The fog finally began to clear when we were offshore, but the day stayed so gray that it was hard to tell the water from the sky (Serendipity is the top photo; Optimystique is the third). But it was smooth and of course good to be moving again.
We encountered a nemesis from an earlier trip, a tiny, innocent-looking crab pot. When we traveled the first time, we snagged a crab pot that resulted in pulling the engine in Marathon and taking it back to TN in a rented truck (because that's where Russ Jones was and he's the diesel genius who rebuilt it for us). This time we snagged the little sucker with the dinghy and it pulled the bridle loose in front, resulting in a dinghy totally full of water (and partially deflated). The captain pulled the dinghy alongside, and got in fully clothed to bail it with a bucket. It would've made a great picture, but the photographer feared being bludgeoned to death with the remaining oar (its mate abandoned ship when a passing yacht who hadn't completed Slow, Courteous Pass Training went by). The Captain used some new nautical terms, but he eventually rigged a new bridle and we towed his little bathtub behind us again.
Tell Dad to stop falling asleep in his hammock at the helm and maybe he can stop hitting crab pots.
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ReplyDeleteJay will have to share with us his new nautical terms next time we are all at Granny's ;o) Ps. I am so glad the blog is back up and running!
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