Clear, calm, sunny, cold day. Roy did some wiring, and I walked to a nearby fish market and bought some cod. Then we both strolled a few blocks. Found a grocery store right around the corner, but it was just a little one, so it's just as well we walked to the super market last night.
No problem getting away from the dock. Carefully entered the Cape May Canal. On the way north last summer, we had gone around the outside of the cape, because several people had told us the canal was too shallow for our boat, but the chart shows a minimum depth of 6.4 feet, and the dockmaster at the marina assured us we'd have no problem, so we decided to try it. He was right; we went through easy as pie, with depth to spare. The canal is only three miles long, so it saved us a great deal of time and distance.
Crossed to the Delaware side of the bay and motored north. Got about 3/4 of the way to the C and D Canal. Dropped anchor just as dark was descending.
Later, we were in the main cabin with the hatch closed. A wave rocked the boat, and some books that were on the hatch cover slid down behind it, making it impossible for us to slide back the hatch cover and open the doors. Trapped like rats in a rat trap! Well, not quite. Roy climbed up through the fo'c'sle hatch, walked around to the cockpit, removed the books, and opened the main hatch. Which just goes to prove that people are smarter than rats.
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