Down Below

Kaddizzle is sitting at the captains desk.  The boat is steering itself.  Alone the captain is headed East.  Just left Berthold Bay.  For the first time in many years Kadizzle anchored out near the front of the bay near the big lake.  Two other sailing friends anchored with me.  We tied up for awhile and shot the breeze at dinner time.  Luckily Kadizzle has two computers onboard. If the other one will come alive a check can be made to see if we are on course.  The good ship does not have an auto pilot, but if you set the helm just right it will stay on course in light winds.  Yesterday the ship sailed itself for hours.  Seems like the sound of the bow girgling has stopped so either the wind went down or we are off course.  The other computer is having a hard time so must peek outside to see where Kadizzle is headed.  Looks like the wind has just about died.  So the boat is doing OK. 

One never knows where he might find a Kadizzle reader.  Yesterday when Kadizzle tied up back in Berthold he wandered up to the hilltop to do some phoning.  Out in the bay was a pontoon.  Later the Grim ship came alongside.  It was the only Kadizzle reader know to exist in the immediate area.  Wait, there may be two others.  It is a secret society.  In Mercer county you can be arrested if you are proven to be both a liberal and a Kadizzle reader.  So these things must be kept secret.  Republicans flourish here like weeds.  You can spray for them, but nothing works.

One more try at the navigation app. Not  looking good, it is showing the Sovereign somewhere in New Mexico.  The computer must need coffee.  Time to shut it off and let it wake up again.  No sounds from the ship so either the wind died or we are off course.  Time for another peek.  The ship is doing a great job self steering we are almost in a dead calm.  Wind may be on the north side of the lake.  Very strange, on the second try the navigation has the boat still in New Mexico.  According to the application the boat is on Chochiti Lake where we camp on the way home from Arizona.  Must be under the control of aliens.  One more try.   It will be a long way home i

If Kadizzle has to sail from New Mexico to North Dakota at four knots.  Might get home in the fall. The Russians must be jamming the GPS signal to piss off Trump.  Love the Trumpster saying he can pardon himself.  Instead of committing all his fraud he may as well just rob a bunch of banks then pardon himself.

Absolute calm so if the wind does not come up may have to start the engine.  Mrs. Kadizzle has completely lost her mind preparing for her great hike this summer.  Mrs Kadizzle is going to hike 250 on the John Muir Trail in California.  A lot of the hike is over 10,000 feet.  So every day she puts on her 35 lb pack and hikes eight or nine miles.  Kadizzle is worried she will hammer herself to death on the actual hike.  Who will feed Kadizzle?  Where will fresh underwear come from?  Mrs. Kadizzle has said many times no other woman would have Kadizzle.  Imagine a homeless Kadizzle living on peanuts, and frozen pizza.  Have to go now am about to cry.