Lazy Port Huron

Ron continues to ice down his ankle and I wonder if we might have to visit an urgent care facility sometime soon. He's decided that if he has a fracture, it will heal on it's own....men..uugh!
We take the bikes a short distance to what I thought was a deli, but, tuns out to be a glorified liquor store with a few pricey groceries. We get a few things and head back. Naps are on the agenda for today until brother #3 comes to visit. Sure enough just after 6, we get to visit with John and Sara and the kids. Wow, they are growing like weeds...especially Andrew, who must have gained 12 inches since Christmas! Sara shares some of her previous two summer finds of beach glass and I hope that Sig or I can make something nice for her and Jackie.

A slow start to Thursday changes to a frantic race to get the lines disconnected as the bridge goes up. If we miss it we'll have to wait another half hour...which truly shouldn't matter to two semi-retired persons like us...but, whatever? My brain flashes back to 2010 when we were doing the same thing and got caught off guard...except, that time after I disconnected all the lines and got my camera for a last photo...I saw our bikes in the camera lens still chained to the lampost...it was rather hillarious. We looked like we were doing a chinese firedrill getting back to the dock without tying up and me jumping to shore for the bikes while Ron held the boat in place. I've since slowed down too much to try something like that again.
The bluewater bridge comes into view right away once out of the Black River and another memory comes to me (sorry for all the old stories)

...My first Mackinaw Race (and last)....I was warned about the strong currents under the Bluewater Bridge heading out to the starting line of the race. I was not however prepared to listen to the motor struggling while the waters rushed past the sides of the boat and we were not going anywhere...it felt like we were travelling backwards. It's an experience all sailors should have and the only time I was close to being seasick on Jump.

Lake Huron looks huge at this point and I settled in for a bit of book reading secure that Ron is diligently  at the helm.  I lazily look up and to my horror I see someone texting and driving! Where's law enforcement when you need it :)? Actually, he was checking our heading. Off to Port Sanilac.