Bill Harkins and his gang had arrived from Virginia the previous night (above). More rain overnight had left our outdoors well washed as Al sat (fairly) patiently in the car about 7 a.m., waiting for Julia to complete her toilette. The camp store and its coffee would not be available until 8 a.m., so we decided to forage around Popham for a breakfast alternative to Spinney's - as soon as we had gone to the nearest gas station (in Phippsburg), to feed an increasingly thirsty car and get Al a coffee at the station's general store.

... in this nice, basic porch right on the beach. The food was great and reasonably priced, and Julia and I - and subsequently Chuck and Ginny - ate breakfast here every day after this. On this day, we actually made it back in time to catch much of the Skippers' Meeting and discover that the day's port of call was to be Cundys Harbor. So, it was off to the dock where those of us who had not covered our boats from the night's downpours had ...

... Chuck and Al (note his brand new CanAm Regatta shirt!) are leery of going anywhere too far away in SHADES which carries only one under-sized paddle. In essence, we don't want to go any place where we can't rely on the incoming tide (after 1300 hrs) to take us in the right direction if the wind should quit.