| Well, we did get as far as Watkins Glen in Tragic Magic, but we didn't call since we were soon in deep trouble. The navigator obviously misread the chart, and we did miss the last marker. We should have purchased that GPS unit. |
Tragic Magic at the Falls
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| We did plunge forward, but to our relief, found plenty of water at the bottom. Of course, everything was all over the cabin floor; it was worse than going through the Carquinez Straits at the end of a St. Francis' Stag weekend. We straightened things up and continued on our way until we found ourselves in this lovely pool. But how do we get out of it? |
Tragic Magic in the Pool
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| We finally were able to leave the pool (we're afraid that we can't remember the details) and decided to visit our friends at Sully. They'd issued an open invitation, so here we are deciding on a place to anchor. Life is much calmer in a moat. |
Tragic Magic in the Moat
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