Dinner last night was fabulous, with all bringing a contribution. A game of Mexican Train (a domino game) followed. We skipped the port. Marti gave us sourdough start awhile ago and Al wanted to try pancakes, so the crew was all invited back for breakfast. Again, a yummy meal in good company.
The wind picked up quite a bit overnight and several in the party did not sleep well. It was howling in the rigging of Brigadoon and Maxine got bounced around a bit. Both were closer to the mouth of the bay than Viking Star--I guess they blocked it for us. We HEARD it, but it didn't disburb us overly much.
The diving bird I had watched and tried to photograph yesterday popped up nearer the boat. Rob says he is a grebe. I guess overnight he decided we weren't a threat, and didn't startle when I stepped outside the cabin to snap a few photos this morning.