On the hook — Cupcake Afloat

Here’s a quick one. The Oriental town dock was hotter, noisier, wind-lessier, fish-stinkier, and shrimp-boatier than we really wanted. Ellen, already worked up about soon-to-be-hurricane Leslie, had a rough night and was awakened by the shrimp boat crews at around 6am.

Also a Beneteau 39 came in to the dock this afternoon. The captain asked if we would be leaving soon because their buddy boat was coming in. I asked when they needed the dock, because we were considering moving to the anchorage. They said “immediately.” When I told them we were likely to leave in an hour or so we got a grumpy, Gallic look. (They were Canadians from Montreal.) We took our time heading out. Ellen points out that cleaning the composting head is not a job to be rushed. Also, a merci would have been nice.

The neighbors, Ellen’s early start to the day, and the fact that it is still incredibly hot and humid down here, led us to decide that after walking around town and then getting some boat chores completed, it did make sense to move about a tenth of a mile out to the anchorage. Now we have less shrimp stink, fewer Canadians (zero), and more breeze.

I installed the bilge blower fan (tomorrow we will see how it does at keeping the engine heat out of the boat) and a fourth cabin fan.

It. Is. So. Hot.

By the weekend we hope to be somewhere we can swim so the hot won’t be as much of an issue. It is still so hot. So hot. So. HOT.

However, we are finally back at anchor and that’s a treat.