So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
I had about 30 gigs of data on a thumb drive. Turns out that salt water and memory drives don't play well together. Letting the drive dry out didn't help. The computer recognized it, but could to load it. A friend suggest soaking the drive in fresh water to flush the salt out. Once the fresh water dried the memory was accessible again. A copy has been moved to my new (to me) laptop.
Between the jump drive and all the files uploaded to the cloud, my digital life is pretty much back together.
A lot of the gear on my boat was supposed to be waterproof, or at least water resistant. Almost nothing “waterproof” survived. The waterproof computer bag wasn't. The marine binoculars had one side full of water. A nice little waterproof bluetooth speaker didn't make it. Even the dry bag left on the boat . . . wasn't.
The only thing that did survive was a metal ammo can. It was thrown completely across the boat and buried under wet sand. It looked a bit beat up, but everything in it was completely dry.
To be fair, some items might have failed, not due to the water, but due to the violent motion of the boat being banged around on the shoal all night. After all, conditions were rough enough to break the keel right off the boat.
My lovely wife and I spent the afternoon filling in some gaps in our wardrobe. Most of my wife's clothes was recovered and could be cleaned up. Most of my stuff went out to sea. I don't need a lot, but it sure feels good to have a pair of jeans again. Add a few shirts, new hiking sandals, and I'm good to go.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.