We awoke early this morning to the sounds of silence. That's right, no insane, forty five minute long, self aggrandizing, drivel masquerading as a cruisers net blaring from the cockpit VHF. Sometimes those people scare me.

After an enjoyable morning breakfast shared among the crew, Amy got down to some writing project she is on deadline for and I went over to Bob's boat Navigator to retrieve his dinghy cover. The cover has held up well during the break in period, but I wasn't happy with the starboard side aft end and so I wanted to make a small alteration. Half an hour later, we were back in business and I think the final product is pretty good.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon working on a new light installation down in the galley. We've been without a working galley light for the last month or so and I finally got around to fixing it. The new light uses two Xenon bulbs and draws significantly less than our old halogen unit.

In the evening we loaded into the dinghy and headed up to the north end of the anchorage to the beach and the quarter mile walk up to Triphina's place for a cruisers dinner. Twenty other cruisers joined us and we spent the next three hours chowing down on some serious home cooking.

Triphina's is one of the few places that I actually like to go to dinner at down here in the Bahamas. The dinner at her place is served buffet style and as such and can by-pass the standard Bahamian peas-rice-mac and cheese dishes and move straight into the meat selections. I stuck with the ribs, grouper fingers, chicken wings, and cracked conch selections. I definitely ate my fill.

We ended up sitting with Bob from Navigator and two new folks we met from the sailing vessel Maverick. He turned out to be a retired Cobra driver and with my time at Darpa working on the Longbow radar and then the Comanche stealth copter we had a lot to talk about. We didn't leave Triphina's until almost 8:30 and didn't return home until 9 pm.

Back home Amy informed me that we have a French Canadian visitor coming in the morning to pick up a newly completed Sunbrella patchwork purse. Amy worked out some sort of international exchange in at least two languages that I don't speak, so I guess I will just be along for the ride. To bed at 10 pm after an abreviated version of the nighttime running of the weasels.