Chickadee 2019 by the numbers.

660:  Nautical miles traveled.

38: Number of beaches seen. (Some had multiple visits, so there were more than 38 beach days!)

2: Rainy days.

81: Gallons of rainwater collected.

1: Hammerhead shark sighting.

17: Islands visited.

4:30pm:  Chickadee’s “shark-thirty”. No kids in the water after this time.

I was just served ‘tea’ in a coconut in what I was told was my new home. Tough in a storm, but okay for now!

3: Number of times Lily brushed her hair.

8: Skillet flatbreads in a recipe.

7 mins. 30 secs: Time it took to consume 8 flatbreads.

19: Pools swam in (some multiple times).

1:  Fish caught. (Our mahi, which fed us for days and days.)

Too many to count: New friends met, and boy do they count!

On a walk on Green Turtle, we happened by a ‘stacked’ farmers’ market, where we happily picked our own greens. Beats the romaine we’ve been eating for weeks!

1840: Estimated number of feet of anchor chain I hauled*

*Andy would like to point out that he offered to help most times, but I                      really did prefer to do it, since it was the only form of exercise I could count   on!

31: Mainers visited with.

0: Times the anchor dragged or was needed to be reset!

Violet pulled a Chuck-it off of the free table in Indiantown two months ago, and it finally came into use as a golf club on our walk from the beach. (Giant seed=’golf ball’)

34:  Books read between the four of us. (Not counting the twenty little readers that Violet also plowed through!)

138: Engine hours.

9 & 18: Cornrows and shingles plaited (in Georgetown and Hope Town).

10 months: Until next year! Let the countdown begin!

 

Bye bye blues… leaving on the ferry. Sad face.