Barb and I went to town with our new friends and had a very delightful but quiet dinner. Quiet and Harrisville are one in the same – we changed nothing, Harrisville is still the same quiet town! The dinner was very good - better that I would have expected. Around 1700 I inquired if there was an ice cream stand close by and was told they would close before we could walk there, so much for Harrisville.
We left port at first light and headed for East Tawas, Michigan. The weather was less than perfect and the waves built to a steady 3-4 foot. As we entered port we went straight to the fuel dock and topped of our tanks with $4.09 per gallon gas. That is the cheapest we have paid so far for fuel. The wind was blowing hard with gusts to 30 mph when we were trying to back away from the tall fixed dock when one of the gas dock attendants slipped and fell between our boat and the dock. A passer by grabbed her by one hand and pulled her to safety after she was able to grab the piling with her free hand. She was a good 6 below the dock surface. While all of this was going on I was trying to keep our boat from crushing her and the Good Samaritan that was hanging on for dear life. The good news is she only got her feet wet and most probably a few bruises– the man that did all the work said he was fine and I was able to get the boat out of her way by a few feet at best. That was close to a major tragedy. With lots of help we got into a slip and an hour later a major line of thunder storms hit with a major blow. There’s a jazz festival within walking distance that we’ll go to if it stops raining. We can hear some of the music from the boat. The weather doesn’t look good for tomorrow and we’ll probably stay in safe harbor for one more day. The next leg of the trip will be a long day, so good to great weather is a must. Barb and I have been banged around enough the last three days. All continues to go well.
Tawas Lighthouse
