Saturday. Using new gear, except for the tank, Dick prepares to dive.
Look, a floating rock!
Sunday. It rained buckets all day long. Dick had planned to dive again, he thought he'd be able to dig out the muck and pull the anchor rode from under the mooring. Late in the afternoon, he looked sternward, "Isn't Mokulani closer than ever before? Is it possible ..." He went to the bow and pulled on the anchor rode until he saw where the nylon line was connected to the chain. Precisely the part that was under the mooring. Yay! We are unstuck.