3 trips. 21 gallons per trip. 40 pounds per jug. I often think to myself "I used to pay to go to a gym"
It takes 3.8 trips to fill one of our internal water tanks (80 gallons each). The port water tank is now completely full. I was thrilled when it overflowed.
I'm now working on the starboard tank. It was probably almost empty, but I think I should be able to get it topped off tomorrow.
Then I think all I will have to do is one load a day to keep up with our daily usage.
We ran out of gasoline last night. Woke up this morning and worried about charging the batteries. I was relieved to see the sun shining, and the solar panels doing their thing! It's seriously magical.
Towards the end of the day, I walked to the gas station and filled up 5 gallons of gas, and refilled one of our propane tanks. It did not look anything like a gas station. There were three pumps, one of them identified by a piece of plywood with DIESEL spray painted on it in black.
I walked into the store and saw a Cuban behind a counter. I was excited for the chance to practice my Spanish.
"Tu hablo Espanol? Soy estudiante. Poquito. Yo necisito propane."
She then asked me a bunch of questions I could neither understand or respond to had I understood the questions.
They also had delicious beef sticks. So, that's a win. I carried the 5 gallons (40 pounds) of gasoline in one hand, and a full tank of propane in the other. Having my hands full made it difficult to eat my beef stick. I passed an old couple, one of them walking with a cane. I thought about my day, hauling water, gas, and propane. While doing physically demanding tasks, I often think about how much more difficult it must be for the older cruisers. This life makes my body hurt now. I can't imagine doing it when I'm 60.
Pictures from today:
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| Charging at 6.1 amps! |
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| Yay solar! |
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| Jerry jugs of water, gasoline, propane. |
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| Karate! |
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| Hanging. |
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| LeeAnn, setting off into the sunset, grocery shopping |
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| Visiting boat kid who set an awesome example with his love for reading. |
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