Morning comes with an invitation to visit friends on the farm. How nice. I sleep in. After tucking away the sleeping gear, I straighten up the boat, relax and read.
The trees around the cove are alive with the sound of birds. I open an app to identify the birds. In seconds the page is populated with a list of avian calls.
Mid-morning I motor to the dock on the old farm.
It's a pleasant morning with friends, sunny and warm, croissants and tea.
And a walking tour of the farm.
I cast off and motor to the town dock in Queenstown, looking forward to lunch at the local pizza joint. I find it is closed, having forgotten that it is a Monday. Instead I walk up to the highway for a gas station sandwich, fries and a cold drink. Not a great lunch, but what can I expect from a gas station.
Windless as I can off. Passing the mouth of Queenstown Creek I see the Chester River is glass calm. I motor back to Ditchers Cove, put out the anchor and set up the boom tent for shade. It is an enjoyable afternoon.
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