Last night I got to witness a 10 minute power outage onshore. Much more fun to see from my perspective on the boat than to be in it. Entire buildings and the park suddenly went dark. Then later lights came back on again.

It was calm this morning when I pulled up the chain and anchor ... full of mud and mussels. At least the deck wash was working so I could rinse it off. On my way out, I motored by my sister ship, the blue Islander 36, but no one was out in the cockpit. Vince has been following my blog from the beginning, and is actually friends with the couple on this boat. Small world.

At Titusville, I motored into the marina to pump out, get water and register for a mooring ball for the next several days. Pete and Sue from Sasha are in Sanford, and their boat is in this marina, so I am hoping to get to see them. However, Pete just had ankle surgery, so we may not connect. The weather is making up for lost time - no, it is not snowing. It is windy from the worse direction, so it choppy and the boat is bouncing, and the chance of rain the next few days is 60-100%. Basically, I am getting exactly what I dreaded. One weather app says Sunday might be okay to go ashore. A different app says that would be the worst day. We shall see. At some point, the forecasts should converge.

After I picked up my mooring ball (first try and this time from the cockpit, not the bow), my sister ship motored by and headed into the marina. I wonder if they stayed there and picked up a slip, maybe the same slip I stayed in last fall? The one I now wish I was staying in? Oh well.