As we sit tonight anchored somewhere in the lower Chesapeake Bay waiting our turn to load at a dock, the crew, including myself is glad to be back in phone/internet/TV range.
All is right with the world.

We're so damn spoiled.

I just walked out on the back deck and was greeted with this HUGE moon, it seemed to be sitting right on the stern. ( The picture does it no justice.)


Anyway, we're glad to be sitting motionless for a change.
Overall it was a nice 8 day trip up from Puerto Rico. As usual, these trips have at least a few sloppy weather days thrown in, and this one was no different.
We had 3 or 4 days in a row with significant sea conditions, just uncomfortable enough to get on your nerves after a while. Here's a journal entry that shows I've had about enough.

2/13/11 About 350 miles east of Cuba.
"This steel tug is nothing but a echo chamber. 10-12 ft seas slamming every loose shackle and chain we have against the steel hull, like a crazy man outside with a sledge hammer.
Day 3 of this roller coaster, sleep hard to come by. A walk through the galley, tipsy on the moving deck, like town drunks leaving a bar after a 2 day bender. Can't wait to shower without holding on."

Don't get me wrong, It wasn't "Perfect Storm" rough, just "Pain in the ass" rough.
More annoying than anything.