I must admit I threw a fit in Turtle Bay. After one day of recovery from the three night sleepless passage I found out that we had a gale coming. Ugh, ugh and ugh. So, prep the boat for 40 + knots of wind, try to find the best anchorage(s), and, wait. You see, you can only set your anchor for one direction, but, a low passes through at least 3 wind directions. With high winds you get the added benefit of wind waves, so, you try to anchor where there is the least amount of water for the wind to pass over (called fetch) before it hits your little boat. Needless to say I was not a happy camper. It is beginning to feel like I run from weather, wait out weather or run in front of weather. I'm a tad tired of weather. I'm certain that weather is tired of me as well. So, we survive the gale. We even (okay, okay, Richard) gets called "The Man" by other boaters because we deviate from all the other boats and stay at a different point in the anchorage. This plan paid off - yeah. I discover that when I'm nervous I bake. The day goes like this. Wind increase, waves increase, hmm brownies would be good. Bake, bake, bake, look up, even more wind, higher waves - bread, yeah, bread is good, bake, bake , bake. A batch of brownies and home made bread later the wind settles down enough that I can sleep. Still, I decide if this whole cruising thing doesn't produce fun soon - I want a different game plan. Richard promises me sun and warm in time for my birthday. I decide to not hold my breathe. We leave for another two or three night passage, in, yes, lumpy seas. As I try to sleep in a washing machine and the winds get higher and higher - another tizzy overcomes me. I rage at the wind gods, I rage at the wave gods, all in all, the gods received a good chastising. Interestingly enough I apparently have some clout with the gods. By noon the second day the winds are light yet strong enough to push us and the seas even out. Good, I hate to kick god butt, they pout.