What a beautiful day! The wind died down, so we had to motor, but the sun was warm and the air clear. We couldn't have asked for nicer weather. Reached Norfolk's outer buoy at sunset, and what a glorious sunset! The water was lavender, and the sky was a thousand shades of gold and red and orange and purple. Beautiful!
But it quickly became dark, so it was rather nerve-wracking going up the channel with freighters going in and out and tiny motorboats zooming around in every direction. We proceeded slowly and carefully. I was at the wheel until we were nearly at the bridge, and then Roy took over, to my great relief, since it's hard for me to see at night.
If we hadn't been familiar with the harbor, we would have anchored outside, but we know our way around Little Creek and there are lots of bright lights, so we came on in and tied to the end dock at Cobb's Marina. Home again!
We'd no sooner gotten tied up than we heard a guy on the VHF calling a Mayday. It turned out his powerboat had been rammed by another powerboat -- not surprising, considering the way the little beasts were zooming around. However, his boat wasn't sinking and no one was injured, so he really shouldn't have called a Mayday. Anyway, the Coast Guard went out and escorted him to the ramp here at Cobb's Marina, and the Harbor Police located the other boat and brought it here to the ramp at Cobb's Marina. One boat had a big hole near the bow but above the waterline. The other boat had a big hole in its stern, also above the waterline. Both operators were hopping mad. The one that did the ramming claimed the other boat didn't have any lights on. The other guy insisted he had all his lights on. So the insurance companies will fight it out.
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