The cable out to the chain that holds the mooring buoy was right on the ground where I left it last fall, so rowing out with it was a breeze (except for algae slime on it).
It was a breeze until I was about 25 feet from the spot where I knew the chain was.
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| Crimson Tide on the mooring last fall |
The cable suddenly didn't want to be pulled up. Stuck tight as a tick. (However tight that is...)
!!!!!!!!Santa Crappo!!!!!!!!!
Peering over the side of the boat, I saw that the cable ran underneath a sunken log of about 10 inches in diameter that must have drifted over the cable during the winter.
But just as I was about to give up, I remembered my 9th grade science class from high school and working at Lakewood Beach in Lakewood NY, where we would move around a 55-gallon drum of concrete under the water as an anchor for a raft.
With another half hour of pulling, I finally got the chain aboard and the mooring ball is secure.
And I almost have gotten all those *%&*&*%^ tiny wire slivers out of my fingers that poked through my gloves.






