|Lapped by a shrimp boat|
|Safe Water Buoy|
My thoughts became hazy as the sweat poured from my every pore... There is no place for fashion on sailboats.
24 knots!!! Blown away with the wave tops was my hope of entering the sound at a sedate and stately rate. My worries about entering unfamiliar and treacherous waterways, whose descriptions offer dire warnings of "best entered during settled weather", had no time to surface as I held the boat steady and kept watch on the depths.
We motored up into the Creek, monitoring the depths as we went. The tide was coming in strong and against the wind, causing the surface of the water to kick up a bit. We found a spot where it seemed to be more smooth and turned our stern to the wind and bow to the tidal current. We dropped the hook and took our time getting it settled in.
We remained vigilant after dinner until the tide reversed and we were sure that our anchor would hold. It did, and we spent a supremely peaceful night, awaking to calm conditions and soft morning light. We would have enjoyed staying over for a day to explore the sandy, driftwood strewn beaches of the point, but we chose to press on.