Get the meter and used the gas generator to charge up the batteries.
This morning Barb and I slept in a wee bit as the wind was quite strong, something in the neighbourhood of about 20 knots, and I wanted to make sure that the anchor wasn't going to drag. It didn't, so around about nine o'clock we finally decided to trust it and went in to Snoozer's dock. When we arrived we heard from OT (one of Snoozer's other boating buddies) that there was a dead turtle on the beach so while I worked on the internet, Barb took Peri for his walk and got some photos (see Photo Gallery). I had taken my old Dell laptop into the shore to top up its battery and to get all the files updated that it decided that it needed to. The updating alone took over an hour. Note to all other future cruisers: make sure that you don't spend over six months between laptop connections to the internet unless you want to do the same sort of thing with your laptop when you finally get around to doing it. It wouldn't be much fun if you were in any sort of a rush. As it was it took three quarters of an hour alone for McAfee to scan the files for viruses and then it decided to download the new anti-virus files and then it wanted to do it all over again. Add to that the uploads for the software that we had aboard that was legitimately registered to us and, well, you get the picture.
I had some great discussions with Snooze and OT (retired insurance salesman and naval officer) about the state of the world and the economy and such like while Barb made the pilgrimage to the beach to check out the dead turtle. Now there is a sad matter. Sea turtles are pretty much all endangered species and the weirdest things will kill them. Leave aside the matter of running over them with boats, they eat jelly fish (Go turtle! Go! Eat those little beggars before another one stings me!), but they can't tell the difference between a jelly fish and a plastic bag. Leave aside also the statement that makes of what jelly fish must taste like or doesn't taste like or their lack of taste buds, once they eat the thing sometimes they can pass it trough their digestive system and sometimes they can't. When they can't, they die, simple as that. This one on the beach didn't have any obvious wounds other than the ones created by the Department of the Environment vets or whatever they're called down here so it's a reasonable assumption that it either died of some awful turtle disease or it had swallowed a plastic bag. There are so few of these guys left it is very sad to see one die for a stupid reason.
Barb and I then borrowed Snoozer's car. Again! Anyway, we took a trip into the bustling metropolis of Marathon to pick up a DC ammeter that had been ordered for me and to get a few groceries. We had run out of milk and had promised to make a cornbread and garlic loaf for a dinner at the dock tonight. At least by making a contribution we don't feel so much like freeloaders.
Snooze has his power boat back so he is not so landlocked and I guess that he must feel a little less dirt bound but for us it won't be quite so easy to dock behind New Hope, his Whitby, as it was before. We came back to the boat to a tumultuous and enthusiastic welcome from Peri, and a ho-hum from Al, to eat the rest of the crab salad for lunch and for Barb to get a start on the cornbread and for me to install the meter. This little guy is an internal shunt meter to it must be hooked in series with the current unlike the other type that I had been used to working with that want to be put in parallel. Good thing that I did that un-male thing and read the instructions! Even so, a bit later in the day I happened to be watching the meter when there was a small puff of wind and noticed that it deflected the wrong way. In spite of everything I had wired it in backward. Fortunately that is a very quick fix.
We also ran the gas generator up on deck to get power so that I could use the power tools for the install. That is a great addition to the boat albeit a noisy one. It drives power to the shore charger and fools it into thinking that it is hooked up to the shore power grid. As a result it boosts the power to the batteries a lot faster that the ship's engine, you just have to put up with the noise for a while.
I also finally stopped procrastinating and got back to work on my cookbook. It's about time as I started the thing about three years ago. It is now almost all back together on the shipboard computer so there will no longer be excuses for my delays. For those of you that don't know it's a sort of primer for sea cooks to give them some basic recipes but mostly to help them plan and provision. Keep watching the blog for developments and availability.
For dinner we went back in to shore for chilli and refried beans with Snooze and his friends and neighbours OT and his wife. We actually ate over in their Tiki hut, the second we had been into and it was interesting to compare it with Snooze's. His is a sort of den, garage, workshop and small kitchen while theirs is more of a living room/dining room with a kitchen. It was a great evening with excellent food. Barb even got a compliment on the traditional quality of her cornbread, it having been made in a skillet in the oven. Much deserved, I hasten to add.
Tomorrow we are going to accompany Snooze to a Marine Flea Market in one of the communities about 20 miles north of here. We are looking for a few specific things not the least of which is another diesel jerry can and a couple of water jerry cans. That will bring our total to four and two respectively.