Plumpuppet bounced all night long on the mooring ball with the NE wind blowing directly into the harbor. The dinghy ride in to do laundry was very choppy. I put the laundry into the machine at the Harbormaster’s and Ken left for the marine store, which is no more (how things change in 2+ years!), so wandered the town. Another sailor with laundry said she’d watch things if I wanted to go for coffee, which I did and tried to find Ken. Finally he called on Katja’s phone (he’d forgotten his) and said when he checked for me in the women’s bathroom (where the washer and dryer are located), a near naked women answered the door to say I’d left. We went to collect the clothes then went back to the boat against the chop.
Friends of Katja and Geoff’s from the Washington , DC Island .
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