This afternoon, my fiance Jessica and I sailed from Isle of Hope (where Alana has languished for the past 100+ days) to Hilton Head. We are now anchored off Harbor Town, listening to the musical stylings of a nameless musician drift across the water. His Bob Dylan is spot-on; the Journey can use some work. We are also being treated to the huffing and puffing of porpoises as they patrol the anchorage.
Today's sail was largely uneventful. We did discover that a family of wasps had built mud nests in the masthead as well as in a fold of the sail. These nests fell to out freshly scrubbed decks as soon as we hoisted the main. For much of the way we were shadowed by flocks of pelicans which apparently mistook Alana for a fishing vessel. Jessica squealed and hid her face whenever they passed close and up wind, however, there were no direct hits, just a couple of close calls.
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