Cappy had to be at work on Monday morning, so she and I left the place called Houma, Louisiana early on Saturday morning to drive back home, and John stayed on the boat waiting for someone to come to help him get it to where he wanted it to be. His younger daughter was going to fly to someplace nearby named New Orleans, and then she was going to drive to where John and boat were, and help him move the boat to a better place. He said something about the boat being too exposed and too out in the open where it was. So he and his daughter were going to sail the boat to another place called Slidell, where it would be safe. But that would take at least two days, maybe longer.

Not too long after we left Houma, Cappy got a phone call from John. They found out that his daughter couldn't come until Monday, and that meant waiting a long time. Anyway, after a lot of phone calls back and forth, it turned out that his other daughter and her husband and baby, were going to drive to Houma from Destin, Florida (which is where we were supposed to be going in the first place) and help him move the boat.

I wish I had been there to see it, because I really like babies, and now there was a baby on the boat. John moved the dining table to make room for her playpen, and they made room for all their stuff, and off they went on Monday morning.

They made it all the way to La Fitte, Louisiana. They tied the boat up somewhere there, but didn't have any electricity for air conditioning or anything else. the next day, they went through these things called locks that kind of "lock" the boat inside some walls and then raise or lower the water level to match what's on the other side of the lock. Then they open up the doors on the lock and let you out into the gigantic Mississippi River. Wow! I wish I'd been there to see that!

Another day in the wrong direction

I'm not sure what time it was, but it was very early when we all heard someone from outside calling, "Hey! Hey! Sailboat! Anybody there?"
John groaned a lot, but got up and went to the door (companionway) to see what all the ruckus was. There was this big, scary looking man standing on the shore and he was yelling at John, "You can't tie up here. This place is not safe! You have to leave!"
Oh, dear, not again. John wasn't very happy because he said he had wanted to have some time that morning to look at his charts and to plan a new course (that's the direction that we go), but now he didn't have time to do that.
So, John and Cappy got dressed and untied the boat. Then we went back out into the water. They said this water was called the ICW, which means the Inter-Coastal Waterway, and that it would take us to our next stop. We spent several hours on this ICW thing, and we saw a lot of other boats and some more of those barge things. John and Cappy kept talking about how we were going the wrong way, but we didn't have any choice because there was no place anywhere else around where they could tie up the boat.
I have to admit, the ride was kind of nice. I didn't get knocked over or tossed around even once. I even managed to take a couple of naps. Sometime that afternoon, we would up in this place called Houma, and there was a place there for us to finally tie up our boat and even turn on the air conditioning. Awesome!
John got kind of mad because as soon as we got the boat tied up, this man came up to him begging for money. That wasn't good. But he went away and didn't come back again to bother us.
We had a nice evening there, complete with air conditioning and lights and everything! John and Cappy went into town and had dinner, but they left a good dinner for me before the left. When they got back, we all went to bed early and had the best night's sleep in a very long time.
The next morning, Cappy and I got into a car (They called it a rental car.) and she and I drove home in it. She didn't want to leave John there, but she had to get back home so she could go to work on Monday, and John wanted to get the boat to a safer place. So, the two of us left for home, and John stayed with the boat, ,waiting for his daughter to come from Rhode Island (another place that I don't know what it is) to help him. We didn't know it at the time, but that wasn't going to work out so well.

Finally, I can stand up straight again

We spent the night on the boat, and finally got some sleep. It had been quite a while since any of us slept (Well, I may have grabbed a nap or two.), and we all just sort of passed out when our heads hit our pillows (Yes, of course I have my own pillow.). By this time, it was pretty much almost daylight, but we didn't care. We just needed to sleep. A few hours later, I really had to go to the potty, so I politely asked Cappy (using my woo-woo-woo voice) to take me to the cockpit. She wasn't very happy about it, but she got up, threw on some clothes and carried me up to the cockpit/restroom. While I was taking care of business (and let me tell you, it was so good to do that standing straight up and not being tossed around), she was looking around and stretching and she saw this car not too far away on the side of the canal that had something written on the side of it like "POLICE." I'm not really sure what that means, but it must be important because it got Cappy's attention. Then, this man wearing all black got out of the car and waved at her. She waved back. Then he started yelling at her. At first we couldn't hear what he was saying. But finally, we could hear, "What's the name of your vessel?" (Vessel means boat.)
Cappy yelled back at him, "Morning Star!"
Then he yelled back at her, "The US Coast Guard is looking for you!"
I'm not really sure what that meant, but it couldn't have been good, from the look on Cappy's face. Anyway, she and John talked for a few minutes, then they pulled the big anchor thing out of the water and we turned the boat around and went back the way we had come from. I had heard Cappy ask the man in black something about getting fuel, and he gave her directions where to go to get some. So we followed his directions, and sure enough we found this really big gas station, and the man in black was waiting there us. He made Cappy and John fill out a bunch of papers and asked them a bizillion questions, but when our fuel tank was finally full, he let us go and even gave us directions where to go from there.
Turns out, the place we had wanted to get to, Grand Isle, wasn't going to be a good place for us afterall. So we had to change our plans - again! We wound up going north from this big-boat place called Port Fourchon and up this really pretty "bayou" call Bayou Lafourche. I found out that a bayou is sort of lazy sort of river thing that boats can use, sometimes, to get to where they need to go. It's not very wide, and it's not very deep, but it goes in the right direction.
So we spent the whole day going up this bayou thing. Actually, it was really kind of nice. There were trees and all kinds of plants and stuff all around, and there were some very pretty houses, and I even got to take a nap or two in the peace and quiet.
We finally got to where we were going (and I'm not sure where that was) sometime after dark. We couldn't find a good place to park, so John pulled the boat into a space between two big boats called barges, and he and Cappy tied it to some big stick things coming out of the water. They said they were pilings, whatever that is.

