After a two weeks of working to get the boat ready, and a little bit of procrastinating, the journey began. Friends from Bay City, Terry and Deb, asked if I would like some company for the first part of the trip, and I actually did need to be asked twice, because I wasn’t sure if I had heard right the first time.We pulled away from Bay Harbor Marina at 2:30 pm Monday afternoon, with a dying breeze and clear skies.
Our progress was good and we had determined that we would keep going as long as we all felt comfortable.
When you’re having fun, there is sometimes no knowing when to quit, and so 27 hours later we passed under the Bluewater Bridge, marking arrival in Port Huron. You have to know that the end of a great sail is celebrated by a cold beer and a bite to eat at the most interesting local pub, and then in this case a good night’s sleep.
