Today, we're hunkered down, at anchor still, patiently(?) waiting for tomorrow, to go into the marina, take the mast down, and get the boat hauled out. Time is crawling so slowly...Yesterday,we took quite a bit of the boat apart, then went to shop. On the way back to the boat, curiousity got the better of Barry. The river bottom is mud, which is exposed at low tide. It looks like dark brown sand, with lots of piles of razor clams that might tear up the dinghy bottom. It was low tide when we were on our way back out to the boat.
In the early morning, an eagle or large hawk, with big thick legs, anyway, had made a kill, and was eating it on a little hill, in the salt marsh, near our boat. When he(she) left, sea gulls came, and after them, vultures. Barry was really curious what the kill was.
We pulled up to the mud, near the little hill, and Barry hopped out. Instantly, he was knee deep in sticky mud, going down. He took a step, leaving his shoe in the hole he left, and sticking a foot with just a sock on it into the mud. He almost fell over, but grabbed the dinghy and pulled himself out. He rescued his shoes, which are the ones we started out with. They would have been no loss, but he likes them...
He had mud on his jacket, on his jeans, long underwear, socks and shoes, as well as all over the dinghy! There may be no such thing as quicksand, but this could be quick-mud! It was so sticky!
At least he was safe, but cold and wet!
Today is sunny, but very windy, and barely 50F outside. We're staying inside today, pretty much. Lots to get ready to travel in here. Brr...
Still afloat though. Barry and Kay