Rained hard overnight, but the northeast winds pushed us away from the dock, restrained by our dock lines. A better option than listening to our fenders squeaking as we are beinging pushed against the dock. We are bouncing around quite a bit at the dock. Linda and Karen do laundry in the morning.
Had a very interesting show on how the marina gets its fuel, via Tanker truck brought out on a barge.
|Here comes the fuel truck|
After lunch we go for a long walk north on the island to see the rough seas on the Atlantic side of the island.