Boating | Navionics

Finn cut the wheel to port. Hard. The engine roared as he throttled down, not up. Restless slid sideways, her wake slapping against nothing visible. The depth held at 9.8 feet. Then 12. Then 15.

Then, the water changed. The color turned from murky green to a paler, nervous jade. The depth sounder on the Navionics display flicked from 22 feet to 14. Then 11. navionics boating

He released the bass, watched it vanish into the green. Then he wiped salt spray off the screen and set a course for home. The fog was burning off now, but he didn't turn off the tablet. Navionics wasn’t a crutch, he realized. It was a conversation. Finn cut the wheel to port