Awoke to SUN this morning and it took a while to realize that the wind was still blowing a gale, but from a different direction so we weren't getting whiplash as has been the case for the past two days. And, really, sun does make a difference in attitude. Late breakfast of French toast since we still weren't going far...only across the harbor at low tide. We (David!) negotiated a slip complete with electricity (i.e. electric heat and lights) and SHOWERS. We unshackled Grace from her mooring and motored over. Landed with help from our friend, Gary Powell, who joined us onboard for lunch and some journey planning. Gary is familiar with the CT coast and Long Island Sound and beyond. Some good advice and encouragement.

A walk to the hardware store for door insulation, rather than the chaffing rags we've been using, and a short walking tour of Scituate. Then Louise and Paul joined us for wine and snacks before dinner. Toasty in the Pilot House with Amelia snoozing between us. I wonder if the red navigation light causes by passers to think they are in the red light district.