For some reason it was a restless night. The weather man had changed the forecast enough times to drive a drunken sailor sober. But the 0500 forecast said go. I woke Terri up about 0550 and we listened together and by 0555 we were in high gear making preps to up the anchor and be gone. By 0630 the anchor was up to the water line but there was so much heavy clay mud on it the wash down pump would not clear it. I had to use a boat hook and work like a dog to clean it. This clay would have made great pits for an Elmira Horseshoe Tournament of old. After about 10 minutes of dragging it through the water and poking at it with a boat hook I did manage to clean it. The balance of the trip was rather uneventful other than we allowed ourselves a short 30 minute run at full speed for it is good for the diesel to be worked hard once in a while. We arrived at about 1230 and were met by a friendly staff member who helped us dock. He promised to send the Customs Officer around to see us soon. No problem says I as we are fully prepared and have all of our documentation in order. Just ask Ter - lol. After a short while the officer does come around and does his duty. He didn’t care about anything except how many people were on board and if we were hiding any aliens. Smudge and her papers were not even thought of. The officer and his big side arm was very nice to us.
Mark
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