We tucked Good Trade into the fanciest marina we have been to yet. Although our elated arrival was dashed by the local dock attendant who decided to help keep Good Trade off a wood piling by ramming into the side of us. It would have probably been OK, but the dinghy he was driving had little or no air in it. So upon impact the stainless bow d-ring on the rigid inflatable hit Good Trade and gave us our first dent. A few choice words and scenarios of the attendants ultimate painful sacrifice went through my head, but for some unknown reason I was able to keep it all to myself. I shook his hand and asked if it was customary to drive an inflatable dinghy around with almost no air in it. His response was, “Si' Senor.” What’s a guy to do?

*The picture is of the infinity pool behind Good Trade.

Good Trade