This morning I pulled up anchor - preceded by 60 feet of chain with a lot of mud. I had a bucket of water available to wash my hands before I started grabbing other things on the boat, but still ... I was really wishing my deck wash worked. It was dead calm, so it really wasn't working well to stop and wait for the water to wash the mud off the chain before I pulled it on the boat. When I was working, they would have called this being incentivized to fix my deck wash. I think that was how they turned that noun into a verb.

With no wind today, the sun was surprisingly hot, especially under the dodger. At anchor, the ocean provided a very slight cooling breeze. So it was very pleasant down below in the cabin out of the sun.

Just before sunset, the bridge next door opened and three boats came through, all going south. Other than myself, I did not see any boats heading north today. The convoy joined me in my anchorage and everyone seemed to be solo. Now that is different.