Last night brought the second night, in our parking spot, with our aqua RV.
Predictably, because this was a Friday night, more aqua RVs joined us. As the dinner hour (whatever that is) proceeded and then proceeded to conclude, more people seeking adventure joined our merry little band. When we decided to turn in, a total of ten aqua RVs were present. Sometime after dark one more arrived.
Here's the curious phenomenon of which I hinted.
We are parked in a not-small area of water........lots of space. During the day, one other aqua RV and we were at constant anchor. As my SO and I ate dinner, enjoyed some games of cribbage ('Enjoyed' is a relative term........I got royally trounced twice!), did some twilight reading and chatting, we watched, with fascination, the new aqua RVs find their spots for anchorage. Finding an anchorage point is much like a dog doing its circle dance, readying itself for a comfortable sleep position. By the time the ten aqua RVs were 'set', we noticed that a near-circle had been created, much like the covered wagons of the How-The-West-Was-Won years. We were all 'tucked' in for night, protected from whatever the demons, marauders, underwater covert operatives might spring upon us.
When daylight broke, all were safe, still - thankfully - in their original places.
We had fended off the demons, marauders, underwater covert operatives for one more night!
Ancora imparo
