Yesterday's forecast predicts rain for the night, but the evening sky belies it.
Uh, oh! The weatherman knows! During the night we hear fierce wind on the flag and burgee, followed by lots of rain. We hope the anchor holds!
We sleep now and then, wakened periodically by noises we don't identify, but it seems we are in the same spot where we anchored, despite the rolling of the waves.
Then CRASH! Herb jumps up and rushes out to the cockpit to take a look, and sees that the case of Diet Coke has fallen over. (I really intended to lay the box flat.) Jake is mostly sound asleep and doesn't worry about it.
When morning comes, it is still raining, and two of the three of us go ashore for Jake's walk.
I have the towels ready when they return.
Willie of Willie's Tug,
and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
Friday, July 20, 2012