|Oh my Dog, Mama!!! Not again!|
It was decided that this time we'd leave much earlier than we did during the last fiasco as it seems the wind is much calmer during the early morning hours. That was the idea anyway. In the absence of a rabbit's foot, I crossed my fingers, made the sign of the cross (I'm not religious so I may have done it backwards), rubbed the scalp of a red head (Wilbur), and arrived on time equipped with my life jacket, coffee, and trusty boat hook. I then noted with dismay that the wind was blowing quite briskly and thought (actually hoped) that surely this trip would be cancelled.
It wasn't. And I tried to take solace in the fact that the crew didn't seem one bit worried.
This time in addition to the same crew as before, we had another live-aboard assisting us with his dinghy, and before I could change my mind we'd cast aside our lines and eased out of the slip. Once we were clear of the pilings and with the wind pushing our bow right back into them, our helper was there with his dinghy. It was like watching a dolphin nudge us along as he bumped into us keeping us on track until we were out of the marina and into the bay.
From then on it was smooth sailing (without sails) as we chugged along with the whaler lashed onto the port side. We slid into the boat yard's marina slick as snot, loaded the new engine via chains and a forklift, shouted bon voyage, and we were on our way once again.
I didn't even have time to worry about how we were going to get back into our slip again, when just like that, we were there.
Wow, no drama! So, how the hell am I supposed to get an interesting post out of that?
|I decided to celebrate returning home in one piece with a Wendy's Frosty, and Wilbur (my lucky red head) was only too happy to help.|