Cheryl's Notes:

We left Alpena this morning with dark clouds gathering. We checked the weather and it proved to be more show than substance. It took quite a while to clear Thunder Bay but once we rounded the point, we were able to catch some wind. We have decided that we like this trawler life. We set a course, turn on the autopilot and just sit back and cruise. Tom has finished three books, I am on my fourth, and the captain is usually on the Lido deck getting some sun. We have contemplated using the flare gun for skeet shooting off the stern, but think that the Coast Guard might object. (Plus, we are saving the flare gun for security purposes when we hit Detroit. The marinas there have 24 hour security. ) We have thought about opening a driving range on the foredeck, but John left his clubs at home. Carol is missing a great time. Tom says that this is her kind of sailing.

We arrived in Port Austin, Michigan around 7:00 pm this evening. I am in heaven. The town has both an ice cream parlor and a bakery. We time our departure each morning around the openings of the various shops. Most of these small towns close up shop about 6:00 pm. By the time we get into port, everything is closed. This morning I was waiting at the grocery store when it opened to stock up on more bread and lunchmeat for sandwiches. Luckily, some of the marinas have complimentary bicycles. So I peddle my little bike to the store with our tree hugger mesh bags. I then peddle back with my purchases on my back or, if I am lucky, in a bike basket. I sometimes hum the tune from Wizard of Oz, just for amusement.

Most of our evenings are spent plotting the next days route and wandering around town with the laptop, trying to find wifi hotspots. After a long day in the sun and wind, we are usually in bed early. We are now on Eastern Time and the news is on at 11:00 pm. We have trouble staying awake to watch the weather report. Such is the life of a sailor.

John's Notes:

I'm not sure what day it is. Therefore, I have no idea what the price of a barrel of oil is going for or how much I might have lost in the market today. Actually, I have no idea about any of that since we left Bayfield. Furthermore, Scarlett, I don't give a damn. Well, actually I do, but since no bill collectors have left a voicemail for me, I'm guessing that I'm in the clear for at least another month or so.

Tom's Notes:

I have nothing to add.

Jack and Teddy's Notes:

Which deck has Bingo?