Sunday Bloody Sunday

A picture perfect day, almost.    Cristin made pancakes with chocolate chips and we headed in the boat to Blankenship cove in Marion.   We had lunch down below and Phoebe tried her best to ruin the newly covered cushions with melted granola bars and cheese.  Ellie fought with her life jacket and eventually surrendered into sleep in Cristin’s arms.  Cristin stuck her down below and somehow she managed to sleep in it.  We returned to the mooring and shortly after I declared it a wonderful afternoon Phoebe tripped and fell face first in the cockpit and bloodied her lip with a tooth.  I was wondering when the first blood would be spilt on the boat.  Phoebe’s blood was actually second to my finger that somehow didn’t heal overnight after I accidentally stuck it with Tyrone’s hypodermic needle for the fifth time and subsequently reopened during my wrestling with the electric windlass which is without question less convenient than a non-electric windlass because instead of running up to the bow once you have to run back and forth between the bow and the console to clear jams.  Phoebe’s lip healed pretty quickly but we decided to cancel Friendly’s because salty fries and ketchup are generally not very soothing for such injuries.

Above:  Phoebe underway in the Captain’s seat.  Below:  Ellie looks ridiculous in her life preserver.  The U.S. Coast Guard is uninterested in approving something for children under 30 lbs.  We have decided to circumvent the bureaucracy and ordered a Canadian one.  We are fairly certain it would be more comfortable.  An iron maiden might be more comfortable.

Above:  a Panoramic from Blankenship Cove (click to enlarge) using one of the 7000 panoramic iphone apps, none of which work well. This image is also available below using the panoramic plugin which may or may not work in your browser.  Below:  due to her newfound mobility, Ellie’s ability to bother Phoebe has increased ten fold in one week.   I know a bit about how bothersome younger siblings can be.