First, we wanted to. I love the fourth of July. It is one of my favorite holidays. Everybody just wants to have fun. There are no family expectations, or presents to buy. It is just good old-fashioned hanging out fun.
It was also important for us to be on the boat because we are moored right next to the channel that leads to the local boat ramp... and it's really dark. I created all kind of crazy scenarios where drunken revelers slam into Airabess.
But I digress....
Coco showing her patriotism.
Sailor dog... passed out.
Fishing fun with Daddy.
We had great seats for the big show.
Such fun with my lovelies.
It was a gorgeous day!
Low humidity, blue sky, light breeze.
And no one ran into our boat.
But, apparently there was a price to pay for such a fabulous day. They came in the middle of the night... the no-see-ums. We have netting, but it's not small enough to keep those little devils out. About an our after finally getting somewhat comfortable (we are working on making our bunk more conducive to sleep) I woke myself up slapping my own shoulder.
I could give you all of the gory details, but if you live in Florida you know how pesky those things can be....
Eventually, I crawled over the dog (who was sleeping at the entry to our bunk) and made my way to Coco's bunk. It wasn't ideal. I rolled up in a ball at the foot of her bed and with the fan blowing right on me I managed to get about an hour of sleep.
Did I mention that the humitidy that had been noexistant during the day reared its ugly head around the same time as the bugs. Yeah, it did.
I contemplated sleeping out in the cockpit... but I was afraid I would be carried away by the no-see-ums and lost forever.
So the next time we slept aboard you better believed we came armed with some heavy(ier) duty fans.
