The Boat Landing

Aug 10, Wed
Last night we lost a mozzie pole, shattered Bobby's tent pole and nearly took out a rather expensive looking yacht in a 18knot blow.....

After covering 122 miles yesterday, we pulled into the ramschackle marina, The Boat House (Oquawka) under the management of new, portly, owner Kevin from New Hampshire.

We gassed up, rigged the tent on a spider-infested dock, and dropped our mozzie netting before savouring a hot shower in a dilapidated bathroom. There were ominous signs of black cumulous and far-off lightening.

In the marina bar, we wolfed down 5 tacos each while listened intently to Lynne's weather radio. Didn't sound too bad. As Bobby pushed out of the bar door, I saw the wind ruffle his by-now wild and unruly hair. Wind before storm. I leapt up leaving Tenzin at the table.

The SUNBIRD was yawing wildly in the fierce wind. Bobby's tent was folded like a noodle over a railing. I jumped on-board shouting to Bobby to cast me off. "You're good!" (go up one for rest)