Thank you Brett, for your contributions as guest
blogger. Unfortunately we’re back to Ron
with his far less poetic renditions.
It poured down all night long and most of the morning. So we developed a dose of lazyitus, and read
in bed until about 10am. We have a phone
app that monitors whether the anchor’s dragging, (My Anchor Watch Pro), which
is pretty good. However GPS is not an
exact science and sometimes, for example last night, we get false alarms. So Ron dived on the anchor just out of
curiosity. Brrr, it seemed a lot colder
today than yesterday. Anyway, the anchor
was deeply buried which is just how it should be. Treated ourselves to Ham ‘n Eggs for brunch,
the rain stopped and the sun came out.
We decided to go into the Burlington dock to replenish water, recharge
the batteries etc. The wind was blowing
hard though, and Ron made a pretty poor job of docking the boat. No damage but the dockhands had a
workout. We went for a short bike ride
while the sun was still shining, and then returned to North Beach to
anchor.
Our friends Laura and Rick came in to Burlington for the
evening, so we dinghied in to the beach and walked back to Burlington to meet
up with them. We went for another short
bike ride and then for a delicious and very good value Nepalese meal. Yum.
We walked back along the bike path having forgotten a flashlight. No worries, the fireflies showed us the
way. A beautiful walk. Suddenly, Ron spotted a larger white object
moving along the edge of the path about 4 feet away. Just in time the word “Skunk” popped into his
head and he walked to the other side of the path, where Teresa had already taken
refuge. Phew, a close shave. We got back to the beach, jumped into the
dinghy and rowed back to Quinita. Just
as we arrived, it started raining. Wow, twice
lucky in one night.
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