We hastily get packed up, run the five miles down White lake to the big water and at eight o'clock we pull down the goggles, throw the scarf around our necks, put the hammer down and watch this baby start to roll. Six point eight miles per hour with a slight east wind. Eat your heart out NASCAR fans!
The easy run would be New Haven, around seventy miles but the weather was right and we were not sure how long it would hold so we asked out friends on "Selah" to run ahead ( there are some good things relating to trawlers) and arrange a tie up for the night for us in Benton Harbor. They kicked it up a notch and got in an hour before dark. They arranged a dock for us and had steaks hot as we fumbled our way in in the quickly fading light. We were very fortunate to meet Jim and Linda Murray. They have made this trip a pleasure for us. They still talk funny. Sometimes you just have to adjust EH!
Benton harbor looks really interesting. We should get back here someday.
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