On to Bobbies Fish Camp

We had a restful night anchored across from Bashi Creek. The only noise was created by crickets, tree frogs and some unidentified critter crashing around in the woods – possibly a wild pig. It was dead calm all night. Not even a tow broke the stillness.

We were up just before dawn after eight plus hours of sleep. A quick trip to shore with the dogs, then John used the dinghy to lift the stern anchor. Wedging the anchor into the swim platform requires a bit of finesse as it only goes in one way.

Side note: we have read about the different types of rope and their properties. But setting a stern anchor using 3-strand twisted rope was an eye opener. That stuff really does stretch. Our regular lines are 8-strand double braid. They feel good in the hand, are very strong and tend not to stretch. A set of 3-strand as storm lines would reduce the jerking when tied to a dock with wave action.

The main anchor came up clean and we were underway a few minutes before a tow came around the corner. We were anchored just in front of the white sand bar on the far left. Nice to have confirmation that a tow wouldn’t mow us down in the night.

In contrast to yesterday when we slowly removed layers during the day, we gradually donned more and more clothing as the temperature dropped with a cold front coming through. By the time we reached Bobbies Fish Camp at 10, we were in pants, fleeces, and rain jackets. So glad we had decided to end our day here where there is power.

We spent the day inside making brownies from a salted caramel brownie mix, and granola. Having the oven on was just fine. I also did a craft appropriate for the weather and season.

We even had time for a walk and saw magnolias and holly growing wild. Then back to the boat for pork tenderloin and baked squash. We closed the night with brownies and John’s famous hot-buttered rum.

Much better than a night on the hook without heat in 20 knot winds.