No One Home - 6/12

Beyond all expectations, we enjoyed a day of sailing today.  It was glorious.  The sun was out, the wind was a perfect 12 knots, and we had ample room out in the Imperial Eagle Channel without swell or much chop.  We couldn’t have asked for a nicer afternoon.  We started the day off with a chalk talk, going over the basics of raising and lowering the sails (so to speak - both sails furl), tacking and jibing.  Then we did some dry run practicing: tacking and jibing with the sheets, but no sails.  The crew was on their game as we headed out into the channel to practice.  Before long they were tacking and jibing like seasoned veterans.  The weather and conditions were perfect for it.

We’re in our anchorage now, a little cove off Nettle Island with a rangers dock and a dilapidated hut.  Or maybe it’s just his storage shed that’s listing.  Both are on floats, but the shed appears to have lost some flotation on one side.  There’s even a little floating outhouse.  No one is home though.  Just us, reading our books in the sun after a yummy meal of leftovers.  We’re days from catching up with Kevin’s over-estimation of what we could eat when he made Swedish meatballs a couple nights ago.  Eight lbs of meat?!  I don’t know what he was thinking, but they're nice to have on hand for lunches.