Ended up anchoring and being able to still have our nap time, Tenley came and told us we were at the whirl pools, Old Sow. Watching Jesse drive was funny because he kept being tossed all over the place by the change in the currents. Docked at St. Andrews, New Brunswick around 11, after lunch cleaned up the boat and then got to have dinner at the local yacht club. There were far too many desserts, they even gave us pinochi in our gift bags and left over gingerbread and pumpkin bread.
Old Sow.
Huge tide.
Jesse.
Slid anyone?
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