Volume: 3
The impressive current at Yuculta Rapids.
On schedule, I taught the young men how to weigh anchor, not weigh an anchor. After completing that task, no one knew the weight of the anchor, no one lifted it and there were no scales involved. The anchor was heavy but an electric winch did all the work pulling the anchor into its bracket on the bow. Bruce drove, following my instructions.
Osprey bore a hole through the glassy surface at half throttle to Tenedos Bay, towing our dinghy. Normally, we'd find a spot, anchor and continue doing nothing. To our delight, well, some of us, there were two raft-ups of six sailboats each. We idled slowly by, looking at them while they looked at us. There was room between the two rafts for us to slide in and tie to each, creating one long one. They invited us to join in.