A ferry was just leaving the ramp as I balanced first on one leg and then the other to don nautical clothing and boots behind the car. Carrying just a waterproof bag, oars and the pump I stepped down onto the pontoon to find the last week of rain in the tender, all six inches of it. Fortunately, this gave enough weight to allow the transom to overflow when the bow was lifted and I soon had the clear fresh water tipped into the muddy brackish water flowing out the river with the tail of the tide.
The breeze wanted to push me onto the moorings until I met the main channel, where I had to row back towards the line of boats to avoid the ferry terminal. Our yacht was fine, rain washed and secure. A cup of water in the bilges from wind-blown rain entering the vents, slightly low on electricity because the new orientation angles the solar panel poorly for the low winter sun.
Not much moving on the water, although it seems pleasant when the sun shines. As I ready the tender to return to shore the ferry looms back into view; shy of me today? I could have taken the same photo that I took two weeks ago, but without the ice.
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