The rest of us had some difficulties. Bob was the first to run aground. After taking this picture, I asked him if he was OK (he said Yes) and I climbed up into the shrouds to watch for shallows. I called out "Deep . . deep . . .deep . . SAND! SAND! SAND!" and Jon steered off to port, bypassing the sand mount.

The rest of the boats puttered around like waterbugs, variously aground and free, and then everyone was on their way.