We came through some choppy seas down the Banks yesterday and after about 6 hours we arrived at Warderick Wells, a protected park of about 176 acres.

It was our first mooring ball attempt and despite our mutual concern it went off easily. Ed positioned the boat and I drive up to it, he grabbed the line and we were on!

Moored is a nice way to be. You don’t have to worry about your anchor slipping in the sand. So Ed could get a good night’s sleep.

We dinghied over to the park office to pay, Ziggy jumped right in and then out at the dock. She’s doing better than me!

Then we walked on one of the trails covered in coral, intending to go up to Boo Boo Hill. Ed said it felt like we were walking on the moon, the coral was cratered and sharp. I was gun shy about continuing after my toe injury so we turned back as it would be dark in an hour.

Boo Boo Hill is named that for a shipwrecked vessel where everyone died. They say at night you can hear their souls singing hymns on top if the hill.

Boo!

We may leave tomorrow or not depending on winds. Wendy the wind gen is doing her thing big-time, throwing out power as the wind whistles through here.

This is our 7th day off the grid, using only our solar and wind power along with motor yesterday to charge batteries. So far so good!

Bad news is I have managed to get swimmers ear I think, right ear is clogged up and face is sore.

Thank the Lord for Aleve!