Evening Ebb

We're here. After entering the shipping channels at 2200 last night, we tied up to Rivergate Marina's quarantine dock at 0630. Plan B, a catamaran, was already on the dock but there was just enough room for Dancing Bear to tie up behind them. Customs arrived a few minutes ago and the officers just went on Plan B, we should be next. Not sure how long we'll be here before we head over to the marina in Manley. Should be there later this afternoon.

The winds were quite strong last night as we left the ocean and entered the bay. It was similar to many of the ends of deliveries when we hit high winds entering the Chesapeake. Plus it was cold and rained off and on most the night. We covered the 40 miles down the bay and entered the Brisbane River around 0500 just after first light. The Port of Brisbane was on our port and the airport and industrial sites were on our starboard. Not the most scenic entry to Australia.

The sun's out and there's some blue skies. Odd to see so many signs of civilization.

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Vessel Name:	s/v Evening Ebb
Vessel Make/Model:	1979 Pearson 365 Ketch
Hailing Port:	Washington, DC
Extra:	The boat's name comes from a poem by Robinson Jeffers: Evening Ebb The ocean has not been so quiet for a long while; five nightherons Fly shorelong voiceless in the hush of the air Over the calm of an ebb that almost mirrors their wings. The sun has gone down, and the water has gone [...] down From the weed-clad rock, but the distant cloud-wall rises. The ebb whispers. Great cloud-shadows float in the opal water. Through rifts in the screen of the world pale gold gleams, and the evening Star suddenly glides like a flying torch. As if we had not been meant to see her; rehearsing behind The screen of the world for another audience. More