"LET'S GO LOOK AT THE SEALS!" She said...

When we arrived, Jetlag was perched precariously on peapod rocks held upright by one of her shafts which was wedged in a cleft in the rock. We went to a nearby beach and gathered timbers and logs and shored her up until the tide returned. As she refloated we pulled her off the strand and towed her to the boatyard for repairs.