Our anchorage in Pipe Creek was gorgeous, but it was rolly in there last night. The wind funneled between the land masses and opposed a strong current creating a swirling cauldron that kept us active all night. As our track shows, there was a lot of moving and spinning going on. Neither us nor Ti Amo got much restful sleep and we all took it slow this morning with a goal of some early afternoon snorkeling. A little reading, some vacuuming, and defrosting the freezer were on the list. The conditions did not improve so we moved around the corner to the Sampson Cay anchorage in search of some protection from the wind. The view was still incredible upon our exit. Once anchored, we were able to chip the ice out of the freezer before it melted all over the floor. Oh, the little things that make my day. I went up to the flybridge and enjoyed the view. Ti Amo was anchored in front of us and a lone sea turtle hung out for hours beside us.
Unable to find a way to watch the UVA game, I went old school and listened to it on the radio. The Cavaliers had me worried, but finally snapped out of their funk to pull away comfortably in the end. The wind was still blowing and it was a little chilly in the shade. Sampson Cay is another privately-owned island. It started out as a resort, but owner John Malone turned it into his personal getaway in 2013. The rocky shore and large signs left no doubt about even thinking of coming ashore. On our way into the anchorage we passed Maerin, a sister 43-foot Selene. Barry went over and visited for a while as I finished listening to the ballgame. In a scene akin to family members texting each other while all gathered at the dinner table, Glenda and I made the most of being boat-bound and texted 100-feet across the anchorage about a wide variety of subjects and plans. Our week together is coming to an end. Fingers crossed that the weather cooperates for a few more great days.
Unable to find a way to watch the UVA game, I went old school and listened to it on the radio. The Cavaliers had me worried, but finally snapped out of their funk to pull away comfortably in the end. The wind was still blowing and it was a little chilly in the shade. Sampson Cay is another privately-owned island. It started out as a resort, but owner John Malone turned it into his personal getaway in 2013. The rocky shore and large signs left no doubt about even thinking of coming ashore. On our way into the anchorage we passed Maerin, a sister 43-foot Selene. Barry went over and visited for a while as I finished listening to the ballgame. In a scene akin to family members texting each other while all gathered at the dinner table, Glenda and I made the most of being boat-bound and texted 100-feet across the anchorage about a wide variety of subjects and plans. Our week together is coming to an end. Fingers crossed that the weather cooperates for a few more great days.
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