That must be Steamboat or Pirate's Cove. I'll get directions, I think, and head toward them. The lights go out as I approach and I realize that I definitely am heading for someone's garage, definitely not a marina. Quickly I turn the boat and head back into the river. I scan the waters around me for traffic and obstructions, set the tiller, and go below to try the radio.
More dogs start barking nearby, and others soon join.
Lights start to come on in the dark houses as I blast one more time. Serves them right for going to bed so early, I think and glance at the time. It seems like six days. A long silence follows. I sigh, reset the tiller and descend into the cabin where I can reach the radio.