Well, it's been a fun week so far.  Fed up with the ICW and those tiny passages through the bayous. we decided to head for the Gulf.  This was idyllic through Monday- not counting that one time we ran aground (the fishfinder said we were in 90 feet of water, so Lorenzo grabbed the compressor, put on his wetsuit- and stepped off the boat into knee-deep water.)  We were able to ease off the shoal- this was just east of the mouth of the Mississippi, for you Louisianans.


It became rather blustery Monday night, making obvious all the needed tweaks to our interior.  The kitchen was especially hazardous.  Not a thing happened in the work areas, but it was raining books and toiletries everywhere else.  After this noisy night, we couldn't wait to weigh anchor Tuesday morning, but while we were pulling it up, the cable snapped.  Lorenzo donned the wetsuit (best investment so far) administered one of his fixes, and we still have the anchor, but slightly bent.  


It brings to mind once again the Nannig family motto:  Boating is not about fun!  Boating is about survival!