"You'd think she was Poseidon's butt plug!"...

             When it comes to anchorages you try for the good, but sometimes have to settle for the bad.  Right now we're sitting in not the prettiest water ever.  It's brown, mucky, and I wouldn't willingly dive in.  It's also small so on a couple occasions we've had to re-anchor to avoid swinging into another boat. 

              We've been watching the weather more religiously than normal on account of possible Tropical Storm Debbie. Currently being the only boat on the hook, we decided safest bet is to plop ourselves smack dab in the middle.  That way there's plenty of swing room between us, and the docks, on all sides. 

              The only anchor down at the time was our 35lb CQR.  I have always been able to pull it up myself, but this time she was stuck in the muck good.  It was the Minnesota equivalent of having your car stuck in a snow drift.  We both pulled like it was the Olympics of Tug-O-War.  When that didn't work we used the heft of the boat motoring hard forward, and than in reverse.  Finally we shimmied her free.  Her and 25lbs of muck that ended up all over the deck and us!  The smell was so bad I tuned to my guy and said, "You'd think she was Poseidon's butt plug!"

               Two days, twenty showers, and a couple good deck swabbing later the smell is gone, and I'm hoping we can ride out the storm without having to re-anchor again.  If we do I might first invest in a full body rubber suit. Till than my apologies to Texas, but I hope Debbie swings your way