Another early morning as in the past couple of days, but looking out back I saw that the wind had shifted somewhat from the normal direction and I was no longer in 20 feet of water but had swung closer to the mangroves ashore and at the far swing had about 3 feet under the keel, so instead of staying another day in that location I thought I’d relocate and, since I was moving anyway, used the genoa to drift downwind outside of the North Sound and took a mooring at Mountain Point in order to get a shallow-water dive done.
On the way I had the misfortune to cross paths with a swarm of small flies who have now infested every nook and cranny of the boat – there are hundreds of them aboard and they don’t seen to want to leave. I hope that the upwind sail back to the North Sound will do part of the job of getting rid of them, apart from that I hope that they depart or die out quickly and they are bothersome indeed. I wonder if I could run the genset and whip out the vacuum cleaner to see if I can suck them up that way.
After happy hour crowd watching at Saba Rock I’ve returned to the boat for dinner and, alas, those flies are still there; albeit in lesser numbers they seem to have spread out quite well. I will try one of two methods – (a) alcohol for myself so that I don’t notice them anymore, or (b) going to Leverick Bay tomorrow and buying some fly strips at the store. The more I think about it, I’ll try (c) Vacuum cleaner first, then go on to both methods (a) and (b) for a triple-pronged fly attack.
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