Before we took off for the camp down in the Lookout Bight, Bill carefully explained to us that it was a tricky navigation, requiring negotiating a dog-leg course well marked by can buoys. We all pretended to pay attention, then took off, racing after Bill, Chuck and Paul in the Mikesboat. Just as we passed them WHAM, we ran aground, outside the channel.

They passed us again, laughing all the way. Sean and I hopped out, pushed off, and . . .