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Martini Alley, as she once was. May we always remember her this way.

                                            Final Voyage

                                            The not-so-sea-loving adventure
                                            of Stephen and Diane Klutz

          By Diane Klutz                    the forward head wasn’t functioning.        the helm and, to our horror, threw the
                                            However, we still had the aft head, so      throttle wide open - backwards, toward
In the end, no one was seriously hurt,      the guys worked on the problems and we      the buoy. With no time for correction,
   the Coast Guard was wonderful, and       shoved off.                                 Martini Alley lurched to a grinding stop.
   there was no divorce.                                                                An ear-splitting sound came from deep
                                            Thirty minutes out, the newly rebuilt port  in the hull.
Now, to the beginning.                      engine began to sputter. The wind speed
                                            was starting to pick up, and the water      Gazing down at the green buoy bounding
The boat was in need of repairs.            was increasingly choppy. Ron insisted we    against the stern, the term “dead in the
Christened Martini Alley, my husband        go on anyway – we had a new generator,      water” came to mind. Stephen jumped
Stephen and I were cruising from Port       a working AC, good batteries and lights.    in to investigate, and the report was
Aransas to Kemah, Texas, where the 40-      All would still be well.                    not good: The buoy chain, anchored by
foot trawler could be serviced. With us                                                 three, 150-pound cement blocks, was
was Ron, one of the workmen, and his        As we quickly approached dusk with no       wrapped around the starboard propeller
wife, Judy. Judy did not like being on a    place to anchor, the phrase “Stupid is as   shaft several times over. We were going
moving boat, but the wind forecast was      stupid does” reverberated in my brain.      nowhere.
calm, and it was only a 20-hour cruise      Standing at the helm with Stephen, we
along the Intracoastal. All would be well.  saw a green buoy appear at the edge of      Propeller wash from passing barges
                                            the channel. We headed toward it, but hit   slammed us against the tethered buoy,
The morning of our departure, we            sand after only a few yards. As Stephen     making walking just about as easy
discovered the wiring within the boat’s     began to reverse the boat, Ron grabbed      as riding a bucking bronco. The boat’s
main power cord severely burned, and
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