Ah, it goes on. After the tide changed and the currents swung us back the other way…we seem to be “OK.” Not hunky dory, but OK. On the GPS our anchor track looks normal but in a different location than it had been. The heavy anchor chain hasn’t pulled back so we’re a little closer to shore in front of us. We figured that was good: No one would be temped to motor over our bow rode or chain with so little room between us and shore.
No such luck. A hefty power boat “Ladies Choice of San Rafael CA” decided to anchor right there. On top the Norhill. Really. Their bow is 3 feet from shore, their stern 30 feet from our bowsprit. In a line, right on top of the smaller of our two bow anchors. The other one, the CQR is, luckily 40 to 60 feet away in a slightly different direction.
The place is empty. Not a soul in sight. A couple empty houseboats that people come to on the weekends lie across the cove. Space, space, everywhere space. And, this fellow decides to anchor right on top of us. I went forward and talked to the fellow as he was doing it. He’d already set a stern anchor a ways off up-current from us and it would make sense for him to anchor, tucked into shore if that’s his desire, ummm closer to the stern anchor. Nope, he says “I’m not on top your anchor.” and “don’t worry when we’re done we won’t be on top your anchor.”
Well, he’s atop the anchor and I suppose I’ve done enough complaining about it and will move on to other topics. The epoxy glue on the new dingy seat will be dry tomorrow. If David and I want to, we can pull up anchor and move somewhere else at that time. It’s a little difficult to set an anchor without being able to row out the stern anchor if needed so we’ll have to wait…
After I got everything sufficiently varnished this morning, David and I installed the new seat in the Tinker and then David canoed over to the blackberry patch to bring back another load of berries. Man, I really wish I had all my canning stuff here. Alas, I don’t! I left jars and lids in a storage unit in San Diego–never dreamed that I’d need them before we get back down there this winter. Each day that we’ve gone there, in one spot we can pick 2 quarts of berries in about 1/2 hour. If we were willing to wear long sleeves/gloves and reach further into the bushes, we’d get at least 8 quarts of berries in that location, daily. Alas, no canning gear so no reason to do so. After getting tired of fresh berries alone, on Wednesday I made a cobbler and we had lots of cobbler for two days. No berry picking yesterday–too many berries. Today, with the two quarts David picked, I made a blackberry crumble cake which made a wonderful dessert and will do quite nicely as breakfast and dessert tomorrow as well. We’re going to be tired of blackberries shortly, but at the moment, this is great! After David returned with the berries, we swam for a while–need to work off all those blackberry calories! This is such a nice spot for swimming, too.
More later…
