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We sailed over to Angel Is and anchored in the nice protected cove had a lovely dinner with our Storm Bay buddies and a very still and quiet night, the next morning we were greeted by a overzealous megaphone-wielding park warden bellowing across the anchorage that there was" NO ANCHORING IN THE COVE!" As this left us with the options of sailing away, paying $30 for a night on a mooring or $15 to tie up to the dock, we decided on option C and handed over our $15. Climbed to the top of the island where we were greeted with stunning views and lots of soaring hawks. Once back aboard we decided to get a little value for our cash and unload all of our garbage and recycling. Mike gallantly took on this task and the recycle part went off flawlessly He decided to use his normal garbage disposal style and all was going well until out of nowhere and without warning the garbage can pounced and shivved him right between the ribs, he staggered around clutching his side and gasping for breath and then decided to just walk away, as "There were at least five of them and they all had the crazy eye!" Mike is expected to make a full recovery.