We awake to light drizzle in the morning so we stay at anchor until noon when The Captain (that is, me) begins to get antsy. And the forecast is for afternoon sunshine, so we fire up the engine. The anchor is well dug-in, so we use the engine to break it out. A good sign for future visits. The anchor comes up clean. A sandy bottom with no weed. Nice. It takes us an hour to run across the sound to the Bristol harbor entrance. We are followed by a 150-foot ocean-going mega-mansion. Jana asks “Where is she going to anchor?” We guess that the answer is “Just about anywhere the captain wants.” There is plenty of water in Bristol’s outer habor and just a few well-marked obstructions. (But when we leave the next morning, we
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