The wind died off during the night as an approaching cold front moved near our area. By 9 am the wind began clocking around to the south west, so we threw up our spinnaker and slowly sailed the 2 miles up to the north end of Salt Pond. Along the way we were contacted by Sequel who arrived last night from the Ragged Islands. They invited us as well as Bob and Nancy (Navigator) to join them at the Long Island Breeze for lunch.
It took us almost an hour to sail up to our anchorage in the 4 to 5 knots of wind, but we made it eventually. Along the way we got several comments over the VHF about how pretty our spinnaker looked. By 11 am we had the boat anchored and settled in and after a quick change into clean clothes, we hopped into the dinghy and zoomed back down to the Breeze for lunch.
George, Julie, Nancy, Bob, Amy and I shared three large pizzas. Now I have always maintained that much like sex, even bad pizza is still good pizza, but after today's pie, I'll have to revise my previous statement. Twenty dollar, freeze dried, pre-packaged plastic crust with synthetic cheese pizza is totally lame no matter how long it's been since the last time.
Despite the pizza quality we ate our food anyway and then spent the afternoon hanging out on the deck of the Long Island Breeze watching the day go by. In hindsight, we probably should have opted for the cheese burger in paradise instead. I hate bogus pizza; I hate it so much.
While we were there we heard a rumor that the Breeze may be closing in the next couple of weeks because they are losing too much money and the investors are about to pull the plug. I can believe it's true based on the limited traffic we see going into the place, but we are all hoping for the best as the place is absolutely gorgeous and very cruiser friendly.
Around 3 we returned to the mother ship. Amy read a book and I zapped space aliens with my plasma gun. When dinner time rolled around we were both still full from pseudo-pizza, so opted to make a lite snack of pressure cooker popcorn instead.
We read out books until 8 pm and then after tucking the weasels away, we called it a day. Tomorrow I have a date with George (Sequel) to go over to a nearby ocean beach and fly his 2 meter training kite which out to provide my dear readers with plenty of action photos of me getting face planed in the sand.