Our quiet little anchorage churned up overnight. A stiff breeze blew all day, straightening the flag, rattling the bimini, and swinging us back and forth through the typical arc. I camped out in the pilothouse and passed the time looking at charts between here and Savannah, working on a photobook project, making multiple lists for what to do and pack, and listening to a little music. Rain began shortly after noon and continued for three hours. The Charleston television stations came in strong here, so we got to watch the Redskins-Panthers game. I longed for the sun that was shining in Charlotte and the warmth that was being enjoyed in Miami. Eventually the clouds parted and a bit of blue sky appeared just in time for the sun to set. The wind is still blowing the flag stiff and, with the clearing sky, the temperature has really dropped. We are very happy to have ridden out this blow here in Church Creek with plenty of swing room and no concern for other boats dragging anchor into us. Looks like I'll pull out the Coldgear and sweats once again for tomorrow morning's departure for Beaufort.
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