Our stay in Florence Harbor again coincided with a big fishing tournament—apparently there’s one just about every weekend. This was the morning scene at the docks:
Not wishing to depart in this madness, we borrowed the marina’s courtesy van and went out to breakfast at Big Bad Breakfast, a cool diner in Florence with a Cessna airplane body on the wall.
After breakfast, we got a few more groceries, filled up Dragonfly’s fuel tanks, said goodbye to Steve, Darci, Andrew & Susan and got underway. After so many nights in marinas, we really wanted to anchor out again and Pickwick Lake has many good options. Our first choice, Cooper Hollow, was crowded, so we ended up in Panther Creek at Mile 218, which was quiet and beautiful, and we had the eastern cove all to ourselves. We watched the sunset, cooked dinner, buttoned up the cabin against the cold, read and eventually fell asleep to the sounds of birds, frogs and insects.
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