It has been a blustery, chilly day here. I decided to stay at the marina this weekend to get some work done on the engine and running rigging before casting off next week for a trip down the coast.
I'll be gone for about a week and hope that my travels will enable me to make a roundup in the nearby town where the boat will be docked. It's race week at the marina here which is a wild and crazy time. I've found it best to get the boat out of here to avoid being hit by other boats that aren't familiar with the big tides or swift currents that we have.
I have been to the roundup before and there are generally good speakers for both AA and Al-Anon. It looks like there will be about a two mile bike ride from the boat to the meeting location. I am looking forward to staying on the boat and biking back and forth. It should be a good time.
I talked to a couple last night who sold every thing they owned to cruise for a year. They went up to Canada, through locks and along rivers to reach the Mississippi and get to the Gulf of Mexico. From there, they went around Florida and back to Maryland. They had some interesting and trying times. But they like the nomadic life style. I have to say that I like having a land-based home to go back to.
The marina life is like a community where you like some of the neighbors and some that you don't. A lot of drinking goes on. The police were down here twice last night for a domestic violence call on the boat next to Sojourner. The woman was screaming at her husband earlier in the evening. She has done the screaming before but this time, the police showed up. He called them to say that she had assaulted him.
Today, he has red scratches on his face. I asked if he was okay and he said, "Yes, we're okay." I don't know what the problem is but am glad that the police came. We spend little time at the marina but realize that a lot more probably goes on when we aren't here.
I got the work done that I needed to do for today. Tomorrow, I will continue the preparation. Hopefully, tonight will be low key and quiet. Tomorrow evening, I'll be back home to the solitude of home. I don't mind being a part-time land lubber at all.