Strange day. It’s one of those days where things don’t seem to go right. But it’s just pesky stuff. We were hoping to go to the caves across the channel and do some shell and sea bean hunting but the winds whipped up last night and it was quite choppy in the cut. By low tide it was still choppy – not the white caps of this morning but enough that none of us wanted to venture over there.
We went over to the Ocean Club for Internet to see if we’d had any good news from home. No luck. That means we need to start heading back north. We had burgers and Wayne checked out some of the boat yards that we’d gotten responses back from, then car rental places. We’ll narrow it down once we have better Internet connection and are closer to the states. Nancy (Solitaire) opened the convenience store so we could get supplies. I got some eggs and a few other items. Then Jim (Madcap) gave me a lift back to the boat & I left Wayne to do research on the Internet. While I was on the boat, Solitaire came by with the torque wrench that we’d lent to Lapiduz. I hope they were able to finish hooking the engine up and have it running again.
Beth and Jim took me back over to shore again on their trip back for water and blogging. I’m so glad we got the chance to meet each other and get to know one another. They’re a great couple that I hope we get to meet up with again. They also have great taste in their boat LOL! It was great to meet up and get to know fellow B-36r’s! This was a Bayfield trip to be sure. It’s to bad we didn’t get to meet Liberties’ the Burgundy trim B-36 that was across the anchorage here at Little Farmers.
We finished up the computer searches, paid up for the connection, lunch and mooring fees for 5 days (we didn’t pay for the night the mooring line broke). Said our goodbyes to Terry & Ernestine and he gave us another ball to attach to the mooring when we unhook in the morning. Then we walked back to the dinghy to return to the boat. It started and took us 50 ft out then conked out. We started rowing and another dinghy came out to rescue us with a tow as did Madcap. Back at the boat, we said a fond farewell to Beth and Jim (God I hate Goodbyes) and I started sorting through the shells and sand dollars to stash away safely so they won’t break. This is our furthest point south this year. We were heading from here to George Town then Long Island. One more time that Long Island will have to wait until next time…
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