I just heard from Steve!
The phone rang. "Stevie" came up on my screen. Yay! But there was nothing there. No sound. No crackle. Nothing. Still not good for my Hollywood-esque imagination.
The phone rings again. "Stevie" again but this time with crackles. Still no voice. Disconnects.
The third time the phone rings I hear my sweetie's voice! THANK GOD. "Are you okay??" The crackling is so loud and obtrusive to the conversation but I can make out that yes he's okay and he's so sorry to have made me and everyone else worry so much.
They tried to paddle out yesterday but the weather had "turned to shit" and they were unable to leave! They were afraid if they tried paddling through the high waves that they wouldn't make it!!!! I'm glad they didn't try to be superheroes and stayed put even though it gave me an ulcer. He said he got a signal on Monday and was able to retrieve a message from me then but by yesterday everything was dead. dead. dead. They had some emergency CB's but those weren't connecting with anyone either. He knows we all worry. I'm sure it was upsetting to him that he couldn't contact us.
So, he's at his truck -they have to load everything up and then drive 2+ hours back to Duluth. My head is exploding with a stress headache and I've already downed two diet cokes this morning and I really feel like I could use a cocktail, SOME kind of cocktail even though it's only 11am.
Needless to say - (after the tears) I had a big big big sigh of relief. Oh and no more winter/fall camping for Steve. (his words).