Slept like logs and woke up to a peasoup fog. It soon lifted, however, and the rest of the day was glorious. Clear blue sky, warm sun, cool breeze, green trees, blue ocean, high hills, jagged rocks. Beauty everywhere. Every place we go seems to be the most beautiful place on earth, and then we go someplace else, and it's even more beautiful.
Paddled ashore and walked around the little town. There's a fairly large lake here. Walked over to it. Ate luscious wild blackberries. Strolled to the other end of town. Saw Battle Rock. Ate a good lunch. The little restaurant was holding a contest to see who could answer the question of the day. I answered it correctly (the opening line of "Gone with the Wind") and supposedly won a free drink, but I got gypped, because I hadn't ordered a beverage, so they crossed Roy's coffee off the bill.
After lunch, we walked along the beach. I took off my shoes and socks so my toes could enjoy the sand, but Roy left his on. He tried to jump across a little stream and went kersplash!
We just got back to the boat in time. We hadn't been on the boat five minutes when the wind really came up. Must have been blowing 25 knots. There were whitecaps all around us, but the Jofian's anchor held securely.
A woman we chatted with this morning told us that fishermen say the wind blows hard a week before and the week after a full moon. The moon's full tonight, and the wind has certainly been blowing hard for the past week. It will be interesting to see if it calms down in a week.
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