Somehow this post didn’t get published in order but here it is. 

Port Arthur was a bust for stopping places, I could have backtracked several miles to windward to the yacht club, but they seem to be closed on weekends, nice. 

Pavel Island is a low marshy bit of low vegetation that stands between me and the wind, it’s doing an awesome job so far. Around the other side of the island people are still celebrating the fourth. Super loud country music, generators, water skiers, the works.