Early this morning, a 90-year-old English-built sloop that drew 9 feet tried to come into the harbor but missed the channel and went aground. Half a dozen yachties went out in their dinghies to try to help her. They struggled for a couple of hours. Eventually, Lily Maid floated free, came on into the anchorage, and dropped anchor.
Heard on the VHF that last night the Wee-Lah, not far from our port bow, was broken into while the owners were ashore. The thieves broke the hatch lock and stole travelers' checks, costume jewelry, and ID's. But later in the day, the woman on Wee-Lah came on the VHF and announced that an honest fisherman had found the checks and ID's in the woods and returned them, so that made everyone feel better.
We had hoped to leave here this evening, but the wind has kicked up. It's blowing sixteen knots and more here in this protected harbor, so it must be 25-30 outside, and it's out of the northeast. It's supposed to calm down Thursday and switch to southeast, so we have a chance of leaving then.
Roy blew ashore after lunch and phoned the manufacturer of the inverter and got an authorization number for returning it, but he's afraid to ship it from here. He also mailed a letter for me at the Post Office and bought a couple of heads of cabbage from a farm truck. He got soaked paddling back against the wind, so he took a shower to rinse the salt off.
My computer battery is nearly dead, so I'll have to keep the log by hand until I can recharge it.
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