W/ rows. She even rows me around. Most will likely remember us here because she rows us in. Before anyone gets their hackles up there is a reason for it. Well, two reasons. First; we haven’t made it to the Bahamas yet to get the engine for our other dinghy; Second, I just too darn big to be in the bow of the dinghy rowing and we would end up swamped. Neither she or I wish to turn our small car into a submarine.
Here she’s going in to Yoga. Yeah it’s a tough life cruising. But hey! If we weren’t part of this community the harbor would be empty and it would all look like a desert. Now; we don’t want that do we.