Be driving up to Youngs Landing next year then?
Sounds like a great adventure to me. At least you bilge pump worked. When Martin and I were there we saw a storm coming and wondered why all the wussy Americans were high tailing it back to their camps. A couple of hours later, with a half sunk camp boat of Franks which we'd be holding off the rocks on an Island with dead tree limbs. I was fumbling round underwater trying to work out what was up with the bilge, while Martin was bailing manfully. I eventually got the pump running again and we carried on fishing. Don't know what all the fuss was about.
