Well, even though I'm in the interior of the US, I still haven't gotten away from the salt. That's right, though, I am off the boat and visiting family in Salt Lake City with my mom.

Since we went through the canal, we came to a cross roads. Now that we were on the Pacific side of the canal, it seemed as if, suddenly, we were either going to go to the South Pacific of go home. Now, obviously we didn't have that choice. But even so, we had now come to the point where we deviated from the plan.

It was also the point where we decided if I could go with my mom to visit her family in Salt Lake. I know, I know, you already know the answer to this one, but I'll explain anyway. In Colon we decided that I wouldn't go with my mom unless we got a third crew-member. This is where my story deviates from the obvious. When we got to Panama City, it was decided that I could go with my mom. So, instead of frantically hunting for another crew, my dad and Jim decided to do the crossing by themselves.

Now, if you've read their blogs, it wasn't a very good crossing (a reason I'm glad I wasn't there...). But whether it was a good crossing or not, they still made it to Hawaii, and that's what's important.

Anyway, this will probably be my last blog. So good bye, and thanks for reading (if you even decided that my writing was worth reading)!