The day dawned clear and calm. Yeahhh!
Our next anchorage at Warderick Wells was 15 miles away or 8 if we took the short cut on the "outside" in the ocean. With calm seas & low winds, the shortcut made the most sense.
While the guys minded the ship, the ladies enjoyed the ride.
At one point, Greg took over the helm & did a fine job guiding us
Because they didn’t have room for us in
the park mooring field, we opted for a nearby mooring field where we picked up a
mooring ball. Though we were able to get our lines through the mooring ball OK, they
ended up wound around the ball. Oooops. Not so good.
While Jim & Sheila managed the boat, Greg & Carol took off in the dinghy to try to unwrap the lines. The only problem was that the dinghy skipper had a bit of trouble getting the dinghy back to Samba. Oh no!
The boat is this way guys! 😏
We finally did get the lines sorted out &
then headed to the island to do some hiking.
This is the skeleton of a whale that died & drifted ashore. They found lots of line, bottles and other plastic in his stomach. Sad.
The trail was mostly arid and scrubby with an
occasional trail overseer to keep an eye on us.
The views from the top of Boo Boo Hill are truly lovely.There were a number of “blow holes” up on the hill. When the surf is high and pounding, the water and air blow through these holes and create the eerie “booo” sound that can be unsettling at night.
Boaters like to find flotsam and decorate it
with their boat name and year and adorn the peak of the hill with their artwork. Fun!
While Carol & Sheila headed back the way we came up, Jim & Greg took a more circuitous route back around this salt lake.
We all finally did make it back safely & enjoyed a nice dip in the ocean off the back of the boat.
As the sun set, there was a thoughtful boater
who happened to travel through the frame. It made for a nice
picture. 
