Christmas Day on a tug

When I woke up on Christmas morning I found my book, glasses and alarm clock on the deck in the corner by the door. It was as if they were fighting to get out.
At that moment I figured this Christmas wasn't going to go as planned.

Plan A was for our tug and barge to be nestled safely in a protected anchorage soon after daylight. The Chief Mate Don, had the menu all planned out and he had every intention of preparing a soup to nuts Christmas meal for the crew.

But, Mother Nature had other plans. As I was snug in my bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, dear old mom sent 55 MPH gusts of wind our way that lasted about 24 hours.



I wondered what effect that had on Rudolph and the gang?


So Christmas was spent doing circles in the Gulf of Mexico, with no cell service, waiting for the weather to improve so we could safely navigate the channel to the anchorage.
It also meant that the Christmas meal was canceled.



The poor turkey looks disappointed, doesn't he?
It's hard to cook a turkey when the pan keeps sliding back and forth in the oven.

But we found ourselves in that safe harbor the next day and celebrated our Christmas a day late.
We had cell service and called our families.
The meal was great, and I got a shirt from Santa (Captain)
Not a bad day.