Breeze On

I started my radiation treatments last week. I will have to go five days a week for a total of 36 treatments. Ugh! As soon as I returned home from last Friday's treatment, I changed my clothes and we went to the boat. George had already loaded the food and our clothes and had the boat ready to leave the dock. We sailed to Trippe Creek on the Tred Avon River. It was such a nice respite from all things cancer. We anchored the boat, ate dinner, relaxed, heard and spotted a bald eagle and watched a pretty sunset. Ahhhhh! It was such a lovely evening. It started to rain in the night so George closed the hatches, including the companionway hatch. Because we aren't used to having that closed we tend to hit our heads on the hatch as we go up the companionway stairs. To solve that problem George rigged up a high-tech early warning system. Notice the paper towel taped to the ceiling. It was quite effective. We did not go swimming this time. It was not very hot so we didn't need

The surgeon gave me some very good news at my post-op visit. He told me that everything looked good and I had no restrictions. That meant I could get in and out of the dinghy and go up and down the swim ladder. Yippee! So, we packed up some provisions and clothes and took off for a week-long trip. Our first stop was in Ball's Creek near the mouth of Broad Creek. The entrance into the creek is quite tricky. It is rather narrow with several switch-backs and gets pretty shallow. In fact, on our way in we watched the depth drop to 5.6 feet. I am not sure how we didn't go aground. Our depth instrument must not be calibrated as accurately as we thought. In any case, we were grateful to get into the anchorage and drop our anchor. Next on the list, swimming! Later in the evening we kept our eyes on thunder storms in the area. We saw lightning all around us but no storms passed over us. Phew! We were up early the next day and weighed anchor before breakfast. The winds were suppose