The winds continue to howl out of the east and are forecast to do so at least until Monday when they should veer to the southeast. I can live with southeast. Southeast winds will mean a bumpy beat to windward for the first part of Alana's Key West to Miami, but if that is the price of escaping, so be it.
This morning I took the dink into town to do a load of laundry and fill a couple more jugs of fuel and water. I figure that if I bring at least 6 gallons of water every day, I will be close to topped off by the time we leave.
I have been trying to understand the appeal of Key West. If your lifestyle demands an atmosphere of extreme, overwhelming tolerance, I guess I can see why you'd want to put up with the long drive to anywhere, the high prices, the t-shirt shops and and "trains" of tourist wending their way through the streets for fleeting glimpses of spots Ernest Hemingway may once have picked his nose or moved his bowels. You really have to wonder about a place which where Jimmy Buffet is a deity.
Barry wanted to go into town today, probably to buy a rainbow flag for Alana's starboard signal halyard, but instead managed to injure himself. He has been cautioned repeatedly about the hazards posed by deck locker lids, but in his haste to get ashore managed to drop one on himself. Doubtless there are internal injuries in addition to the minor scrapes visible on his back. I just hope he has finally learned his lesson.
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