Running a ground. I was piloting and reading the map. Trying to see where to go when my father started calling out the depth like a harsh warning signal. I was thinking and I had to say, "I can read the depth yelling out the numbers is not helpful if you want to help look at the chart and see if you can guess where the shoal is lurking." I slowly crawled into the muddy bottom at a reading of 6.8 feet so now I know where the true bottom is cuz our draft is 5.8 the instrument is not calibrated right. Another Mensa puzzler to try and answer. Funny thing our water tank seems fine we filled it again and have been on it for three days.
Yesterday I was crabby so it was a good thing to go to crab claw. My first crabs where you cut them apart. The waitress gave a very good demonstration and I was amazed. Hey crab is a Mensa puzzle too. Yummy but sure takes a long time to crack open and if you are hungry then that is not the best combination.
We dinghyed back to the boat and caught a few weeds. And there was the cute-est sight but two little bug eye shining off the bow. Owen waitied ip for us. He was outside the saloon on deck. Adorable. He live sailing. He has found his favorite spot which is my cubby hole near my bunk. He is there right now sleeping as we sail.
Time to use the head.
God is ahead of me.
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