Oh what foolishness

Our strengths make us weak

No this is not double speak.

It was middle watch and we were under way, motoring up the intercoastal waterway at a persistent nine knots.

The inter coastal waterway is a 4800 Km waterway that runs from Gloucester Massachusetts along the Atlantic Coast of the US to Brownsville Texas on the Gulf of Mexico.

I can’t remember where we were. Florida? Georgia?

Muggy

Wet. With Valkyrie like mosquitoes.

And supermarkets with sweaty cheese.

Skipper Bill was on the helm

Rob was in the chart house looking at our rout through this narrow, foggy canal.

Skipper Bill and Rob were engage in a heated discussion about which navigational markers that were out there in front of us.

Rob, Betty and myself all agreed the light on the marker flashed for four seconds and with the spotlights and binoculars it clearly read “64B”

This was significant as according to our handy-dandy nautical chart, “64B” indicated a sandbar with about 2 feet of water. Two feet of water was not enough to float our boat.

Skipper Bill? Well…