A miserably hot, humid, hazy day. Visibility about two miles. Severe thunderstorms were predicted for late afternoon and evening. We had to motor to Port Jefferson, arriving around 2:30. Tied to the non-floating fuel dock with some difficulty, as it was several feet above our heads. The fuel dock attendants were teenage kids. The boy was all right, but the girl was somewhat smart-alecky. The fuel was expensive, but we had to get it. Filled the tank and four jerry cans. Also filled the gasoline can for the generator. The bill came to $81.89.
The marina was full and undoubtedly expensive, and the mooring buoys cost $25 a night, so we went out past the mooring buoys and dropped anchor next to the mega-yacht "Platinum". The yacht's at least four times as long as the Jofian. It's so big, it has two helicopters on the top deck. I kid you not.
We were going to paddle ashore to get rid of the trash and buy a few groceries, but when we were nearly to the beach, Roy said, "Look at the sky in back of you." The storm was getting closer, and the wind was increasing, so we returned to the boat while we still could.
Roy changed the oil, and I worked on the log. Roy put the dirty oil in a plastic jug, and it leaked all over the engine room. What a mess! But he eventually got it cleaned up.
The storm didn't amount to much: a little lightning and thunder, some wind, and a few sprinkles of rain. The Jofian and Platinum swung around each other but didn't collide.
After supper, it was totally calm, so we paddled in to the launch ramp, got rid of the trash, and walked around. The village was crowded with people. I mailed some mail, but we couldn't find a grocery store, so we bought a quart of milk and a pint of orange juice at a deli. Roy had forgotten his billfold, but he had enough change.
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