Fight Fight Fight

 There was no photo op for today's excitement. But I digress, as I try to keep to a chronological account.  Last night after finally finding a spot to anchor, between the wind and the current, we made a Family Circus cartoon visual on the anchor watch screen. You really couldn't look up and out of the window as it felt like a carnival ride.  Mother Nature finally calmed down and we got a good night of sleep, even though too few hours.  David was up before sunrise so he took some great pics for me while I got my ungrumpy sleep. Our course was prepared the evening before with 67 waypoints, a little prep ahead of time saves us a lot of  confusion, giving us the confidence that we know where we are going.  It was a nice day again.  Then....dun dun dun.....A sailboat crossed in front of a power boat, apparently too close and a little reckless.  Power boat guy got on the radio (Ch. 16, the channel the Coast Guard monitors and kicks you off if there is ANY unnecessary chatter) and gave Sailboat guy some thoughts about how he had been cut off, something along the line of blah blah blah, smooth move Ex-Lax.  Sailboat guy came back, fast and  furious with comments about mothers, body parts and what to do with them,  how tall he was and did Powerboat guy want to pull up beside him and they would continue this discussion.  There was silence for just a moment, then only a partial transmission on the radio.  It sounded as if Mrs. Powerboat removed the radio from Mr. Powerboat's hand. The End.  I kept waiting for the admonishment from the Coast Guard regarding language and proper usage of the "emergency" channel.  It never came.  We watched for likely culprits to pass by us by there were no suspect boats that would have fit our assumptions.  And that was our excitement for the day.  

Ellie sucking up for early seating dinner.

Sunrise.

And more sunrise.

And yet another sunrise.

I've run out of superlatives.

Anchor watch screen.

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