Sunday was the last day of our Easter cruise. It started off with more of the beautiful weather that we had been enjoying for day after day. We had plenty of time to get back to Hobart, so we spent the morning ashore.
We tried to track down a rumor of convict ruins in our anchorage. But that involved walking along a forest track at toddler speed - we never have gotten Eric used to riding in a backpack carrier, so our ability to cover ground as a family is highly compromised. The convict ruins were safe from us.
We got underway just after a front came through. Looks like we used up all the good weather, I said to Alisa.
I didn't know the half of it. We ended up spending hours beating against a fresh southerly wind to get out of Frederick Henry Bay. This is one of those classic sailing photos that fails to capture the situation - we were heeling over so far that we took salt water through the water tank vents. This morning I flushed the tanks after realizing that our drinking water was salty.
We passed the time by singing together in the cockpit. Eric has a very cute way of waving both index fingers in front of his face when he hears music. After we had sung every song we know two or three times, Alisa resorted to keeping the kids occupied with treats.
Bickies! said Eric. We were very glad that he didn't show any signs of seasickness.
It wasn't any kind of out-of-control sailing. But beating into strong winds is more than you really want to take on with such little kids on board.
I was very glad when we finally made it around the Ironpot and headed up the Derwent for Hobart.
I wonder if there's salt water in the fuel tanks, too?