A full day of riding out the wind, mostly in bed, kitty in the cave made by our bodies. Daylight savings time did not save us from the constant howling wind. I'm feeling safe but not comfortable. Definitely weary of too many unpleasant days of high winds and sitting, well bouncing around, in port.

Some philosophy about fear - after I've discharged the tightness / frozeness of the emotion (crying and shivering) and done all I can to make the situation as safe as possible (run the boat to help David get the extra mooring pennant on), what's the point of fear? None that I can see. So, give outcome up to Divine Spirit, I guess. I admit that I did some imaginary Reiki on the boat (keep your integrity, Grace) and had a chat with my ancestors and angels about keeping us safe. Others might call this praying. But fear. Why bother? I've done what I can do. I wonder if people in a war zone reach this point? Strong gusts from the northwest do not equal a war zone by any stretch of my imagination. But what about fear and its usefulness? And when to (maybe how to) give it up?

So, we're considering our options about how/if to continue this journey. I'm reluctant, thinking That adhering to our timeline, necessitated by previous Freeport commitments, takes the pleasure out of the journey and makes it "work" for me. What about next year with an earlier start? David wants to press on and wants to honor our partnership in this journey, and I want to support David. And the wind howls! Damn. We may think more clearly when the wind dies down tomorrow and we may have a shower at the marina.

Meanwhile, hamburgers for dinner. Such a cook, I am. And, kitty snores on my lap in the salon. I am blessed to have options to consider. Many who work just as hard as we have fewer or no options.

Trick or Treat? The photo I didn't get yesterday. Another opportunity today as Capt. David went out IN THE SNOW!!! to check the mooring gear.