|Prior to first attempt.|
|The pondering pause. Seagull ready. Nice stem!|
|Fetch up Woods Creek. Perfect evening.|
|First mate and mate 1.1.|
|A good find in Maine from Texas.|
Mate 1.1 beat the skipper in gin. How he did it with 5 aces, I don't know. Incredible. First mate had hurt his back. He mostly lay in the cockpit reading. Accordingly his rank was in jeopardy. He didn't seem to mind.
|Sancho Panza and First Mate taking his siesta.|
We watched stars in the cockpit under our new oil lantern. It is a W. T. Kirkman #350 "Little Giant" and functions so much better than the Chinese brands we've used. They may look the same, but that's it. This model has a larger tank and nice wide base. The light is very clean burning and consistent.
|1.1 exudes his winning card playing smugness.|
|W.T. Kirkman in action.|
Breakfast was simple, if not nutritious. Donuts, milk and later, oranges. A short 8:00 am sail further up river was sparkling. However, by 9:15 all went glassy and we fired up the outboard after getting past flooding it. Shutting off the fuel flow and 7 pulls later, we were rolling along back to the pier when the engine sagged and died. No more fuel. Had planned to go sailing, not motoring, and had left the extra fuel in the back of the truck. With only a tenth of a mile to go, we raised the jib and mizzen to creep back to the marina and into the slip. Nice and easy. No sails would have been needed yesterday. It was a short trip, but a fine trip.