Sea Legs

Phoebe and I took our second trip in the boat.  It was blowing about 20 so we drove to the sheltered side of the harbor and drifted downwind back to the mooring.  Phoebe seemed at ease until she got her hand stuck in a rod holder.   We then opened the boat up out in the channel which Phoebe seemed to enjoy and then went back to the mooring and ate cheerios and watched the ospreys hunt.   A beautiful afternoon, the peace broken only by a shrieking bilge alarm coming from across the mooring field and some anxious discussion on channel 16 about someone keying the mic.