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!