After listening to the weather report, we had southerlies all the way south toward Cape May and just as we rounded Cape May and turned north, well, so the winds became northerlies. Then we headed into the Cape May canal and could not use our sails anyway!

We changed our tactics that day to stop just enjoying our leisurely sails to focus on getting back to Georgetown, delivery style.

When we arrived in Cape May and started looking around for a good marina to dock at, I happened to be helming when Philip and Brian spotted a tiny little "kayak jetty” and asked me to head over to tie up there for them to get off and go find someone to ask where we should go. As I neared the dock I could see the numbers on the depth sounder getting less and less and I kept calling them out to Philip.
"4”
"3.2”
"2.8”
"2”
"1.2”
"0.5”
"0” Note to self: When the depth sounder says "0” you've run aground.

I had run us aground! How embarrassing, right there between a variety of marinas, ships on one side, numerous fancy yachts on the other.
Some compassionate yachties in an inflatable dinghy came to help us push off. Philip jumped onto the boom and we pushed it way out over the side of the boat while the inflatable pushed on the bow. We were off in no time. The kind fellow yachties also gave us directions to Utsch's Marina. We squeezed our way in to the pretty tight channel there and made it to their diesel fuel dock, where we met Drew, the friendly dock hand.

Once docked, wild horses could not have held Brian on that boat, he was off in no time to find a cold Coke. He came back some minutes later with a Pepsi in hand, looking a bit glum (to say the least). It was a "Pepsi only” marina. Philip went to pay for a slip for the night and came back with a goodie bag from the Dock Master: a bottle of wine, a bag of crackers, some cheese, a bag of biscotti, an area map and a waterproof container on a key chain. What a nice surprise! I would be happy to visit there again.

After moving to a very comfortable slip we took a walk to the marina's store to restock on various provisions, put them on the boat and then, in spite of forecast rain, walked a few blocks to the local pizzeria for supper. We ordered way too much food, in order for us to have enough leftovers to last us for breakfast and lunch the next day. It started to rain while we were there and the rain steadily got harder and harder as our meal progressed. At the end of the meal the rain got lighter and lighter until it was finally just a drizzle.
We walked back to our boat and then on to the facilities before bed. Oh, that's another thing. The facilities were first class. They looked almost like hotel bathrooms, very nice.