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07.22 Monday Day 31 Cont'd 22:00 hrs Now it's dark, really, really dark. And even more spooky! Darkness has its advantages though. It's so dark, I can't even see how close I am to the rocky shore. And to cut down totally on the sound of the wave crashing ashore, only some twenty feet away and, to muffle the howling wind, I put on the headset with Nana Mouskouri belting it out full blast. This way.... not only I can't see but I can't hear either! Very reassuring indeed. I know this is playing the ostrich trick but, what the heck, when you're scared, you're scared and there's no use pretending. But all the same, the wind will have to abate soon because ... da Porta Potti la, she is almost full and... Now, all I hope is that it doesn't rain tomorrow because if it does, I'll have to go against my well established principle of never leaving when it rains. I'm getting out of here tomorrow, come rain or sunshine. On second thought,... I might stay here a couple of days. Wow! Le Grand Jules has gone bongo! I had read somewhere that the wind died down at night in Toba Inlet. I'd sure like to meet the fella who wrote that! I'd give him a piece of my mind; that is, if I have one left by the time morning comes. Brrrr. It's funny (no, it's not, really) how you imagine things when it's pitch black/ As I am writing this, I have the distinct feeling that I am circling around the anchor and, the boat being longer than the distance to the nearest shore on the port side, that I would hit the shore as I swung around. Stupid moi! I'm tied to a tree at the stern. But then, trees in spooky places like this have been known to move around, haven't they? Will it ever end? Just foolin around folks - Circa 1977 23:00 hrs I just re-read parts of today's entries (just to check for spelling errors, honest!). My God. Better not show this log book to any head shrinker; he'll have me committed for life or, at the very least, will have my driver's license revoked or worse, ... will nominate me for the Senate! Brrrr. A scary thought. 23:30 hrs Except for the pitching, the rocking and the rolling... I haven't moved an inch! The anchor is holding, thank God. I noticed I've been doing a lot of thank God's tonight. Wonder if it's because this place is so spooky or if it's because I'm getting reborn again? I switched the AM radio to catch the weather (no FM or VHF reception in here, for sure). All the stations I picked up so far talk only of rain. I'm searching through the dial like mad, trying to find a station with more optimistic outlook on the weather. Maybe I can pick up Phoenix Arizona on the short wave band... they ought to have sunshine in the forecast. OK Mr. Shrink.... just kidding. Honest! 24:00 hrs That's it. Enough logging for tonight. Spark plugs are new, spotlight is at the ready, the oars are in the Titanic, the life jacket is somewhere, I know, and I'm ready for bed. Que sera, sera. 02:00 hrs To bed. Read Chichester and stood anchor watch. How did this man ever cope all alone for months? Including going turtle in the Tansmanian Sea? On a 45 foot sailboat?? My hat to the man! 04:00 hrs Maybe I'm just dreaming this but I think I'm still standing anchor watch! Nah! Just dreaming. 04:30 hrs Darn! I wasn't dreaming. I 'was' standing anchor watch! If I was a pill-popper, I'd take a couple of sleeping pills just about now.

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