This morning we woke up to overcast skies, a wet deck and a pup who wanted to visit the beach for a nice long walk. I stayed behind while Charles and Sylvie took the dinghy to the beach for a bit of exploring.
Where does the afternoon go while you’re at anchor with no deadlines or commitments? There’s so many things to do- make lunch, scramble to get the binoculars and watch a fox prancing along the beach, chat about the weather, clean and tidy up, tell the dog she’s the best dog on the whole boat. So many little things to do.
The beach is a narrow wildlife habitat wth little reason for humans to visit. That said, there was so much sea glass to be found. Charles picked up the best piece, perfectly colored and rounded on the edges. I wonder what these small pieces have been through before making their way to the shore.
After a few dinghy rides to the beach and back it was time to charge the electric motor with the generator and where better to do that then the comfort of the dinghy.
We’re really enjoying our kicky new electric dingh motor and we were looking forward to a trip to the the state park marina, a 15 minute ride around the bend from our anchorage. After a 45 minute charge, we were at full power and ready to pile into the dinghy and head over to the park. Life jackets, check. ID, bottled water, dog treats, check.
Surprise, moments after we’d tied up at the dock we were visited by an officer from the Department of Natural Resources. Hello, nature police. By the way, thank you for letting us know we don’t need a fire extinguisher for our 10 ft fiberglass dinghy. We probably won’t set anything on fire ferrying Sylvie to shore to pee.
We received a warning for not having a whistle onboard but I reported to my mother that it was because Sylvie’s swimming lessons failed to include Saving Your Master from Drowning 101.
No state park on the water is complete without a bridge over an inlet filled with lily pads. Despite the No Fishing signs I saw my first fisherman wearing hip waders.
There’s rain in the forecast this afternoon and a long sail home on the horizon.
Rather than sail for hours in tomorrow’s predicted rain, we picked up the anchor and headed a few hours north to one of our favorite anchorages closer to home. It was here last season that we forgot the gas outboard key and Charles had to McGuyver a key out of my shoelace to get us back to the boat from the middle of the cove.
There’s always one solitary crab pot in the cove and our favorite spot near shore gives us the perfect view of nesting eagles and the sounds of wind rushing through the trees.
“A man can pretend to be a lot of things in this world but he can only pretend to be a sailor for as long as it takes to clear the mouth of the harbor.” -Hayman