After returning from St. Pete, we visited with Neil, Sheila and Rio (Silver Queen), who had arrived at Brunswick Landing while we were gone. Once we'd stocked up on groceries and Joe had made innumerable trips to Boater's World (big bankruptcy sales!), we took off, finally feeling like our cruise was starting. We immediately went offshore - sounded like a good idea at the time. I was not having fun - swells were probably four to six feet - nothing scary, but not especially comfortable. We came back inside earlier than Joe had planned. I'm sure it had nothing to do with me turning that greenish shade. The next day we spent a much better day offshore. The only problem was the port engine. Since we got the boat, the port engine has run a bit hotter than the starboard. Joe had come up with different rationales for why that might be normal. While we were in Green Cove, we had engine maintenance done by Bo who said it probably had to do with the heat exchanger. Evidently they are sent from their manufacturer coated with something. Sometimes the "something" isn't completely cleaned off and will gunk up things so the engine isn't cooled properly. At least that's the way I understand it. At any rate, Bo thought it might take care of itself. Bottom line is, it didn't take care of itself but kept getting worse. So we finally stopped at a marina in Hilton Head. Thanks to Jim McQuade (Lone Wolf), who lives there, we found a great mechanic (Marine Tech) who took the part to his shop on Friday and re-installed it Saturday morning - no premium on the labor for weekends! We were on our way again before noon. There is a section of the ICW in Myrtle Beach called the Rockpile. As the name suggests, there are rocks on both sides of the narrow channel. We were cruising along at our usual stately pace of about 71/2 knots and a sport fisher hailed us. Joe answered and asked them to switch radio channels, which is customary, to discuss a safe pass. The sport fisher, "My Lady," didn't respond and, after waving at Joe to get out of his way, proceeded to try to pass making the biggest wake he was capable of - actually using the wake to push us aside. Through Joe's quick boat handling, we avoided disaster but not by much. There was no response to Joe's irritated radio transmission, or the one we heard shortly after from a marina up ahead that he also waked. Through various internet contacts, Joe was able to find out that the boat was being driven by a transport captain. He also learned that he ended up in a marina with a blown engine! There is justice in the world.
Sometimes it can get a bit boring. But then something will happen. Like a group of dolphins swimming along beside the boat. This is not a great picture - but I have a whole bunch that only show the water where the dolphins had been!