Night/Morning
The winds are still very light, but are now coming from the west. This is a rare direction for the wind to come from, and is washing unloved Sargassum on all the west-facing beaches. The beaches on the other side, which have heavy machinery to remove the Sargassum, are temporarily clear. This wind and wave combination meant I was rolling at anchor all night and day.
The anchorage is open to the west, so the slight wind and associated choppy waves from the unbroken fetch make for unpleasant times. Because of the sugar scoop stern, the waves slap on the hull and cause the whole boat to vibrate heavily. Not all the time, but just when the boat angle swings just far enough.
Lunch
I can’t wait to leave the boat. The chop has increased and my whole swim platform is soaking from the slapping waves – that’s not happened before. I’ve only got a couple of hours of work left and then I’m zipping ashore for as long as possible!
Afternoon
I clambered aboard the dock at the SMYC and found myself stumbling while walking and swaying while seated. All that, even before my first happy-hour beer. Even though I wasn’t in the mood to socialize or wander from bar to bar, I didn’t want to return to Zanshin.
At 16:30 Sherakhan came out for a special bridge opening prior to the inbound 17:00 opening. As usual, the captain managed the large vessel with expertise and those waiting for a crash or exploding fenders were disappointed.
Dinner
I needed to stretch my legs and decided to walk to a pizzeria that had been recommended. I didn’t make it there, as I got lazy and stopped at the Tap and Still and managed to get stuck there for the remainder of the evening. When I returned to the boat I found that the wind had settled and I was no longer rolling at anchor.