Untied the Barco and everything looked clear so I was underway, solo.
|Looks nice, right?|
|I am wearing a personal floatation device for safety.|
|Uh, oh. Fog!|
|Entering the cloud.|
|Still looks good back at home plate.|
|Sounding the horn every two minutes.|
|Bridge is getting clear, finally.|
|An hour later.|
Slowed the boat to idle and continued North at five knots, doing a prolonged blast on the horn to alert anyone nearby. I did hear some small outboard motors, but never saw them. They heard me, though.
After about fifteen minutes I made a turn to the southwest to enter the Ortega River. I did not see the bridge until I was about a hundred yards away, and the fog completely lifted as I passed under the bridge. A few moments later I was pumping fuel at Lamb's and was lightened in the wallet by about $802 bucks. It was a great ride back.
Barco is now ready with about 400 miles worth of fuel, let's go boating!
See you later...