We are spending two days here in an unlikely location, tied up against a fuel dock in the middle of nowhere, because we are stalling some more to avoid going through the Norfolk area on Memorial Day weekend. Since we hadn't been at a dock for a couple days everything had to get charged back up, and we had to get rid of the trash and recycling. I thinned through the crate of plumbing pieces I had bought in Oriental because they had included the shower hose we needed, also learning how to reattach the handle for the hot water so it would stay. I kept both remaining hoses and the best one of everything else for spares and tossed the rest.
We were down below when we hear a bang. This just turned out to be just a particularly well placed wake slapping the side of the boat. A few moments later, BANG. That was definitely a hit with something solid. We go up top and a sailboat a little bigger than ours has blown into our boat while trying to dock. A few little scrapes in our gelcoat, but not as deep as the ding I just put in the bow with the anchor. They were deeply apologetic and embarrassed, and gave us a bottle of wine. We've done worse (although it was a charter boat!).
I changed diesel fuel filter, which was almost as black as the last one after about 75 engine hours. Hmmm. Getting the fuel tank cleaned out may be in our future. Wash off boat, fill water tanks, pump out, diesel. Tomorrow we'll move even closer to Norfolk, but after some more research I realize that we'll have seven bridges and a lock to go through to get to this Top Rack Marina. We had better get an earlier start than planned.
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