Up the Krka River

A couple of days ago we weighed anchor in Primosten and sailed off towards Sibenik, which is only 10 miles  away.  We left in the company of Skedaddle Again (Australian) and Lazy Bones (American);  I have taken to calling the three of us "The Colonial Fleet".  It is beautiful sailing around here because there are islands everywhere and seldom lacking a breeze to sail in some direction.

Lighthouse near Primosten

Primosten

Sibenik is one of Croatia's major cities and lies by a large harbor that is at the end of the Krka River.  Up river is the town of Skradin and a national park featuring cascading waterfalls and canyons through which the river runs.

The first night, the Colonial Fleet anchored in a cove near the 15th century fort that guards the harbor entrance.  The cove was pretty tight, so we dropped anchor and tied to shore.  Maggie and I had a lovely swim, to the amazement of the rest of the fleet.  The folks from Sydney and California prefer their water much warmer than we do.  Later that night we had a soiree aboard Skedaddle Again, which left most of us feeling a little green the next morning.

Grogginess aside, the fleet weighed anchor and headed up river.  The Aussies dropped off at Zaton while the Yanks and us went all the way to Skradin.  The ten mile trip was well worth it: the location rates a full five-out-five star rating from Maggie.  A gorgeous old Roman town nestled in a river valley with a hilltop fort, cute streets for strolling, swans to feed, and a secure, free anchorage nearby all make Skradin a must-see destination  for cruisers.

Fog on the Krka

Marina in Skradin

Hilltop Fort, Skradin

Look at those bumpy hills!

I hope that huge bird doesn't crap on the boat!

Local wateringhole,  Skradin

We will be here for a week or so while we wait for Anne, our crossing-the-Atlantic friend, to join us for a visit.  Convenient buses will take us to Sibenik where I can get some of the stuff I need to keep me busy with some boat projects.  High winds are expected over the next few days in the Jugo-then-Bura pattern, but we feel secure with the anchor sunk in the muddy holding and the swans to keep an eye on us.

Dancing with the stars.

Our neighbors.

Branko