By mid-afternoon the guys had returned, lunch was done and it was time for the Wragas to head back to their truck and trailer at Chipman Point. We waved them off and prepared to pull up anchor ourselves.
By the time we pulled out of our sheltered cove, the wind had picked up and the lake was fraught with white capped waves. As the day progressed, we saw winds gusts to 29 knots and the U.S. Coast Guard issued a small craft warning. Holy Cow!! There was spray reaching the helm window!
As we neared our destination we were welcomed by the beautiful Shelburne Inn then the sight of Burlington. As we rounded Shelburne Point and spied Redrock, the waters and wind died down instantly. We passed Shelburne Shipyard and proceeded to anchor in the next cove, joining the numerous others seeking shelter for the night.
Dan amused himself by catching little bass off the back deck. Who needs a fishing boat?
The rising moon filled the eastern skies as night approached and we settled in for a calm and cozy night.