In The Dead Of Night - Part TWO!

Oh my word!

The ride in the dark is not only scary, but more rock and roll waves without any way of knowing how big they'll be or how long it will last.

And add to that the inability to see if there are whales or logs in the water!

It feels like forever! I want to ask, "is it that little indent I see on the screen?"

Wondering if that is the bay he is trying to reach for better protection from the wind.

But... I know the personality of my Hobart Man, and I know mine.

This awareness and skill set helps me curb my natural inclination to talk and ask questions. My Hobart Man is quieter, level headed, and needs to think.

So, I let him.

You know the saying, get in, sit down, hold on, and shut up? Yep, that's me...to the best of my ability- lol!

When he got the boat headed the direction desired, auto pilot became the copilot. Thank goodness for GPS!

As we rock and roll along, I hear the glass bottles of water down in the salon (kitchen) clinking together. All the cupboards are locked down, but the contents are clinking and shifting with each rock and roll of the OZ.

At one point something crashes down in the galley. Between waves I move to the galley and see the freezer door swinging wide, frozen salmon on the floor.

Since I don't want to be eating salmon for the next week solid, I scoop it up, cram it back in the freezer and scan the room for bungie cords!

There they are, hanging by the back door.

Get the freezer secured and move back to the pilot house and sit down! (after smacking your ankle bone on the captain’s chair in the dark)

Finally we reached the cove he hoped would be out of the north wind.

Back out on the deck in the wind I go.

Drop the anchor, deeper than he likes but it will hopefully do.

It's blowing up here as bad as our first anchor spot. That north wind is picking up speed as it races down the channel. We aren't as protected in this spot as we'd hoped for.But we are here so we'll weather it out!

The captain settles into the pilot house to watch the depth and anchor for a while, hoping to catch a few ZZZ'S one he feels confident we won't drag anchor.

I'm back downstairs in the master bedroom hoping to warm back up and doze off. It's 2:30 am, the waves are rocking the boat and wind gusts blow us sideways.

What's rattling? A lose door? The deck door? Something important?

I finally doze off waiting for daylight.

When I wake up at 4, I realized the rattle is closer. Following the sound, I find the door that's the culprit and put a heavy box in front of it and go back to sleep till 6:30 am.

I've noticed it isn't getting light till about 7:30 these winter days. I lay here wondering will we make a run for town again or sit still till later?

Getting dressed to be ready, I head upstairs to see what's up.

It's beginning to get light out. There is a beautiful sliver of a moon, the sky is clear and the stars are out. I can see land and trees faintly, and the blinking from the lighthouse helps me feel oriented again.