The fog rolled in shortly after I left the north end of Cayo last week. I looked down at my compass to get a bearing. The compass was not working. Then I pulled out my handheld GPS and studied the last landmarks as the fog proceeded to get thicker. The GPS worked fine but not having a working compass made me uneasy. Today the new compass was installed. The old compass is from 1981 the same year my boat was built. I have a lot of fond memories with this compass. It has lead me to many places I have dreamed about. It never led me astray. ( Although I have been astray a few times, it wasn’t the compass’ fault.) I look forward to where this new compass will lead me.