The wind is supposed to blow 10 to 20 knots today, so we got a fairly early start, even though Squirrel Cove is only 40 miles north of here.
With very little wind, and only a half knot of current against us, we were making good time. “There’s a porpoise!”, I shouted. Grabbing my camera, I hustled outside to see if I could get a shot. As I scanned the horizon, It appeared that I was too late. Then, I saw a spout. It was a whale, not a porpoise, and he was headed right for us. Then, up went his tail and he was gone.



We made Squirrel Cove by 1215 hrs. There were 7 or 8 boats anchored in the cove. The hot weather is still with us, and there isn’t a breath of air. A little rain would sure be nice.
The sunset was beautiful, eventually turning the whole cove a luscious pink.


