Wake the diesel of a deadrise, the rocking of the boat as the waterman passes nearby acts as a snooze alert. Sail off anchor at 6:50, a touch of gold mixed in with the overcast.
0.5 in the cove, making 2.1 as we slip onto Leeds Creek. A little better wind out on the Miles, sailing downwind to St. Michaels.
Approaching the docks I see friends Harold and Anna checking out the slips. It is only Wednesday and the small craft festival is still a couple of days away.
A breakfast muffin at the Blue Crab, then back to the docks to clean up SPARTINA.
Boats begin to trickle in. I see Steve arrive on SKEENA midday. He comments about my early departure. "Didn't the deadrise wake you?" He smiles and says no.
The day ends with dinner out with longtime friend Kristen, then a Dark n' Stormy while watching another (losing) playoff game.
2.11 NM
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