After years of dodging crab pots in the Bay, we finally hit one. This was our welcome to the Delaware River. We were cruising along at 6 kts when all of a sudden we stopped dead in the water. Although we knew instantly what had happened, we were in denial until P put on his (brand new) wet suit, mask and snorkel and dove under the boat - with a knife tied around his wrist - and slashed the the ropes wrapped around our prop, dropping the crab pot down 37 feet. P had to work fast as a barge was pressing down the channel. It was very exciting, but I think it just got P's adrenalin going because ten minutes later, he donned a lifejacket and jumped in for another swim. My only question: were there crabs in that pot?
Last night, we anchored out in a maze of marshes - thank heavens for GPS breadcrumbs or we would still be wandering around looking for an exit. We had a small, quick storm but then the stars came out and once again we marvelled at the solitude and comfort of the water and sky. What a powerful gift.
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