Conditions: SE wind
Location:Crescent river
Dad and I woke up with the sun, tired but ready to leave. Beaujolais had already taken off, probably feeling the same as us after the nights events. We found them docked at the marina as we left the creek. It was very foggy but the beginning of our journey was through wide rivers so we weren't too bothered by it. The dense fog and still air made it feel hotter than it really was. Dad threatened to stop at every beach we passed. I told him to get a grip it's not THAT warm. As the fog cleared off we saw a few sailboats chasing us. Without much wind to encourage the fleet along the day was dull. We all followed in a parade line down the Front River, in which Dad and I gave up the lead. No one could get far though, the strong current was working against us. It was pretty clear that we were all headed for the anchorage at the Crescent River. When we came upon the mouth of the river three sailboats were already perched there for the night. There was plenty of room but the river was deep and open, making the boats susceptible to the sort of anchor dragging that we endured last night. So Dad and I explored a little further up the river. To our surprise we found a prime anchorage, a small basin cut out of the marsh. The area seemed devoid of tide and untouched by the wind. Dad was so pleased, it meant a quiet night. I found it hard to sleep, often waking up thinking that we were drifting. The ordeal of last night made me so anxious. It was not a good feeling, insecurity at home, leading us purposefully into danger. I've never been able to count sheep, though I admit that I haven't really tried, why count sheep when you can count stars? A much better use of your time.
What we ate: tortellini
Spotted: dolphin (2nd picture)
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