The next day, we motored up Long Island Sound to Milford harbor. Mark BBQ'd some sausages while Dana cooked chicken broth and headed to sleep. There was a raft of boats flying a bunch of rainbow flags; Dana said she would have gone partied with them if she was feeling better.

The next morning we woke up to the boat rocking like mad. The wind had shifted so that waves were entering the harbor and caused us to rock. We noticed that most of the other boats had moved over to the other side to get out of the waves. We decided to just get headed on our way since we didn't have any other plans for there. By the time we had pulled up the anchor and were leaving, we were both somewhat queasy from just the mornings rocking.

We were startled at the exit to the harbor by a loud horn. A coast guard boat had pulled up next to us from behind without our noticing. Mark -- perhaps not really awake -- was starting to take evasive action thinking a collision was imminent, when we realized that they just wanted to talk. Apparently, a kayak had been found without its kayaker in it and they were looking for him and wanted us to keep a sharp lookout for him. At that point, we realzed there was a Coast Guard helicopter scanning the harbor we had just been in. Since the guy had been out the night before, we figured by that morning he had to have been drowned. All day long as we sailed down the sound, there were regular notices on the VHF 16 about this kayaker. It was a little sobering to think that he had probably gone right by our boat the night before since Milford harbor wasn't that big.