...chug we did... We could see the other side of the bay and P.B. had his binocualrs out trying to get a fix on where we were... Ain't no bouys out there to speak of as we were crossing a shipping channel... Fortunately the only bigass boat crossed behind us by at least a a half a mile as we crossed it... At one point, P.B. mad his way out to the bow for a clearer look than thru the glare and dirt of the windsield during which time I was planning what I'd have to do if he went overboard in the seas... But P.B. made it back with no real news other than just keep trustin' the compass and the "It's been 3 years since I've siled into ____________...

Now folks, 5 miles on a clear day makes the shore look like yer almost there but with one engine running and the sun strating on its way down, ol' hillbilly was workin the Wes Ginny Slide Rule purdy hard as we limped along toward who-know-where???

It took a good hour before we close enough to what P.B. thought was our destination for the binoculars to do any good and then he says, "Hey, that's not ___________... I 'm not sure what it is but it's not ____________...

"Do you see boats in there, Brother???"

"Yeah, but it's not __________..."

"Well, Brother, that's where we goin' no matter... I don't care if the police station"...

I think we were in agreement that on that matter...

So chug we did toward an unknown harbor...

We were about 1/2 mile out when Brother again said, "No this ain't ____________..." but by now there was no other choice so....