Coming down the Potomac, the debris from the floods was incredible. Lines of logs and junk went on for miles. It wasn't a case of dodging the logs, it was which ones were small enough to run over.

Crab pots were all over the place and we couldn't tell them from the debris. We only picked up one, and our line cutters did their job. When we arrived at Olverson's Marina, I dove September Song, pulled off the line still on the shaft from the crab pot, and removed all the debris from the stabilizers. What a mess the floods made in the rivers.

Cassie and her new little buddy.

Bill and Ana have a little dachshund. Bill casts out a wooden lure, the dog swims out and grabs it, and Bill reels her in. Too funny! It's little legs go one hundred miles an hour to stay afloat.