As you know, it’s been nearly 6 months since Katie and I left Louise in shambles down here in Fort Lauderdale. Well, we are back. Transitioning from our temporary “normal” lives back to boat life over the past week has been…interesting to say the least. Once a day, we devise a new plan to essentially blow her up or sink her. I know this sounds harsh. But, at this point, so much needs to be done to get her operating and functioning as a home again, that the destruction of Louise, sounds like a great way to end this story. The easy way out. Who wouldn’t want to be aboard their boat, sink it purposely while sipping rum, and call boat tow when you have to start swimming? The end.
The problem here, lies in our funds. Most of you know, but for those of you who do not, no ones paying for any of this besides Katie and I. Trust me, if we had fund-age, surely we would have AC and a refrigerator, and possibly a completely different boat (I’m sorry Louise I love you, I love you, I love you) This is the only reason we are taking two years to complete “America’s Great Loop” versus one. You see, the plan was to save enough money over the last 5 months to get back to Florida, fix Louise, and make it back to Michigan by this August. There is a reason we do not make plans… because they usually don’t work. So, what I am trying to say, is that there is no way in hell Katie and I can get everything fixed, and make it home with a few thousand dollars. Looks like we are going to have to work again somewhere before we head north, any suggestions? How about Savannah, GA? Or the Florida Keys? Eh? I am not one to ask for money either, but somewhere on this website is a donate button. Anything helps. We accept quarters. We might be desperate.
Now that I am almost done bitching, I must say that three days of scraping mold, bleaching every square inch, being upside down in engine compartments, scrubbing transmissions, and being wrist deep in oil leaks, has felt damn good. It’s been gross, it’s been great, we have both laughed and cried. Were wondering why we are back here, and more importantly wondering why we ever left. We both left people we love (again), said our goodbyes, and see you laters (again), drove away from those small towns we never really wanted to leave in the first place (again), and were teased by the warm feeling of having a home, stability, and somewhat functioning relationships. So yeah, it’s been a challenge plopping our lives back into our broken, moldy boat. BUT, we will get her fixed, we will make money, and we will complete this trip we set out on a year and half ago. Now the bitching is done. I am excited to start moving again, and I am working on the patience it will require before we can do so.
I spent three weeks driving across the country. A lot of my time was spent picking the best gas station. Katie and I met in Orlando to work a Surf Expo for her father. We highly dislike Orlando, and everything that it contains. We love Pat and Cindy Bonish, Cedar Key, and trying to kill wild hogs. We spent hours with Pat and Cindy laughing about different “plumbing” situations, and peculiar scenarios we experienced aboard Louise regarding human waste. We zig zagged around the entire state of Florida for a week before arriving in Fort Lauderdale, postponing the dirty work that was ahead. On Katie’s 25th birthday, she knocked down an entire display of “Handheld massagers” AKA vibrators at Brookstone. Vibrators went flying everywhere, we both ran out of the store like little girls. I can’t tell you the last time I was in that much pain from laughing. Reggie took himself for a walk, and went missing for 3 hours because some woman who owns a rescue saw him wandering and took him home when he had no collar on. We made friends with a man named King Kong. We go to the grocery store when we are bored to read magazines. I am obsessed with breaking traffic laws in this state, and thoroughly enjoy u-turns and ignoring unnecessary stop signs. We no longer have any interior boat cushions, they literally disappeared while we were away. We had a pet puppy from the Bahamas for four days. We are living off of rotisserie chickens from Publix. Annnnnd, I think that covers the important stuff. Stay tuned.