Weighing the anchor at first light this morning.  Just a few ripples in Fishing Bay, yet wind and waves will start building up this afternoon and we are eager to get to Hampton. Depending on the severity of the storm, we might stay put for a couple of days. I have not been sick so far (thanks Peregrine!), and we’d rather avoid waves over 4 feet. It would be fine in the ocean, but in the Chesapeake they are choppy and uncomfortable. We are going to dock at a marina, which means access to showers, heat (we have not used the cute but temperamental stove since Annapolis), plenty light, and TV. Our 3 channels have bad connections, but Doc Martin is worth the image flickering.

We have been on Peregrine non-stop since Friday morning, but to get fuel (diesel) and empty the holding tank (which holds, hmm, another kind of fuel if you see what I mean). We are so used to the movement on Pere, that it felt confusing to be on the stable dock. The tide is only one foot in the Chesapeake, and the docks are not floating like they do in Georgia. We were discussing the self-sufficiency of a boat last night, revisiting the story of Noah and his microcosm of the world holding into one single boat. Dickie would like to install a generator working on diesel.