Well, here we are in Little Creek again, right back where we started from, except this time we didn't go to Cobb's; we tied up in the first marina we came to. It would be too embarrassing seeing the people at Cobb's.
Our docking was also embarrassing, but no one was looking. The wind blew us away from the dock and almost into another boat, but we finally managed to get straightened out and secured.
As soon as we had registered, I phoned the post office. Hooray! The box of charts has arrived. We hopped on the first bus and went over and got it. Also picked up some groceries at Farm Fresh.
Roy carried the heavy carton back to the boat, while I went to the bank and closed our account. Then we went to Stacey's Buffet for lupper.
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