Anchoring in Tracey Arm - hiding from bergie bits

A drunken sailor on watch after a long day of exploring Tracy Arm.

Robert was so good all day. The weather was cold, but he braved it out with us when he wasn't down below napping. Since Mark was at the helm and Amy was at the bow watching for bergie bits, Robert spent most of his day in his car seat. Finally, at the end of the day, all he could do was pass out.

 Calpurnia, anchored with several other boats in "No Name Cove" after journeying up Tracy Arm.

The next morning Amy took the dinghy out to do some exploring in the "No Name" cove we had anchored in during the night.  During the dark hours, several house size ice bergs had floated into the cove.  Amy took the dinghy for a closer inspection, and returned to state that Robert and Mark should head out to see for themselves.

Donning fleece, rubber boots, sunglasses and life vest, Amy ventures out.

As part of Robert's education, we used a small piece of floating ice to teach him what "cold" felt like.  Earlier in the week he had learned what hot was when he accidentally touched the top of a halogen lamp.  Ouch !!!  Robert decided that the ice was much better to lick than to touch.  After each lick he would stick out his tongue in approval.