Weebles wobble but they don't float free

It's hard to tell from the picture, but this is the entrance to Lake Sylvia with two sailboats stuck on a hump at low tide.

The first boat was stuck there and then the other boat was being towed into the harbor only to get stuck right next to the first boat. We took note of this for when we leave because we have a pretty deep draft for a catamaran (6 feet). The sailboat on the left draws 6.5 feet. Being grounded in full view of a crowded harbor full of boats and houses has to be one of the more embarrassing things for a boat.  Not to mention that there's really nothing to do for a couple of hours other than to sit there, tilted, waiting for the tide to come back up.

This is a picture taken by our friends on Pendragon. This morning, Matt took over some homemade cinnamon rolls that he whipped up (I call them 'frosted bundles of cinnamon happiness') and now Joe keeps calling Matt "Martha Stewart" (yelled at the top of his lungs from his boat to ours in his Boston accent, "Mah-tha Stewaht! Mah-tha Stewaht!). Joe's a fun guy and he would give you his shirt off his back.

We took the dinghy up to the Lauderdale Marine Center to pick up a book we left behind the other day. We probably spent about $10 worth of gas to pick up a $4 book. Our friends from Waterbug were packing up to go home but let us loiter in their air conditioning while Matt went to pick up the transmission and run some errands. He walked back the 3 miles carrying a 30-pound transmission in the oppressive heat and humidity. These things were much simpler with a car...but this way is probably healthier than sitting behind a desk all day, if you can get past the risk of heat stroke.