Given the route was protected, we didn't have much in the way of excitement. Or challenge.
A boat named Just Jillin' anchored with us last night, and he left really early, before we did. But we both arrived at the marina about the same time. We cut our engines and slowed down to let them get in and docked before us.
|Ah, Florida, your sunk ships amuse us all.|
We hailed him. Yep, stuck, can't move, gonna wait until the tide comes up (it was almost dead low). Russ volunteers us to pull him out.
Now, I'm not against being neighborly and lending a helping hand, but in order to pull him out we need to get close enough to him to get him a rope. And, frankly, it is not an intuitive thing to go towards the boat that's run aground. But I kept an eye on the depth every inch of the way and we spun in the narrow channel, then bumped forward just enough so Russ could toss him a line. He caught it, secured it, and we did the same. Then we slowly backed up and got him out of the shallows.
|Yep, that's a tree. In the laundry room.|
Gives clothes that pine-fresh scent.
So, boring day in but rather interesting in the end.