Guests!!

We anchored in Little Tea Kettle Creek on Thursday night and even though we spun around many times due to the tides everything held good and tight.



And once again because of the tides I think yesterday was one of our most tedious days in the intracoastal. We had three stretches of canal that Skipper Bob warned would be very shallow at low tide.



When did we hit them?



At low tide of course!



Actually, we hit the first one at low tide due to the fact that we got a faster boost than we expected to and it's just not fun to see your depth finder telling you you're in 3 feet of water. We eked through that one and then managed to catch the other two as the tide was coming in. The wind was cold and gusting to 25 knots and didn't help things either.



After a full day of this we were thrilled to see the Golden Isles Marina in St. Simons Island, GA up ahead and just as we crossed under the bridge we were boarded by the Coast Guard (after they radioed and asked us if we had any weapons on board and was our dog friendly?). Of course we had to keep moving and it was very windy and choppy but they jumped aboard anyway. Actually, one of them nearly fell in between our boats and had to let go and leap backwards into his. They pulled up yet once again and this time he was successful.


They were greeted by many wiggles and kisses from Wilbur, and one of them had to try to write on his clip board with Wilbur sitting in his lap and after verifying that we had registration, life jackets, fire extinguishers, and peeking at the holding tank lever, they were off and running. Wilbur was sorry to see them go.


So anyway, believe it or not we had guests arrive at the Knotty Cat last night for a weekend of fun, good times, and hopefully a little bit of sailing. And even after reading our blog they still wanted to come along.










Hans is leading the way as Craig (a long time friend of Hans) and Craig's friend Drew (a fellow sailor).



























Wilbur taking a rest after setting the table. He's such a good boy.













Wilbur makes a fine antenna as Drew tries to talk on the phone.





















Exhausted from his day of boating, entertaining the Coast Guard and Hans' friends, Wilbur is finally able to relax.















Today we left the marina and headed out to sea. So far it's very smooth and we don't have much in the line of wind but it's still better than being stuck in the ditch that is the Intracoastal.

A busy weekend

This weekend we had guests aboard the Knotty Cat.

Hans hockey friend Bob came along and brought his son Sean, and Sean's friend John.

Thank God we were able to fix the water pump that decided to go on strike the night before they were due to arrive. This time it threw its belt, and after descending into the engine/sauna room, tearing the little bastard to pieces and giving it what for, Hans got it to working again and it's not even leaking now!

Day one: no wind and we had to motor.

Wilbur made up for this disappointment by showering everyone with much wanted slobbery kisses, and showing everyone his lap dog impersonation.

Day two: we has some wind, and we were able to sail along at a nice clip. Wilbur celebrated by giving everyone slobbery kisses and to every ones delight, demonstrated his potty patch abilities!

We were able to get a game of Scrabble in on Saturday night (I lost but only because I was trying to be a good hostess), but our Sunday 'lets play in the cockpit with a flashlight because it's so stinking hot down below' game of TriBond (which John went and bought for us!) was interrupted by a thunderstorm that came with threats of 60 knots of gusting wind! We were in a very protected anchorage and only had a small amount of wind and our anchor held just fine.

Maybe the next time Bob comes along, he and Hans can play some chess.

Suddenly it was time for our guests to leave and Wilbur showed his disappointment by flinging himself about like a lunatic. I know it never fazed him and he didn't feel a thing, but I have a huge lump on my shin where he ran into me with his big stupid head!

Here is Hans dinghying about.

Tangier's Island is in our future so Wilbur is doing a bit of research by reading Isle of Dogs by Patricia Cornwell.

Oops, Wilbur's been warned that the people of Tangier's are not at all happy with how they were depicted in the book and we have to get rid of it before we get there!