Launching at the public ramp. Henry really likes riding the boat into the water. My stern cleat hitch came loose while I was pulling the boat off the trailer so I tied a bowline on the end and got him to drop it over the cleat. Crisis averted!
A past GPS track out to the sandbar. It’s about 2.5 miles one way.
Out at the beach this striped burrfish washed up on shore in front of our tent. I tried to get Henry to hold him but he was “too spiky.” I put him back in the water and he eventually fluttered off. Apparently they’re pretty poor swimmers.
Tons of boats out there! Later the tender (a full blown Boston Whaler) to this guy squeezed in between me and the RIB.
Back at the ramp I’ve found hitting the fuel cutoff lever just before the fake lighthouse will give you about 30 extra seconds of idling at the dock before the carb runs dry. I came in, snagged a piling with the stern line, and settled in against the dock all in one smooth go. Then I had the trailer in the water and the boat out in less than five minutes. Everything went about as well as I could hope for and I didn’t give the patrons at the restaurant anything to laugh at.