Saturday, April 4, 2015 through Wednesday April 8th.
It was time to start thinking of Kathy’s get home
strategy. She had airline tickets for April
8th, but decisions needed to be made about what she should take home, what groceries and other provisions needed to be purchased for Tim's remaining stay on Sea Fever.
Tim arranged for a rental car so
we could run errands, spend our last five days together before we were a month apart,
and so he could drive Kathy to the airport on the 8th.
Oh, and we had to go luggage shopping, since neither of us had any on the boat! And we thought Walmart was in our past! Ha!
Tim kept on working to find a boat transport
company to take Sea Fever back home. He talked to several companies who had continually said that they would get back to him "next week". Ironically, he went back to a company that he had used 20 years ago out of Hastings, Minnesota, a town 30 miles from our house! The company administrator said she would check the schedule and call him back the next day. As his experience was not good with call backs, we were skeptical. But sure enough, she called us right away the next morning, gave him an estimate, a pick up date, and the task was done! Hurray!
We ate dinner at a restaurant called The Island Outpost, which was part of a Florida group of restaurants under the corporate name of Frenchies. Good food, and only two blocks from the marina! We returned to the boat, and enjoyed what time we had left in the Florida sunshine.
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| Count the masts at Marker1 Marina, Dunedin, Florida |
On April 8th, Kathy made it off the boat. Short piers, no long walks.
Kathy’s brother, Jim, took responsibility for heading over to 337 Mill Street and making certain that the heat was turned up, the water turned on, and the incessantly buzzing fire alarms had new batteries.
Kathy’s brother, Jim, took responsibility for heading over to 337 Mill Street and making certain that the heat was turned up, the water turned on, and the incessantly buzzing fire alarms had new batteries.
The Tampa-Mpls flight was on time. Kathy’s friend Nina picked her up at the Airport and took her grocery shopping and she sank into bed at 337 Mill about 11 PM, after calling Tim to say good night. After an amazing adventure, it was good to sleep in her own house, with the shower and bathroom just 10 feet from her bed.
Kathy missed Tim…but an extra fond reminder was found in the mail the following weekend. Remember the ring in Sarasota? Outside of it being cleaned, it hasn’t been off her finger.
The over half a year journey was at its end for Kathy, and soon for Tim. Hardly seems possible.
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