Up the mast for some very important repairs with duct tape...and some photo ops
low winds means we had to use the iron sail to make headway west from Mobile AL, but it was a beautiful evening on the Gulf intracoastal waterway
Our floating digs for the next 5 days.
Spending Christmas Eve learning about coastal navigation in preparation for sailing from Pensacola to New Orleans next week.
She played so hard today that she can barely wake up for dinner.
A visit to the farm
“It is the mark of a mean, vulgar and ignoble spirit to dwell on the thought of food before meal times or worse to dwell on it afterwards, to discuss it and wallow in the remembered pleasures of every mouthful. Those whose minds dwell before dinner on the spit, and after on the dishes, are fit only to be scullions.” –St Frances de Sales
This crazy girl is 7, but you can’t tell by the way she chases squirrels and frisbees.
We woke this guy up on our hike this morning when we stumbled upon his trail side bed. Rita wanted to play with him, but he didn’t seem interested.