Today we motor south towards a place that has both good and bad memories for me. If you remember last year our generator had me in irons for over a month. We couldn’t make water and keep our batteries charged, which demoted me to water boy. A title I hope to never have bestowed upon me again. On the other hand I met some great people played hard in the sand and got to play poker twice a week. Not quite a Good Trade. Hoping this time around for better luck.

Good Trade