Through a series of phone calls that started by dialing the number on the side of a WW2 troup landing craft, I was able to locate an ex- mechant marine trained shipping company at the local bar. Me and my new slightly drunk friend set out to get to Swans Island. Course I thought we were going to go on the transport but little did I know that he had other plans!
It took us a while to figure out the physics / evil kinevel ramp system to get the bike into the skiff, god knows we really were not even considering how to get it back out…
But my merchant marine friend was the real thing and after we strapped the bike down and got the tow boat, he pulled out a computer and gps system and we headed out into the fog. We acually did the 40 min ferry trip in about 20 mins. I wish I could have got a picture riding the bike, all I had was my phone. Numerous times it crossed my mind that I might witness the skiff flipping over and the bike sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I really was a peace with it, my only regret would have been not having a video camera!
All’s well that ends well. I made it to the cabin and got to see the family.
