Parting is such sweet sorrow…

This morning we bid happy trails to our dear friends Rich and Merry Kay aboard Native Son. It was tough but hopefully we will visit them on dry land one day. Anyone who is lucky enough to hook up with them on the rest of their trip will have easy traveling.

We took 25 gallons of diesel on each side before we left Grand Harbor just as a safely margin. There was little doubt we could have made it home on what we had but we may want to burn a little more and run fast a bit so this makes us feel better.

Today we only ran 41 miles to Florence, AL where we are docked with Craig and Barb on Blue Heron. They are killing time waiting on the fall AGLCA Rendezvous and will eventually go as far north as Chattanooga.

Craig and I tackled what was supposed to be a simple job on his boat. He had some work done and thought they had cut his coax cable for the TV but when I saw it I knew it was not coax cable. It was the master grounding cable to protect the boat in case of a lightening strike and it had been cut in two since Norfolk, VA! So this repair took precedence and now they are protected once again. Then I rewired their TV cable to include an antenna similar to ours.

We went to dinner at Dale’s. This is the restaurant where Dale’s marinade that you see in the store was discovered. We shared a delicious dinner.

Tomorrow we move to our last staging area before returning to our home port. We will stay there two night’s and use the layover to clean the boat up a bit and begin sorting out what we are removing from the boat. We expect to arrive at the party dock at LGYC on Saturday at 1300 hours. See you there.

2 thoughts on “Parting is such sweet sorrow…”

  1. I do believe Dales was where we shared one of our first dinners together. That is after Goose Pond and the Shrimp and Grits when we first met. We loved traveling with you two and are richer having met you. I hope we can meet up again on land some day.

  2. I really did not know what a “blog” was or how it worked, as far as the what the blogger did and what the persons who posted commments did until I signed up for your blog, Rusty. I know what a sacrifice of your time it was, to churn out these journals of your trip everyday. I watched you working on the blog one night in Georgetown, SC for hours. Maybe thats why you fussed so much at Gabriela when she spilled the wine on your couch! Over the course of the past year, it (the blog) became not only your obsession, but the obsession of so many others who looked forward to reading it (whether they liked it or not!). I found myself looking forward to reading about every exciting “near-disaster” that you encountered along the way, as well as the beautiful, thoughtful, and interesting pictures you took along the way. Your puzzle questions (“what is this picture?”) were fun. I learned on my trips to Reno to the Judicial College years ago when we were both judges that Rusty was good at planning a good time, and that no matter how strange or uninteresting his ideas seemed at first, I should blindly “go with it”. The Sonny Turner concert (the voice of “The Platters”) was one example. Anyway, Gabriela and I are glad Cbay and the Carlisles made it home in one piece, with only a few battle scars and shot glasses to show for it, but with a lot of new friends and pictures and an incredible tale already written to share with others. Take care, my friends, The Captain and Jan-ille. Young William

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