It is early, and Sally, the cook, and I are the only ones up, she at one end of the boat, and I at the other. I am brimming with pleasure here on the aft deck, a semicircle to the lee, facing out to the cove where we are anchored. The morning is foggy and calm, and I am surrounded by the muggy quiet, rolling in the soft swell. I saw a deer the same color as the rocks pick across a little beach. And it is only 7:30!