We have a windy anchorage in Monckton Inlet today. The wind generator is humming, at times wailing. As the boat wanders around in the anchorage in response to various gusts and lulls, the anchor chain is dragged across the bottom of the bay in one direction and then back in the other, growling in protest all the while. The dinghy and the hull play two part harmony, slapping in time to the rhythm of the waves. The US flag, mounted on a wooden pole fixed to the stern and a smaller Canadian flag on a flag halyard that runs to the mast spreader are flapping wildly, each vowing to outdo the other. Each anchorage plays its own symphony, displays its own personality.
This bay has ample swinging room for many boats, but today, it's just us and a fishing trawler, also with a US flag. We're both a long way from home. The couple in the trawler waved as we entered the bay, appeared happy to see company; isolation to share.
Wildlife is scarce tonight, but a seal pokes it's nose out of the water to have a look at us. Kay has gone below for a nap and soon another sound is added to the mix. The seal dives out of sight.
The wind and chop make dinghy exploring less appealing, so with chores done it's time to relax and do some reading to the music of Quijote on Monckton Inlet.
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