Scratch that.

Disaster.

Yesterday, we trawled at Jekyll Creek (the stretch of water east of Jekyll Island). It is  very shallow for most of the water and thus very tricky.  At one point I was in water that was less than 2 feet and almost to the center of the channel.  This is why I do my research on rising tides, close to the high tide mark. At least, for now. Other than a few dicey moments where the motor began kicking up mud, things went smoothly.

We stopped for gas and a coffee (high tide was at 7:24 AM meant I was up at 4:15 AM) on the way home, and hopped back on I-95. We get no more than 4 miles down the road when Matt pulls over (to his credit he did so promptly without jerking the boat around). We had a flat on the trailer – a complete blow out of the tire.  Kudos to him for handling it so well.

The lug nuts were too corroded for us to get off ourselves, and our spare was entirely flat, and we had no compressor (I will fix that).  SeaTow to the rescue! With so many electrical problems and ‘dead-in-the-water’ moments I decided to get the “AAA” for boats which included roadside assistance.  They came, replaced our tire, (even the impact wrench the SeaTow guy had struggled with the lug nuts). The service man informed me “Your axle is about to snap in half. You should not be driving this any where but to a shop.”  He couldn’t even use it to jack the trailer up.

Well, I’d known it was bad but not that bad. Maybe I was hoping it would just make it through the season.  For about 5 minutes I mulled between “Only four more days of sampling in this round! You know it may take a week to get it fixed,” versus “Crash. Mayhem. Boat ruined. No more sampling. Or worse.” I can’t believe that was even a debate for even a hot second.  I took it in, and a good thing I did – the springs were broken, too.

So, once more I’m a stranded land lubber.

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