WELL, we did it. We cast off our lines and sailed off into the great blue yonder. Adventure is our watchword! The wind shall be our only companion!
Part of the above is true. We did cast off our lines. After that it gets a little more . . . poetic. A slightly more prosaic description would be: we cast off our lines and steamed approximately 100 yards downstream and dropped our anchor, raised the ball and cracked open a beer. We had to call Stephanie to find out what the anchor chain marks meant, but we have it all figured out now and we are sitting very happily on about ten fathoms of rode in maybe two fathoms of water.
The cats are a bit confused, but fortunately haven’t tried the jump to land yet. HB is making fried plantain for supper.