Saturday-movin on to Anti Poison Creek, Deltaville VA
Well let me tell you, .........its freezing. The only thing between me and the cold is a hat, lots of clothes , and periodic boughts of propane. Gary put every blanket we brought on the bed + the sleeping bags. At night it goes into the 30's. Once the sun comes out we're fine. Brittany is warm as toast in her US Naval Academy sweatshirt, wrapped in a wool blanket inside her sleeping bag. We go to bed totally dressed. On top of that I have on seven layers of clothes including a wooly pull over with hood. Heard that it's flurrying back home. It could be here. Right now at 10:53 Gary is constantly adjusting through 2-4 footers. That's not what the weather reports said. He's navigating around the crab pots, and there is tons of em.
Factoid: for those of you who have heard that a clay pot is a good source of heat, its true. We tried it and it works, for a short time. I took the pot off the stove and hugged it for a while.
Very shortly the time came for Gary and Brittany to go to shore with Eddie while I started breakfast. So I'm cooking eggs, sausage and toast on the propane stove and I put the other burner on to enhance the heat in the cabin. Well it started to get lighter out of course and I could no longer see the flame,............. so I forgot about it. I took the see through glass lid off the pan and put it on the burner , with flame in tact. Do dee do........cooking whatever, I pick up the lid ........with my bare hand. In an instant I cleverly realized that it was hot, and promptly threw it up in the air, it landed conveniently on the red liver shaped, over the sholder back pack and started melting the nylon. There is now a dent in the inside rim and black nylon stuck (probably forever) on the lid itself. Keep in mind it's early...no coffee yet, give me a break. Wait.......I'm not done yet.
After recovering from that little incident I cleaned up the kitchen and waited for the family to return. It started getting chilly. I decided to put the clay pot over the flame. It heated nicely and I went to hug it again (after all it worked so well the first time I did it). Only this time when I hugged it, the inside of the shirt( I was wearing Gary's quilted brown plaid shirt at the time) got exposed to the flame and melted a big hole in the shirt. With black sticky, stringy stuff now permenantly stuck to the clay pot. I had to get rid of it now and so I rush outside to put it on the gunnell. I go to place it down when it slips from my fingers, plops overboard, sizziling as it hits the water, and dissapears below the surface. Then I say to myself, "problem solved, I had no idea where I was gonna stow that stupid pot anyway." :-)
I managed to get off some post cards today, but I started getting a little woozy. The stern of the Victoria is sliding down waves left and right. Me with my head down writing post cards. We're coming off some of these waves surfing. Gary just reported 9 knots," coming off the back of that one." At one point the waves were coming from all directions and one caught us just right and "spanked" the stern, snapping the dinghy hard (which is up on davits) sending our hand bilge pump flying out into the white caps, never to be seen again. * Note to self-remove everything from the dinghy.
We've also seen our first Pelican. Silly looking bird was sitting in the middle of nowhere. Just floating in the middle of the Chesapeake. I was trying to capture it on the camera, but couldn't get the batteries out of the charger fast enough.
Gary just told me this story of when he took Eddie to the beach last night. They got to the beach and Eddie heard something so he barked (not surprising if you know Eddie). Then his barked echoed somehow and Eddie then heard his own bark. SO he looks at Gary intently and barked again sounding more vicious. He looked at Gary again as if to say, "What's going on, that sounds like me!" As they walked on Eddie did his business and Gary couldn't find a poop bag so he was using a big leaf. As he was picking it up he thought, it might be sprinkling. It was Eddie kicking up the ground throwing dirt at Gary's head.
Your in our prayers, keep us in yours
XXOO
Victoria's Perspective
Factoid: for those of you who have heard that a clay pot is a good source of heat, its true. We tried it and it works, for a short time. I took the pot off the stove and hugged it for a while.
Very shortly the time came for Gary and Brittany to go to shore with Eddie while I started breakfast. So I'm cooking eggs, sausage and toast on the propane stove and I put the other burner on to enhance the heat in the cabin. Well it started to get lighter out of course and I could no longer see the flame,............. so I forgot about it. I took the see through glass lid off the pan and put it on the burner , with flame in tact. Do dee do........cooking whatever, I pick up the lid ........with my bare hand. In an instant I cleverly realized that it was hot, and promptly threw it up in the air, it landed conveniently on the red liver shaped, over the sholder back pack and started melting the nylon. There is now a dent in the inside rim and black nylon stuck (probably forever) on the lid itself. Keep in mind it's early...no coffee yet, give me a break. Wait.......I'm not done yet.
After recovering from that little incident I cleaned up the kitchen and waited for the family to return. It started getting chilly. I decided to put the clay pot over the flame. It heated nicely and I went to hug it again (after all it worked so well the first time I did it). Only this time when I hugged it, the inside of the shirt( I was wearing Gary's quilted brown plaid shirt at the time) got exposed to the flame and melted a big hole in the shirt. With black sticky, stringy stuff now permenantly stuck to the clay pot. I had to get rid of it now and so I rush outside to put it on the gunnell. I go to place it down when it slips from my fingers, plops overboard, sizziling as it hits the water, and dissapears below the surface. Then I say to myself, "problem solved, I had no idea where I was gonna stow that stupid pot anyway." :-)
I managed to get off some post cards today, but I started getting a little woozy. The stern of the Victoria is sliding down waves left and right. Me with my head down writing post cards. We're coming off some of these waves surfing. Gary just reported 9 knots," coming off the back of that one." At one point the waves were coming from all directions and one caught us just right and "spanked" the stern, snapping the dinghy hard (which is up on davits) sending our hand bilge pump flying out into the white caps, never to be seen again. * Note to self-remove everything from the dinghy.
We've also seen our first Pelican. Silly looking bird was sitting in the middle of nowhere. Just floating in the middle of the Chesapeake. I was trying to capture it on the camera, but couldn't get the batteries out of the charger fast enough.
Gary just told me this story of when he took Eddie to the beach last night. They got to the beach and Eddie heard something so he barked (not surprising if you know Eddie). Then his barked echoed somehow and Eddie then heard his own bark. SO he looks at Gary intently and barked again sounding more vicious. He looked at Gary again as if to say, "What's going on, that sounds like me!" As they walked on Eddie did his business and Gary couldn't find a poop bag so he was using a big leaf. As he was picking it up he thought, it might be sprinkling. It was Eddie kicking up the ground throwing dirt at Gary's head.
Your in our prayers, keep us in yours
XXOO
Victoria's Perspective
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