Final Day at Fancy Cove

September 2nd (Monday)
When we woke up in the morning we were planning to catch the last of the ebb current to Codville Lagoon. It was very foggy however, so we decided to wait until the afternoon tide when hopefully the fog would have cleared.
We had a relaxing morning of reading, writing, playing guitar, and doing Spanish. We had the last of the salmon caviar on toast for brunch as the fog was starting to clear.  The sun broke through above us before the fog cleared around us, and it was as though we were in a clear hole amongst the fog. Once the clearing started it did not take long for the sun to burn all of the fog away, and we were left under a cloudless sky. It was a beautiful day.
While waiting for the next ebb tide we started cleaning the outside of our enclosure -- one of the projects on our list to do before winter.  Sunny weather was required for using the products to clean and protect the Sunbrella material of our enclosure. By the time we were done scrubbing and cleaning the outside, the areas where we had started were fully dry. The product that we used, 303 Fabric Guard, works best if applied in full sun, so it was a perfect day for it. 
We started painting on the liquid with paintbrushes, being careful not to get it onto the window material, and when the time came around that we had been planning to head to Codville, we were on a roll with our enclosure.  So, we decided to just keep going and try to get as much as we could done in the day, instead of moving anchorages. The product needed time to dry and cure before any moisture could get on it, dew or fog included, so we were not able to finish the whole thing, but we got close to half of the area applied, and we hoped to be able to finish the rest the next day.
Once the product dried it left a slight sparkle to the material, and made it look "sparkling clean".
Water droplets beaded perfectly on our newly cleaned and protected canvas enclosure.

In the evening we sat in the cockpit and enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate as we watched the fog rolling toward us, tumbling over itself over Denny Island. The tops and edges of the fog glowed pink as the sun set, before it became a uniform fog grey as the sun slipped lower below the horizon. We listened to the noisy chatter of a pair of king fishers and the distant call of an eagle as the fog crept over the edge of Hunter Island. 



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