Going out we did spot several porpoise, however not in the numbers we saw the night before. We did have a few follow us for a short while, out of curiosity, but we weren't dragging a fishing net or tossing out scraps so they lost interest.
We crossed several oil rig field which have large crew boats delivering supplies, equipment and crew. One was going to intersect out path, and we decided not to play chicken with it and back off. I had the front hatch propped open about two inches.... disaster in the making. We have not encountered this large of a wake. The trough pulled Cool Hand down and into and out three times sending tons of water over out bow, and through that two inch opening. Good news, the bottle was knocked out with the second wave, bad news is water everywhere. Dirty, gritty, stinky, salty, Mississippi, Gulf water. My small trash can was full, cloths, blankets, bed, dripping soaking wet, and computer fried.
We stopped, for the night looking like a gypsy caravan with cloths, bedding and towels hang out on boom, and life lines.
The odd thing was the absolute stillness that fell around us. We also watched fish boils, I can't think of another way to describe them. The water roils in a patch that is at least 4' long and about 2' wide. Occasionally something runs through this bubbling patch creating a splash like wave. It is weird to watch.
We had a quite night. Tom and I looked at the route up the channel and listened to the barge traffic and decided with the weather window we had we would just go all the way to Galveston and not try going inside.
to be continued
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| leaving Pirates Cove |
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| one of the many rigs we past |
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| unbelievable calm, no one else around |
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| small visitor |
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| we had a glorious sunset |
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| for a while I thought I was having hallucinations because I could hear voices. We finally spotted this tug pulling a work barge waiting for his turn in the pass |
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| fish boil |
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