We got up too early. We broke down too often. We zigzagged too much on the ocean. We made it in safely and ate and drank too much. End of day.
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Let's try again, shall we?
6 am up and out of the harbor. No drama other than that of a couple boats competing with us for the channel:
We got out of the way, unlike this bozo in front of the big freighter!
Ok, boats don't have rear view mirrors, but still!
The freighter captain was hailing the boat and finally gave him a blast from the horns.
Once we got out to sea our old nemesis returned.
One dead engine. We managed to restart it after some irritating complications that I won't go into here.
We saw some whales (bright spot of the day).
We had a relatively uneventful next few hours, according to Jim. I must have missed some of it.
Suddenly we came to the St George Reef lighthouse, out 6 miles in the ocean. Built in 1892, it is no longer manned and no longer operational.
Shortly afterwards, we crossed into Oregon, turned in towards shore and entered the tiny harbor.
We were listing to one side, and discovered we'd almost drained the starboard fuel tank. It took 245 gallons to fill that tank, and only about 35 to top off the port tank.
Jim went down and reset the fuel valves. He assures me they are in the correct position now.
We went off to a local (but well reviewed) restaurant for a very forgettable seafood meal.
The surprise highlight of our day was a little antique shop (open at 7 pm!) run by two ladies who had been hitting the Cabernet a wee bit too frequently. Half-empty glasses were scattered around the shop; they were smiley, chatty and tipsy.
I picked up two car books by LJK Setright - no deal, but hard to find:
Jim's score! was a mint-in-the-box, radio-controlled Oscar Meyer Weinermobile!
We came back to Jason (tied up to the guest/fuel dock), and headed for the mattresses.
This striking scene pretty much sums up Brookings:
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