After celebrating a successful Thanksgiving Day at anchor we thought we'd actually sail instead of motor back to our marina (No God Awful Black Friday Shopping for us). And since NOAA (remember my interpretation of that particular acronym; Not On At All) predicted strong continuing North winds for the next three days we were all het up!!! That is until the North winds died during the night and we awoke to no wind at all and the water surrounding us was glassy smooth.
So we decided we may as well enjoy another day at anchor and OH MY GOD deploy our dinghy which has been languishing on our foredeck for over a year, in order to go ashore. The only reason we haven't used our dinghy before this is because of how much fun it isn't for us to drop our horribly heavy 8 HP motor onto it.
Remember that we're basically middle aged old farts.
|Hans fills our generator with gas so we have 4 more hours of power.|
|Sunset at anchor|
|Our dinghy hasn't been in the water in over a year|
Wilbur has a zoomy
Just watching Wilbur run with such exuberance was well worth our efforts. I was hesitant about taking him ashore but since the whole shore was empty and I didn't see any signs prohibiting dogs on the particular shoreline we landed on, we threw caution to the wind.
Wilbur went bonkers and ran about like a wild man. The only downside was his finding a dead bird that he felt the need to gnaw on (completely gross and I told him there'd be no pitty kisses for at least two hours).
We were back on our boat before noon which happened to be good timing. After that many motor boats beached for a day on the bar and I'm not sure they would have been thrilled to encounter our very happy pit bull.