Cold, noisy night. The cold I don't mind, in fact I enjoy it tucked into my 30 degree sleeping bag with a good set of thermals on. I wake a few times in the night to the sound of geese. It is a loud and angry honking that seems to go on all night. Don't they ever sleep?
I wake to glassy calm water, brown and red leaves on the surface. A mist hovers over the creek. Heavy dew and not a breath of wind. The geese, unseen by me, continue to argue. Eagles cry from the trees on shore. Drift off anchor 7:35 wearing the dry suit against the cold. My fingers feel numb from handling the cold dew-soaked lines. I use a small chemical hand warmers to get some feeling back. Chocolate Sea Salt RXbar and tanka bar for breakfast. At 7:50 the sun edges over the top of the trees. The orange glow of the morning feels good.
Motoring at idle speed at 8:20 I round Millstone Point to have a look at Shipyard Creek. Smaller than I expected and lined with homes, I am glad I anchored where I did. I shut off the outboard and make a slow drift down the West Fork of Langford Creek, 0.4 kts. I hear a series of gunshots. Across the creek I see a hunter with decoys spread along the edge of the marsh.
10:15 Cacaway Island, a little wind, 0.7 kts. We motor sail to the East Fork. Just before noon I set out the anchor in Philip Cove. It is warmer now, I set up the boom tent to escape the sun. I cook lunch, banana-peanut butter oatmeal, read, take a nap, a long deep relaxing nap.
Mid-afternoon a breeze arrives. Light but steady, we make a slow pleasant sail down the East Fork.
The centerboard touches bottom as I navigate the narrow entrance in to Kings Creek, anchor down at 5:10.
Fettuccini Alfredo with mushrooms.