Today was a great day of sailing with Don in his 16' trimaran named Inkling. We spent several hours cruising Medway Harbour, and travelling north to the mouth of the Medway River, where it got too shallow to proceed any farther. And as time passed, Joel became frightened of hitting submerged rocks as the tide started to recede. So we headed in for Don’s dock house (pictured below at high tide).
Unfortunately, the water depth in Don’s inlet is reduced at low tide to a point where it became impossible fro us to return to the dock house. Instead, we were forced to come ashore several hundred yards away, along the grassy shoreline. However, between our landing point and the hard-packed shore was twenty-feet of knee-deep, yucky mud, which we had to traverse.
Wearing his shoes and pants, Don plunged off the boat into the muck and slowly trekked his way to shore. It is questionable whether these clothes could ever be cleaned of the would ever be cleaned and worn again. I, on the other hand, placed his shoes around his neck and clambered ashore barefoot wearing only short-pants. A pressure washer was required to later clean his legs and feet (pictured below).
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