Early morning…a barge passes across the waters of Lake Huron in front of CedarCliffe.  Slowly and precisely the tug pushes the flat boat with its precious cargo across the glass of Lake Huron.  The deep drone of its diesel engine bounces across the silent waters and I feel the power as she moves echoing her mission.  As I watch: twice…three times…4 times the little tug must back up…repositioning her bearings for she is moving dangerously close into shore.  Finally… propelling around to the other side … the captain decides to return to the harbor to try the journey another day.  The following morning…he returns… succeeding in their mission to save a neighbor’s precious cottage on the bluff of the waters edge.