We were invited to attend the wooden boat festival about a 3 hour sail from here, with Rob and Marcia who we met at Swan’s Island a few years ago. However, a morning thunderstorm gave way to fog. Rather than trying to negotiate lobster pots and boats in varying degrees of fog, we decided instead to anchor among some small islands, outcroppings of rock with a few pine trees, and watch the islands appear and disappear in the fog. I went for a very short swim in the frigid water, then we harvested some of the basil we brought in a pot from our garden to make a pesto dinner. I took out the fiddle I had borrowed from Cathy Chiavola and tried to learn Leather Britches. Becoming a beginner again is fun in its own way. Bryan somehow fell asleep as I was playing Arkansas Traveler.