July 14, 2007

I started rowing south yesterday.  I was tired of drifting.  So much for resting.

Today the water is calm.  There is a gentle breeze.  I hope that changes soon. The wind can help my progress.

Passing ships blow their foghorns to let other boats know how close they are.  They scared me this morning when I woke up.  The fog was so thick.  I heard a horn and the ship’s engine, but I couldn’t see it.  I listened to my radio and held onto my oars in case I had to row out of the way.  The shipped passed.

I will be happier when I get into warmer waters, where there is less fog.

*Entry adapted for K-4 by Andrea Rogers