The crew made french toast for breakfast this morning. I love the initiative. I guess there's a limit to their tolerance for hot cereal. Until today we've been eating oatmeal, cream of wheat, and granola in rotation with fruit, walnuts, and yogurt. The fresh fruit has been eaten, so we've been adding canned peaches and raisins instead. Now the yogurt is gone. Fresh milk is almost out. We'll open boxed milk soon. It's a good thing we'll be back in Campbell River the day after tomorrow. We're low on water too.
We have plenty of drinking water. And we can make (desalinate) more, but the tanks are almost empty.
The crew is swimming around the boat at the moment. The quick rinse afterward will use most of the remaining tankage. Water is comfort.
I'm making tacos for dinner tonight. Not much water needed for that. Tomorrow it's mushroom risotto. And then the first leg is done.
The more avid of our Quijote followers will notice that the boat's track did not appear to move today. There's a reason for that. The boat didn't move today. We have an extra day built in for weather delays that didn't get used. So rather than anchor close to town, people, and boat traffic, we'll chill here for a second night.
Tomorrow we make our way to Squirrel Cove. I have no idea why they named it that. There won't be many squirrels in the cove. I wonder if the outline looks like one. I'll check.
Um... not obviously. Perhaps if psychedelics were involved...
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