Doozy of a day

L 111 That's 16 more miles. A front blew in at around 9. My day deteriorated from that point. It wasn't the rain, it was the wind. New Orleans has the busiest port on the east coast. It's really hard to describe, you kind of had to have been there. I had a rudderless boat that I could barely control in the high wind and there were ships, tug boats, tow boats and thousands of moored barges on both sides of the river for miles. Today will be added to those other days I will never forget. I'm not sure but this might very well be my last post. My routine of eating my freeze dried dinner, listening to NPR ,and making a blog post will, hopefully, be broken tomorrow. As you all know Jenny has been my # 1 supporter. I could not have done this with out her encouragement. She is, obviously, very special. My sisters have been great morale boosters when they sensed I was faltering. Jenny and I are especially grateful to Pat for her shuttle service in Minnesota. (And her poetry) To everyone who took the time-and figured out how-to make a comment, I thank you. This trip has been an emotional roller coaster for me and knowing that there were people following my progress bolstered my spirit. Thank-you. I will thank Seth, Courtney and my granddaughters tomorrow. I'm almost sure this is it for davebigmuddy, I'm out of food, fuel, lemonade and I only have 2 ounces of Bourbon left. I guess I'll swig it.