Hi Mom!!!

(lol)

So the trip has begun! Sorry its a few days late, but as we trudged through mounds of Walmart bags and suitcases, the first real post was naturally pushed further down the To-Do list.

We cruised into Port A on Sunday night with beautiful weather all around and a forecast for sunny SE winds by Tuesday. The plan was to get up here and wait those two days for this north’er to whip its way through then head for Galveston and be there by Friday… plenty of time to organize our stockpile of Campbell’s Chunky and lighten the load on the beer cooler!

… and Monday morning was absolutely gorgeous.

I was feeling a bit giddy and thought it would be funny to run the bluetooth speaker up the mast. Music for everyone!

wait a minute…

Well… I was going to have to climb that mast eventually. I can’t believe I forgot to run a string to haul it back down. Oops. Fun morning though!

Then the leading edge of that northern wind front hit us.

We were helping our friend Capt. Greg move his gorgeous Fisher 43 from his old dock to the fuel dock, and then next to us at the transient pier. When we pulled up, though, a huge fishing yacht was enjoying the sun along the entirety of the fuel dock. The family looked content enough to avoid eye contact with the sailors aboard the navy blue sailing ketch puttering around in the marina. Around the time they’d left and come back from what I can only assume was a fantastic lunch, that North’er was wrapped around Port Aransas like a hungry boa constrictor.

As the wind swung to the north and the current rose beneath us, the Trump family fishing excursion was about ready to head out. Don’t worry, they weren’t bothered or hurried by the drifting sailors with dwindling fuel. They also didn’t mind whipping out a massive wake in reverse out of the dock.

By the time we pulled up the wind really started whipping. After topping off Greg’s tanks, the wind was pushing so hard a fender popped between the boat and the dock… never seen that before! The wind kept us at the fuel dock till about 8pm. Had we been able to pull up around 20 minutes earlier, we’d have been back dockside around 4 hours earlier.

Anyway, that Northern front really messed up our weather window and now we’re stuck in Port A till further notice. Poor us… stuck in a lazy island town shooting pool every night.

On Tuesday, the wind calmed down enough to climb that mast and get that speaker. Naturally, I brought the GoPro…

If anything, thats more time to play with this whole blog thing! If anyone in the area wants to visit, were at Dock #1 gettin our chill on!

H