The heat was oppressive as we left Hardin, KY., cruising towards our rendezvous with Barbie and Volney Gay, Denny’s sister and brother-in-law. We set the autopilot for a course onto Kentucky Lake, south towards Pebble Isle Marina and perspired until dinner.
Attention was diverted somewhere and we ran aground before entering the Marina. I guess that Navionics, our GPS software program, is not always perfect. It seems that sometimes you need to watch the channel markers too. Denny is getting more used to this embarrassment and carefully and gradually rocked us off the offending ledge.
I thought that the neighboring sailboat was being gracious and waiting for us to get out of trouble before following us in but we found out later that it was also aground. The sailboat neglected to make the proper hand signal or call us on the radio so we had no idea about their distress. I just waved a greeting and once we were afloat again, went blissfully on by.
The sailboat was rescued by the marina staff and that is why they were unavailable to help us tie up; But again, other Looper boats came to our rescue.
I am not sure how excited Barbie and Volney were to be making this 150 mile round car ride from Nashville, just to see us, but I was thrilled to see them walking down the dock. Dinner was catfish and hush puppies and it was good but not as good as the conversation. There is never enough time.
Bill, the marina owner, who wants to be known as the “Cinnamon Bun Man,” delivered fresh cinnamon buns to Dream Seeker in the morning, put 600 gallons of diesel fuel in the tanks and pumped out the heads. He is the epitome of what I think of as good old boy, he has an impressive Tennessee drawl and a bit of a belly.