Ron slept in a tent on the beach while I spent a miserable night on the Aurors. I kept worrying about slipping anchor - then when I work up with a start and saw I HAD slipped and bumped up against Chuck's boat, I freaked out. This was about 1:45am, and it was dead quiet. I could even hear snoring from shore. I fired up the outboard and got way from Chuck's boat and repositioned my anchor. This is how it looked the next morning.