Dinner conversation last night included weather reports, with Marti saying she had seen nearly every condition mentioned as a possibility. But before rising this morning we could hear the raindrops, and at breakfast it looked like the clouds had settled in pretty well.
Al had been up in the night, but I was ready to go, so I showered and dressed and left Al snoozing loudly in bed. I got my hazelnut latte and a cinnamon bun, and brought a mocha back for Al. A final check of emails and then we were off.
Here is Al navigating amidst the raindrops:
Okay, we have arrived. After careful exploration of the bay with our forward-seeking sonar, we have determined that there is enough depth and dock that we can all three tie to the dock in line. We got to work with the bucket brigade to wash the docks of the goose poop, which angered the humongous spiders living underneath. Rob sprayed the docklines of all the boats hoping to deter stowaways.
We must be near a military airstrip because we heard a jet take off this morning, and midway through our docking a BIG military plane took off (Al could probably tell you exactly what it was), turning just over us, and following the valley out.
Beers have been opened. A roast is destined for the oven. And a bottle of port for after dinner. Should be a great evening.