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Chip Mate, the dinghy, under an ominous
morning sky. The
day ahead didn't look good, but at least I'd made it here from Portland.
(Aug 3) |
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The local ferry, "Islander," on its
regular route to Littlejohn
Island and the mainland. It created almost no wake, surprisingly. |
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By late morning the sky began brightening while I was up
at the inn for coffee and its WiFi connection. |
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Marianne told me that she and her son Peter, and his two
daughters, planned to sail over aboard his boat and would see me here
soon,
so I returned to Chip Ahoy to prepare for their arrival and our raft-up.
In this photo, taken from the launch, the inn is on the hill in the near
distance. |
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Peter, his daughters, and Marianne aboard "Ella J," a
Com-Pac 23, arrived in the early afternoon. |
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I had Chip Ahoy ready for them to raft up on my starboard
side. Soon we were sitting in my boat's cockpit under the pup tent
socializing while Peter looked over Chip Ahoy and I looked over Ella J.
After a while, they had to depart in rather a hurry with thunderheads
forming and heading our way. |
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See more photos taken from Ella J approaching Chip Ahoy and
rafting up by clicking on the photo. (Aug. 3) |
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The next day, another rainy one, Marianne picked me up at
the inn for some island sightseeing. We stopped first at her house
for lunch, and the sun miraculously appeared for about 45 minutes.
This provided an opportunity for her to show me her impressive garden.
(Aug. 4) |
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Marianne standing alongside her Butterfly Bush. |
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I immediately learned it's not called that for nothing.
When we approached, a bunch of butterflies erupted from it and fluttered
around in the sunshine. |
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On this very friendly island, where
everyone waves in passing at everyone else, Marianne invites anyone
in to visit her garden, even to posting a welcome sign. |
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See Chip Ahoy's complete log of the cruise
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