Thursday arrives and it's not a good day to sail. Gusty winds, rain, chop; it's a good day to polish some stainless steel fittings in the main cabin. Satisfied I've achieved something we accept an invitation to a get together on the beach.
|We're all getting cabin fever.|
Our new acquaintenances tell us they are members of the "Shaggers Club". Mercifully, before I embarrass myself by asking if the club is inspired by Austin Powers, it's explained that the club is supporting the Prostrate Cancer Foundation. The proper name is Shag Islet Cruising Yacht Club. They are all headed up to Gloucester Island for the club's annual rendezvous. Warwick tells us we are heading in the wrong direction and should be sailing north with them. Yes we know, but we've had our fun early in the cruising season and need to get back home and pay for our sins. I'm thinking about how tall the weeds will be by the time we get there!