Thirty miles into our trip, we heard a sailboat calling for assistance. It was out of fuel. Once we got to its location, we pulled up to assist, but a local fisherman (with nothing better to do according to the Harbor Beach harbormaster) came to tow them in. This was one of the boats returning from the Port Huron to Mackinac race. Glad we didn't have to stop----we probably would not have made it to Port Huron.
Once we arrived at the entrance to the St. Clair River, we waited for a 1000 foot long freighter (a laker) to exit the river.
We had a reservation on the wall of the Port Huron Yacht Club, so we called when we were five minutes out. Joe, the harbor master, told us to pull up behind the trawler, but there were three large sailboats there, leaving us barely enough space to tie up behind all of them. We thought this wall was free, but learned only five local yacht clubs have reciprocity. We took a short walk into town, but there was not much there.
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