It was another fine day. We went through our usual routine in the morning. I started a project to build a hatch in the forward bilge. When Huckins installed the thruster , they had to cut an access in the flooring under our bunk to reach the forward side of the thruster tube to glass it in. They made a half-ass attempt at making a hatch but when I stood on it , it fell through. When I finish with it , it will be sturdy, probably more than it needs to be.
The friends we made during our transect of the Dismal Swamp, Joel and Gail Mars, on a 35 foot Island Packet, had anchored north of us before we realized they were in the East River. They motored up in their dinghy and surprised me as I worked on the hatch. They had been visiting other anchorages and just happened to find themselves in the same place we had anchored.
We made plans to go to town in our dinghies in time for the town’s Saturday, farmers market. We knew that if we left too early we would have problems with water depths in the creek, but we also wanted to make the market. It turned out that we did leave too early and as a result we had to push and poll our way to town and it took so long we almost missed the market. Dora bought some vegetables and some gifts and we bought a framed picture at the animal rescue gift store. I’, not sure how we are going to get it to Texas.
We had cab sandwiches with Joel and Gail at a nice restaurant. By the time we headed back to the boats, the tide was up and it was an easy ride. Joel and Gail invited us over for cocktails at 1700. Another couple, Ann and Al, anchored nearby came also. They have a custom 42 foot cruiser with the lines of a lobster boat.
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