"I think you scraped some paint off your mast on that one, Captain," were the words radioed to us by the captain of the boat behind us, referring to the first of a set of three fixed bridges we slipped under.
Although we're watching, it is impossible to tell whether we’re going to make it or not until we have actually made it...or not. Yet Wayne expects me to watch and give him a confident thumbs up or down. This was one of the worst so far - it did not look like we could clear it, but we did. Whew! A little paint is a small sacrifice to make.
Radar showed that we were surrounded by thunderstorms today, but we only experienced periodic light showers (excluding the heavy downpour that delayed our departure by half an hour). We were grateful to have missed the storm that left the Waterway littered with leaves and branches.
Inadequate depth was almost not an issue today. Our shallow-water alarm, which we have set to go off at eight feet, didn't go off until the last hour of the day, and even then the water didn’t get terribly shallow. We did get stuck as we were anchoring in Five Fathom Creek, but the rising tide freed us within minutes.
Yes, we certainly felt God's protection today.
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