Woke up and was a little surprised that I had survived. Went for a swim, then rowed back to the marina to pick up more ice. Andy showed up while Sof headed for home (both on the other boat). Motored the boats up to the night's destination - a place called the Basin.
After a couple hours frolicking in the water there, a hired skipper showed up and both crews piled on to the Quinkin for some sailing. Spent the next three hours cruising - not the best wind and somewhat rough so it wasn't all that great. In fact the main excitement was when Chris caught a speed boat while trolling off the back of the boat. He yelled and screamed but they just waved back and went flying away - I was pretty impressed with how quickly Chris managed to cut his line thus saving his rod and reel!
Back at the basin we had a late lunch. The boys (and our "professional skipper") sat in the life rings in the warm water with a beer in one hand and lunch in the other. The girls tried to pretend they didn't know us. A group of us swam to shore to check out the shark netted swim area and campground in the National Park (Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park - apparently the same park that Skippy is from). It was low tide so the swimming area was less than impressive and actually looked a little rank.
Had a great diner, played some Uno, and then had a surprise party for Anne-Marie's birthday. As we were getting ready to go to bed it started to get very rough. The two boats were rafted together causing the swells to be very jerky (they yanked at each other as one started to go down or up). Then the wind picked up. Got out of bed to see about moving the Quinkin to it's own mooring, but the basin looked full from the boat and it didn't seem like a good idea to risk looking in the dark in the little plastic row boat we have as a tender - and we didn't want to risk looking in the Quinkin because the wind meant it would be really difficult to re-raft if we couldn't find a mooring. It was a very uncomfortable night and I didn't get much sleep.