Before I natter on about my cold feet and ever growing cabin fever, let's go back to October, and listen in on a conversation between me and the Cap'n:
The Admiral: "I think we should stay here in Charleston for the winter. There's lots to do, and the restaurants are great. How cold do you think it gets?"
The Captain: "It is nice here, but it won't be as warm as Florida."
The Admiral:" I know but really, how cold could it get? And it will be a good jumping off point for The Loop.".
The Captain "That's true. You might not be able to wear your flip flops all the time."
The Admiral: "I know, but I have asked around and everyone says it doesn't really get that cold, not like up north. There are palm trees here -- how cold could it get?"
Fast forward to January 28th:
Okay, that cold. Icicle cold. Ice and snow on the dock cold. The City of Charleston closed for a day cold. Bridges in and out of the city closed because of icy surfaces cold. Record low high temperature in Charleston cold. Colder than I had signed up for cold.
As I write we have not been off the boat in 48 hours -- minus the brief and treacherous walk up the dock taken by the Cap'n and Hamilton yesterday afternoon Soon after returning to the safety of Freedom Ham willingly gave up his very high standard of never "pottying" on board. Desperate times require desperate measures.
The marina was eerily quiet yesterday. A typical day has the marina staff riding by on their golf carts with some regularity, service technicians and crew hopping on and off occupied and unoccupied boats, local residents and office workers out for a stroll, and a steady trickle of boats pulling up for fuel or overnight dockage. Yesterday we saw a few smokers on the dock, an adventuresome ( or crazy) guy motor by on his small power boat, and the occasional car pass by on the road that hugs the harbor. We didn't even see any birds until late in the day.
We spent the day doing chores, looking out the windows, watching local tv reports of storm closings, and power outages, snapping photos, doing jumping jacks to keep warm ( or at least I did) and indulging in an American Pickers marathon. Even Hamilton, the dog who never met a weather system he didn't like, decided it was best just to snuggle up on the settee and nap.
From my galley widow I can see that life on shore is a bit closer to normal today: cars are driving at normal speeds on the road and near by bridge. There is still little activity on the dock, but marina staff member rode out with today's paper. Warming temperatures and a light rain have washed away much of the ice and a family walk is planned for later this afternoon.
Maybe tomorrow will be better........
|Snow and ice on the bow|
|The Cap'n crawling across the icy cockpit to pull the potty rug closer to the door|
|You expect me to potty on that? No way!|
|Ham hanging out in the snow|
|Snowy dock, looking south|
|Another view of the snow covered dock|
|The dock looking north. That's ice on the pilings|