And being thankful is good, and living through hard times…also good.
After the excitement of crossing the Rappahannock, it wasn’t as disappointing as usual to find ourselves motorsailing again after a couple good hours of sailing out of Deltaville. We beat feet for Mobjack Bay (a soup course along the way), but decided not to worry about going all the way into one of the many creeks. We rounded the Old Point Comfort Light and put her down right behind the point.
Safely anchored in a wide open spot, we made a winter feast of f’uck mushroom gravy (f’uck being the Chinese mock duck that comes in a can), mashed potatoes, stuffing, and cranberry loaf.
That night was cold (good excuse to cuddle!), and the next morning bore a sparkling rime.
