Got up at midnight, weighed anchor, and took off. Bright, nearly full moon. The southwest wind never materialized; in fact, there wasn't much wind of any kind. But there were large waves and swells from the northwest, so we were pounding into them all night, and everything that could fall on the floor did so. We'd forgotten to lock the door to the tool cabinet, so it came open and several cases fell out, strewing sockets, bits, wrenches, and who-knows-what all over the floor. The toaster oven nosedived with a resounding crash. The wagon flew out of the fo'c'sle. A shelf full of books slammed to the floor. The main cabin was a shambles. It looked as if Roy and I had had a big fight and thrown stuff at each other.
In the morning, I started to boil some eggs for breakfast. All of a sudden the propane stove crashed to the floor (Roy had mounted it), and the eggs turned to Humpty Dumptys. They were our last two eggs, so we ate bread and jam for breakfast.
We were going to stop at Bandon, but the Coast Guard said the bar was extremely hazardous and advised us to continue to Coos Bay. Got to Coos Bay around one. By dumb luck, it was high tide. so we had no trouble getting in, but this is a very confusing harbor for people who haven't been here before. We couldn't figure out which way to go. Called around on the VHF, but then a Coast Guard boat pulled up and guided us to the fuel dock. We filled 12 jerry cans as well as the tank. Over 100 gallons of diesel.
We tied to the transient dock and paid for one day ($8). Ate lunch at a little restaurant. Then we went back to the boat, and Roy changed the oil. I started to write the log but fell asleep.
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