Yesterday’s sail was glorious. Only irritation was the zigzag route along the Everett Naval Station pier, trying to not intrude on the 50yard warning zone where the guys with assault weapons stand guarding the ships on the east side and the silt deposits shoal on the west, sharing the channel with boats trying to enter or exit the 75yard wide channel. There were 2-3 dozen commercial crab pots strung in a line that due to, tide, River current and the wake of a tug towing barge were scattered in the limited channel field. Felt like a running back trying to weave through the backfield looking for open space and finding yet another defender in my path. At least football limits the number of players to 11 and there is no long tailed rope snaking about.