We passed by the ferry terminal, continued to fight the “green eyed flies”, dealt with a nasty bridge tender, dodged little fishing boats anchored right in the marked ICW channel, avoided stupid old men with no evident boating knowledge and found “no room at the inn” at several places. Think maybe we are in New Jersey? We finally found dockage but were unable to get there when we arrived at the little bridge in Ocean City and were denied transit because the bridge couldn’t open. Seems it had been too hot and the next opening wouldn’t be until sometime after dark, when things had cooled off. Now what? Leave it to Dan! He just pulled to a derelict dock and tied up. The marina, snack shop and Dan’s restaurant had all been taken over by the bank so we just moved in for the night. No power and water hook ups but it cooled up nicely and the air conditioning was totally unnecessary.
We got ourselves together and walked to the Ocean City Boardwalk where we ogled the pedestrian crowd, ate pizza at Big Slice, greeted Mr. Peanut and stuck our toes into the Atlantic.
Back on Quest we played our nightly games of Fan Tan by the dim 12 volt lights and enjoyed the cool breezes blowing in our windows.