Deep 6 the grill

Took a leak off the stern. Noticed puffs of smoke from the motor. Chief Inspector Buchanan took a squint. Overfilled oil reservoir was the prognosis.

While I cycled off down Main St of Fort Madison, IA Bobby disassembled the Honda and Tenzin whipped up an omelette.

Robin had Captain Kirk's Landing shuttled Bobby off to find a oil filter replacement. A crisis at the office had be on the cell throughout. Dependable Renee was there to help me sort things out.

We came into Kirk's at 10am and left at about 2pm.....slipping behind schedule:)

"That grill bothers me." The persistant refrain from Bobby. James, Tenzin & I had cherished the notion of grilling on it some place in the deep South. "We'll get 2 extra miles an hour" from Bobby as we dubiously fought off giving it up. We gave it to a tug boat crew in Keokuk IA along with a water-contaminated tank of fuel.

We dropped 34ft in Lock 19 (waited only around 10 minutes....we've been very lucky).