We motored into Plymouth Harbor to seek a mooring for incoming storms tonight. We ran out of gas in the channel, and I threw the anchor while Shaun refueled from one of our gas cans. We found a mooring and got the ok from the harbormaster! It was hot and muggy all day. We spoke to sailboaters on the mooring next to us who were heading to Bourne. The gave us advice on taking the Ipswich river through Gloucester, as well as good mooring spots in Newburyport and wished us luck. Around 1:30p we got in the dinghy and started rowing toward Plymouth Rock. We were set pretty far back in the harbor so just as the rowing started to feel daunting as we were fighting a slight current, two older gentleman offered us a ride and we hitched up to their skiff. They brought us straight to the dinghy dock and wished us luck on our journey! Very friendly and helpful people. We walked along Water st in Plymouth, and I snuck into a yacht club for a shower. We hung out in the grassy shade for an hour before Amy picked us up and brought us to walmart, then took us out for pizza at Papa Gino’s. We made 2 trips each from the car down to the dinghy to load our supplies then took the dogs for a walk with us around the harbor to refill our water cans. We rowed back out to the boat around 6 pm just before the storm and secured the boat. I found luxury in sitting naked with the rain on the deck, Shaun referenced Point Break, a movie I’d never seen so we watched it on my phone before an early night to bed, figuring we may as well get the good sleep when we can!