Perry L. Gardner: Private Journal #18
Saturday, 2:47 AM, July 30, 1988
I just woke up from a dream about strange vehicles going across a bridge, and I was in a pseudo Marine uniform and being nervous about not having a proper uniform.
You can read a watch by the moonlight. The boats around me are silhouettes floating in a sea of glass, all in a soft sea fog, with no horizon except for the soft outline of shoreline trees. The bay is invisible, and the only sounds are the mournful ones of the foghorn on the lighthouse. It is 72° F, but the humidity is high, so I feel a little sticky and in need of a shower, but it is beautiful out here.
Saturday, 7 AM, July 30, 1988
Woke up early, 5:30ish, took a sponge bath, ate a banana, and made Brim. Washed topside and duck boards. It is getting hot already, so will go to UUFH—getting used to functioning on boat—ready for cruising, but it could use a good cleaning up and culling out—too messy for this small space.