At daybreak, I spotted the resident family of deer feeding at the end of the bay.

What a difference a day makes.  We’ve been enjoying light winds for days, but as soon as we started to pull the anchor and head for Spencer Spit, the wind came up, gusting to 30 mph… ugly!  So, instead of Spencer Spit, we wound up anchoring in Brigantine Bay, between Trump Island and Decatur Island, where the wind was calmer.  The wind was blowing 30 mph outside the anchorage, but inside the anchorage, we were only getting occasional gusts.

Brigantine Bay is pretty, with a very small community of houses along the shore.  The only downside to Brigantine was the occasional boat wake that would rock the boat, which is annoying. However, this was a lot better than being at Spencer Spit where it’s blowing like stink, and where you still have to put up with boat wakes.

We’ve listened to the weather report for tomorrow, and it looks good for making it to Anacortes, where Al’s son, Russ, will be joining us on Thursday.