We started this trip similar to, but worse, than how we ended the last trip. There we were, in Schwartz Bay as the ferry blasted the horn, SMOKE coming off the motor and the bottom of the boat taking on water. Cut the engine and panic. Wave over the tug boat. Two men arrive with angel wings and halos. One of them jumps aboard to fix our boat while the other pulls us out of dangers way. We are saved! A hose is re-affixed, bilge pump gets the water out and we are on our way again. We shakily make our way to Sidney spit. The boys are over it in 5 minutes and ready to play! We send them ashore where they dig a very handsome grave. 🙄
We decide they should go kayaking while the water is calm. They go very far away. Mommy worries.
Matthew is in a foul mood and refusing to paddle. Mommy wonders if it worth bringing him in... Only for a minute though then Clive brings him in.
So now we'll try fishing. Matthew in a bad mood with a very long stick and a sharp hook😒
After a very windy night of sqeaking and smashing we woke to dead calm and a very low tide. Some boats were grounded. For a change it wasn't us.
We played some more. Met some more boys on the Mercator sailboat. This is David being cargo.
This is Clive ditching his cargo.
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