Bye bye Bonnie

The first tropical storm of the season blew through this week, the media made a big deal out of nothing (as usual). I've already been through much worse storms than Bonnie and had no problems, other than my SSB radio stopped receiving anything, no AM, FM, LW, or SW... just funky fuzz. I fixed the radio by taking the case apart, rising it in vinegar then rising the vinegar off with 90% rubbing alcohol. Salt air does terrible things to electronics.

I've had a re-occurring dream on this voyage, the basics are that Waltzing Matilda gets destroyed and I have to find a way back to Arkansas, I am frustrated and wake up inside my berth to discover it is a dream. I've laughed out loud several times when this happened. Last night the dream was extremely realistic an with a bit of a twist. This time Waltzing Matilda and I were riding out a hurricane at anchor, the sampson post ripped out and the fore began to fill with water. Despite my best efforts the mast was ripped off, and we began to take on water. I started the motor to have some control and was able to choose where we were washed ashore, we wound up between buildings in an apartment complex. There were people there that helped me get a few things from the boat and put me up for the night. I awoke and thought, "whew, it was just a dream" but I found myself in a strange apartment sleeping on the floor. I started to make my day and noted that the clock on the microwave said it was 5:00am. By 8:00 I was almost done salvaging what could be from the boat.

We burned the remains and I started to hitch hike home, after a day of catching lifts I stopped to sleep under a bridge, and woke up in my berth, safe and dry in the Waltzing Matilda

Whew, it was just a dream.