I feel like I usually do when I take a nap in the middle of the day: just this side of cruddy. We made good time getting to the new anchorage overnight, but only because we motored five out of eight hours. We sailed for three and then the wind died.
After our arrival we ate breakfast and crashed. Now it's noon and I'm dying for a hot shower. Maybe later. Three other points of detail over the last twelve hours are noteworthy.
2pm yesterday: Kay and I settle in for a game of cribbage; she with a beer and I with my usual coconut rum and pineapple juice. Eric comes by and dumps our drinks in the sink, explaining that we can't drink on days we sail. I'm tempted to point out that our intended departure is ten hours away and midnight is technically the following day, but I hold my tongue. The incident marks the sole note of discord on an otherwise harmonious cruise. I have a great deal of respect for Eric and the job he does managing this boat. He knows his boat well, knows how to sail it well, and is a good leader. In my eyes, he's anal in all the right ways. But... we can't expect to agree about everything.
7 am this morning: approaching the anchorage at sunrise with an escort of dolphins riding the bow wave - magical.
9 am this morning: sitting down to breakfast on Easter morning with home made cinnamon rolls - heart warming.
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I like how the good is balanced with the not so good in your reflections. Not so easy to hold your tongue - something challenging for me. Well done!
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