The two boats on the right, in the foreground, are the two local Islanders. My boat is the blue hulled boat on the left side of the dock, in the back.

Not much going on. It keeps threatening to rain - especially if you step out of the cabin and try to do something, then it does rain. There was a break this morning, so after my haircut (the excitement builds), I wandered around Space View Park. I have passed this park dozens of times without ever turning in and walking around. Glad I walked through it this time. Many monuments and plaques with names of folks who worked on the space program and the astronauts. Many fun facts and also special tributes to those who lost their lives in the space and shuttle program.

Last night, several of us gathered around on the dock, exchanging stories and telling tales. There are several solo sailors and many folks living on their boats. Most of the permanent resident boats here never leave their slip - sailing on the ICW isn’t really a thing. Several boats still are damaged from Hurricane Mathew. Torn off bow pulpits with wrecked bows (holes in the deck) is the common damage.

Mike and Mary live on the Islander 36 that I didn’t recognize. I felt better when they asked me what kind of boat I had. When I replied that it was an Islander, they still weren’t sure if it was an Islander 36 like theirs. There are some differences in my 1979 version versus the early 1970 versions. They have a cute small dog named Puddles. I expressed my reservations about a dog named Puddles ... was the name indicative of some type of undesirable behavior? They assured me that was not the case, but rather that was the name the dog came with from the shelter.

I’m working with Lehr on my leaking propane connection issue. So far, they are being very responsive. I guess whenever I leave the dinghy for any length of time, I should turn off the propane at the tank, like one does with a grill.

Always fun with Roger and Tari. If I were still with them, I could write about their windlass issue leading to a hard grounding needing the tide to come in to get off, snagging a crab pot, subsequent prop issue which now requires a haul out. Half the stuff that happened to them, they wouldn’t even let me write about. I’m thinking 🤔 that all that time I was with them ... they probably made my blog! Look what I could be writing about. Instead, I’m writing about getting a haircut!