At one point, we were passing an island called Upper Twin Sisters Island. It made us think of our twin granddaughters. As we were passing this island, however, we noticed a bad fish smell. It kept getting stronger and stronger. Then we saw hundreds of dead fish floating in the water. We have no idea why they died, but it sure was nasty.
We were about ten miles away from our chosen destination for the day when we lost our port propulsion. The engine is fine, but it won't go into gear. John investigated in the engine room and believes that the problem is a pressure plate between the engine and the transmission. We called Hamm's Holiday Harbor Marina and informed them that we would be arriving on one engine. Without having the assistance of the port engine, steering in the skinny channel into the marina was all but impossible. We became grounded and the owner of the marina came out in his work boat and pushed us into deeper water. We have found a mechanic who is coming down tomorrow morning to work on it. We are hoping that it is easy and cheap to fix. Now don't laugh too hard. We know that nothing is easy and cheap on a boat, but you can't blame a girl for hoping.
The people here are nice though. We have been offered the use of a car, if we need it. We visited with the Friday night crowd for awhile and feel very welcomed by them all.
This morning's sunrise.
The barge waiting outside of the lock as we emerged.
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