The next day, Monday, things started to get bad. We had gone about 150 miles away from land, and we were supposed to make a big turn, or tack as John said, to go in the right direction to Florida. But there was something about a "head current" and strong wind "on the nose" and we just couldn't seem to get going in the right direction. John and Cappy tried to tack several times, but the stupid boat just wouldn't go in the right direction. They kept trying all day, and I could tell that neither one of them was very happy about it.
That night, a really funny thing happened. John was down in the basement, I mean cabin, taking a nap, while Cappy was driving the boat. I was downstairs with John, but I was awake and I could see what was happening upstairs. All of sudden, this fish flew out of the water and hit Cappy right in the face! Then it fell into the cockpit by her feet and she kept jumping around trying to get it away from her. I never saw anything like that before. I thought it was a whole lot funnier than Cappy did. When John heard about it, he thought it was pretty funny too.
We spent the next two days still trying to get to Florida, but nothing seemed to work right. They kept trying to turn the boat and get closer to where we were going, but John kept saying something about currents, and wind, and slilding sideways. Apparently, those are not good things.
Finally, on Wednesday night, the wind was really blowing and the waves were huge. John told Cappy to put me down in the basement with my life jacket on, and he told her to put hers on too, and to bring up some things called harnesses and EPIRBs, whatever those are. Cappy was really in a hurry when she was putting my life jacket on me, and I could tell things were bad. She disappeared back up into the cockpit and I could hear them yelling, because the wind was blowing so hard that they had to yell to be able to hear each other; and I see them moving around and doing all kinds of stuff. And they were both tied to the boat, well, John said they were "tethered" but it looked like they were tied up by long leashes to me.
Sometime, in the middle of the night, this other boat, a really big motor boat called a work boat, called us on our radio and said that they couldn't see us on their radar and that we should be very careful because there were all sorts of other big boats out there and lots of these big building things called rigs. Earlier, I heard John and Cappy talk about trying to make it to a place called Grand Isle to get away from the bad conditions, but now they were saying that there was no way we were going to make it that night. The waves were so big that sometimes we couldn't even see over them. I could tell that both of them were kind of scared.
Then, this nice lady on the big boat, it's name was Bee Sting, told us that if we would follow them, they would show us the way to a place nearby where we could take shelter from the weather. So, we followed her for a couple of hours and finally got to a place that was not on the big ocean. They called this place Port Fourchon, and the wind was a lot calmer and the waves were almost gone. Boy, I was so relieved; I could finally stand up and walk around without getting tossed across the boat. We couldn't find a place to park the boat, so we would up putting down our big anchor. That's this big, heavy metal thing that John dropped into the water while Cappy drove the boat. It sank into the mud at the bottom and held the boat still. Pretty cool!
Oh, by the way, I found out later that those EPIRB things are some sort of little electronic things that can tell the U.S. Coast Guard where you are, in case you get into trouble out on the big ocean, and then they can come find you. Awesome!

Yikes! I don't know a lot about all this sailing stuff, but I'm pretty sure things are not going too well on our big adventure. I keep hearing John and Cappy use words like "nightmare" and "disaster," and I don't think those are good words.
Anyway, we were all excited when we left the marina back home because some of our boat neighbors, Jo and Jim and Ann and Dick, came down way before daylight on Saturday morning to tell us good-bye, and one lady even brought us coffee, tea, and muffins. I didn't get any, but it sure smelled good. It was super windy when we left, but we were finally on our way to Florida. You might want to look that place up on a map and see exactly where it is; but it must be a pretty cool place, because everyone was all happy about it.
That first day, things didn't go very well. We had some problems with one of our sails, the jib. John said it was too big for the kind of wind we had, so we, well, he and Cappy, changed it out and put up a smaller one. But then he said that one was too small. And apparently, the one that they wanted to put up, hadn't made the traveling team. It was back home in the garage. Oops. Then there were some other problems and things that needed to be changed, so we turned in between two islands (Galveston and Pellican, John said), and they did a bunch of stuff to the boat. But when we started out again, they said the wind and the waves were too much for us to go off shore (That means to go out into the big ocean.), so we went to this marina in Galveston to spend the night. They said they would see how things looked the next morning, and then decide if we were going or not.
That afternoon, John got a call from one of their friends, and when the friend found out that we were in Galveston, he said that he and his wife would drive down and we could all go to dinner together. I was happy for John and Cappy, but I knew that just meant that I would get left alone on the boat again while they went out. But you just won't believe what happened. These friends of theirs, turns out their names are Mike and Carolyn Payne, went by our house and picked up the jib that we needed, and then they drove all the way down to Galveston with it, and they brought their new dog Lilly! I was so excited. Lilly and I hung out on the boat with our people for awhile, and then we ALL got in the car and went to a restaurant. I couldn't believe it! Lilly and I both got to go with them and we just hung around the table while our people ate and all these other people kept stopping and petting us. Now I see why people like to go to restaurants so much. I was sad when Lilly had to go home later that night, but we had a really good time together. It's nice to have a new friend.
The next morning, we left and went "off shore" and it was pretty scary. At first, it wasn't too bad, but in the afternoon, the wind got really strong. We kept going, but the boat was really heeling ( That means leaning to one side.) really badly. It was hard for me to walk, so I just laid down on the bench in the cockpit and took a nap. It was funny how the color of the water kept changing. At first, it was kind of murky brown; then it changed to a really pretty green color; and then it changed to this really awesome dark blue. That was when the giant fish things started jumping out of the water and swimming all around the boat. Cappy said that they were dolphins, and not really fish at all. They sure looked like fish to me. They were smiling and having a great time playing in the water. I think I'd like to be able to play with them sometime, but we didn't have time then.