Tuesday, January 12th
We made it! 22 hours to cross the
gulf! 12 hours in pitch black! More waves than predicted.
Definitely not as smooth as the forecast. And, it kicked my butt!
Alan was fine. After all, he was a ship's doctor once upon a time.
We were not pretty as we entered the Turtle Cove Marina in Tarpon
Springs at noon. After a beer, burger and a bath, we napped. As I
write this, he still hasn't awakened. Just may have to have to get
my Greek on tomorrow night. Tarpon Springs is known for it's Greek
flair/fare and sponges.
And, did I tell you that Sea Jamm is
covered in salt. An inch of salt. She will get her bath tomorrow.
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