We got a late start this morning. My mom woke up at around 1 in the morning, and realized something wasn't right: She wasn't able to get out of bed. She woke my father, who realized that it was difficult for him to stand up. So my mom went outside to figure out what the problem was, and saw that our tow rail (the rail that's below our handrails, and runs the entire way around the boats' side decks) was hooked up on the edge of the fixed dock; the tide had dropped too far and we'd gotten stuck. So eventually both of my parents got us unhooked (I was asleep) and we came crashing down onto the water. Pretty scary thing to wake up to, actually. I thought for sure we were sinking and that we were all going to die. Yes, dramatic, I know, but that's what my thoughts are like when I'm woken up by falling.
So after everyone went back to sleep, we all woke up to water that, according to our depth sounder, was -.5 feet deep. Yeah. Next we had to wait. And wait we did, for three hours later than we normally would have left. However, it was a short day. Or, it was supposed to be. Only having to travel fourty miles, we still had to go under 7 bridges. That made it a very long day for the captain. I did my midterms, which made it a long day for me. Tonight we're anchored just north of Tampa Bay.
Love,
Annakah on Kama Hele