On A Mission

Rock Sound 

We had one mission today: get the laundry done. Following breakfast and my onboard workout, we loaded all our dirty clothes, sheets, and towels into the dinghy and headed to shore. Barry carried one sack Santa-style, while I had a full backpack. Just under a half mile away was 3T's Laundry. The owner greeted us and set up three clean, new machines for us to fill. With 45 minutes to wait on the wash cycle, we went walking through an area we had not visited before and found interesting sights all along the way.  A door was hung without framing on a single concrete block wall. A local printing company offered a variety of services, but had no Help Wanted sign in the window. An incomplete game of dominoes lay waiting for the players to return. The blooms of a hibiscus appeared deeper red than every other specimen on the trip.

The road took us back to the Ocean Hole which we visited on our first pass through the area. The water is reported to have healing powers so I took the opportunity to dangle my legs from the rock ledge and splash around for a while. The scenery was good for clearing the mind. I haven't noticed any improvement in my legs. We made it back to the laundry just as the wash cycles were finishing. The owner hooked us up with three dryers and I waited outside to pass the time. The wind had picked up and was definitely refreshing in the strong mid-day sun. With everything clean, folded, and repacked we marched back to the dock. The ride back to Crossroads was into the wind and waves and wetter than I had hoped. Luckily, I blocked most of the splash from reaching our clean clothes. After lunch and putting everything away, we went back to shore and stopped at the ice cream store for a treat before going to the grocery store. Upon entering we had to mask up, sanitize our hands, and have our temperatures taken to get beyond the security guard. All the produce we wanted was in stock except for tomatoes. By the time we got back to the dock the sun had disappeared behind a dark cloud and the breeze had become light and variable. I may have even commented that it was hot. 

Up on the flybridge as the sun was setting, we did a quick count of boats to get a new total of 32. While fixing dinner, another boat passed behind us. The supply boat was pulling into the government dock. Maybe there will be tomatoes tomorrow.