We look at this totally flat water and wonder how it can possibly be blowing a gale on the bay, but every time we turn on NOAA weather, we hear the same thing: small-craft advisories, gale winds to 40 knots out of the southwest, seas 6 to 16 feet. The boat's ready to go, and we're ready to go, but Mama Nature says, "Forget it," so here we sit, wondering if we'll ever get away from here.
Did the laundry and went to the Post Office. Roy continued working on the boat. It was comfortably warm today. Thunderstorms are predicted for tomorrow.
At nine o'clock this evening, I had just gone to bed when I was startled by a loud noise. It sounded like a rock hitting the side of the boat. It WAS a rock hitting the side of the boat. A bunch of kids on the bridge were celebrating Halloween by throwing rocks at the boats in the marina. The boat next to ours had a window broken, but there doesn't appear to be any damage to the Jofian. Roy immediately popped up from the main cabin to the cockpit, and the kids took off. Roy grabbed a flashlight and went after them, but they were long gone.
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