Stuck in the mud.
Years ago a friend flew back to Beaufort NC to help a mutual friend deliver his E29 to, you got it, Beaufort SC. The route was along the intra costal waterway, a passage neither had done before. Stories of shifting sand bars and the Army Corps of Engineers constantly moving buoys had them on high alert. I should mention here that this was in the middle of the hot summer down there with the commensurate number of bugs and maskeeters. So off they went happy as clowns, looking forward to this great adventure and fearing the worst. Sure enough it happened, they went aground and their hearts stopped. It was then that my friend Doug asked the owner how much water his boat drew. I think he answered about 4.5 feet at which point Doug was over the side before his friend could finish the sentence. Doug had a refreshing plunge into the chest-deep water and casually walked over the sand bar to the bow. A gentle shove and they were free. He climbed aboard and from then on, they almost had to come to blows to see who would win the battle go over the side as they hit numerous other sand bars throughout the course of their journey. Enjoy, Glyn Judson, E31 hull #55, Marina del Rey, cA