Well, today after physically dragging Carrie Rose out of a spot I should not have gone into in the first place (the dingy survived with only a minor scuff), then getting mal-de-mer while refueling on a pier exposed to the St. Lawrence river (I should have tied to the other side), then surfing down the river in a strong following wind only to meet a large (are there any other kind) bulk carrier under the International Bridge in the American Narrows (which by the way is full of strong eddies), then dodging several kamikaze tour boats off Alexandria Bay, NY while calling for a slip assignment to someone who had no idea we were coming (the boss did not tell them) and driving into the wrong marina because I got all the instructions wrong . . . but it is a beautiful marina and they will not charge us (2.50 a foot) because we are storing here for the winter and Jerry's visit while the dough was rising for two tasty pizzas and one loaf of bread, not to mention a bottle of wine and Mozart . . . I suppose that is what cruising is all about. I will venture to say that in eleven nautical miles we did more then most boaters do their whole career. Time to go to bed!
P.S. Charlotte also did two loads of laundry.
Another unsuspecting re-fueler
Not a thousand footer, but close
Which came first?
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