We made it safe and sound to the Wayondotte Yacht Club after some minor complications. Motoring the whole way, we averaged about 7 knots (about 8 mph)) . . . great time, but we had old charts so we went to the Wayandotte Yacht Club circa 1990 and not the Wyandotte Yacht Club cicra 2008 . . . the new one is about a mile upriver from the old. This cost us two extra miles and about half an hour. Luckily, I had bought my dad a new chart for Father’s Day (among other boat supplies), and so upon consulting that the true location was revealed. don’t ask me why We weren’t using the new chart in the first place.

We cooked linguine with tomato sauce for dinner, this is the fifth day I’ve had pasta in a row. It started at the Hook and Horn on Wednesday, then there were left overs as a side with the hot dog main course on Thursday. My Mom had made homemade sauce for Friday dinner when I returned to Grosse Pointe, and then of course at Grandma and Grandpa Cera’s mostacolli and Grandma’s sauce was in order. Today, pasta was the meal of choice because we had calm water in the marina (rolling seas do not mix with scalding hot water, I’ll make a viscous cheesy bean dip under those conditions). I’m going to give myself diabetes.

The Wyandotte Yacht Club is not especially fancy despite it’s upscale sounding name (although surprisingly, they have wifi). We are the only sailboat here; this part of the river is not a prime sailing location because it’s too far to get to either Lake St. Claire or Lake Erie unless you are on some sort of multi-day adventure like us. They do have a bar though, and we had a nice chat with Donna the barkeep over regular priced $2.25 beers. I tipped her at California beer prices because we were the only people there, a slow night because of the intermittent rains. I’m reminded that it only rains here for about 10 minutes at a time . . . not the "it’s going to rain all day" standard of Sacramento winters.

As we scrambled to get all the supplies ready today, I also realized how my father and I are different, a difference that’s become accentuated over time, I was the one who suggested making a list of things we needed the night before, and I’m the one who was stressed as our departure dragged all the way to 3:45. My Dad is more of a last minute, go with the flow. make it work type person. I think I used to be that way based on his model, but Cynthia’s perfectionism has strongly influenced me, and I’ve seen the light in heavy duty planning and in having the right tools for the job. As we were unloading stuff onto the boat this afternoon, we had to call my brother to bring boat key, and then sent him again to get ice. Cynthia would have been going crazy. I was going only half crazy. I think ten years ago it wouldn’t have bothered me at all. Same with his style of fixing things. . . I’m very much of the "do it right the first time school", he’s in the "just get it done". It bothers me when all of my tools aren’t in their assigned drawers of the tool cart in my garage. Justin showed me how well that system will work. you can always find the tool you need in 5 seconds. When I bought my dad a tool cart of his own for Christmas 2 years ago, he returned it (although I think he felt a bit guilty about it). It looks like a bomb when off in his workshop . . . I’ve spent 10 minutes finding tools already here and I haven’t even really fixed anything.

I did manage to completley destroy my camera . . . I totally dissassembed it to get the lens cleaned (which I suceeded in doing), but in the course of putting it back together, I ripped one of the printed circuit cables for the memory card reader. When I powewred it on, it came up with "lens error" because seems that the lens wasn’t put beack together properly even though everthing seemed to fit. I’m not upset about it . . . I’m surprised I was able to revive it at all, and it was too old for me to pay $100 plus to have it professionally cleaned. It wasn’t usable without some sort of lens cleaning (I’d decided that pictures were defintely going to be fuzzy forever), so this was the only option. Would have been nice to get it back though. I’m using my brothers camera on this cruise, but I don’t have the right cables or reader, so the pictures will have to wait until I get back It will be a long day tomorrow . . . have to go three times as far as we went today to make it to Put-in Bay. Hoping to be there in time to go out to dinner.

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