How I prepared for the VP debate

I went out to my boat and hung a new mainsail on it. Then I sat in the cockpit and watched the sun set over the marina. Much more pleasant than listening to the talking heads on the boob tube.
   

Boarding a boat

A yacht anchored off Pitcairn island is caught in a storm. It needs to be moved to a safer anchorage on the other side of the island, but nobody is on board, so the captain and first mate set off in a zodiac and attempt to board her in extremely rough seas.
 

Progress report on my new pastime as a yachtsman

Well, I'm not doing quite as bad as the fellows pictured above, but it's not from lack of trying on my part. I've had a busted starter rope on my outboard which, since we were between a sandbar and a shallows at the time, caused me and my crew to teach ourselves tacking under interesting conditions. On that occasion we sailed into the Gulf and managed to jury rig the starter rope so we didn't have to row into the marina.

I've also ran aground on a different sandbar and busted my tiller in the process. I had to get out and push the thing off the sand. Today the water pump on my outboard failed which caused it to conk out just at the entrance to the channel. The wind was dead and sunset was approaching, so I had to suffer the humiliation of getting a tow. 

It's all good though. I bought the boat to get completely out of my comfort zone and challenge myself as geezerhood approached, and it certainly has done that. Now I wonder how much a new water pump is going to cost me?
 

Rigging

Man overboard

It's been a while since I've posted a mini-camera film. Time for another. In this one some fellows running a sailboat flat out get a bit too much lean and broach. In the process they lose their captain overboard and have to turn around to pick him out of the water.
 

The maiden voyage

Regular readers of this blog will know that recently I've bought a sailboat. The boat was tied up 20+ miles north of where I needed it, so the first voyage was going to be a long one as I moved it to its new home port. 

The move was complicated by the fact that I don't know how to sail and I wasn't sure what surprises the boat had in store for me. Two friends of mine, who were power boaters and had also never sailed, agreed to help me move the boat. They were well familiar with the local waters and decided that figuring out how to run a sailboat was an adventure they couldn't pass up.

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Our first concern was the outboard. My brother (who was the 4th member of the crew for the move) and I had gone up the week before and tested it out. As you might notice in the picture above, the cover is off of it. That's because the choke's linkage was broken and so we had to operate it by hand. Aside from that the outboard seemed to work fine. 

Still, in the worse case scenario we wouldn't be able to figure out the sails and would have to motor it the whole way south. That was a prospect we didn't look forward to, nor were we that confident in the motor. We lined up another friend with a boat who was standing by to tow us if worse came to worse.

Readers who are familiar with the fact that I am a self-declared, high and mighty functionary in the Green movement, may be tisk-tisking over the smoke billowing out of my trusty motor. All I have to say is -- yea, yea, yea, how 'bout you put a cork in your hypocrisy charges. I'm a muckity-muck among the Greens, and so naturally I operate under a different set of rules than you peons do. 

Besides, I may need to harass a Japanese whaler if one is cheeky enough to enter the Gulf to harvest whale blubber. What's gagging on exhaust fumes compared to the slaughter of our brethren from the deep?

With the motor started, we cast off, that's me on the bow by the way, backed away from the slip and headed up the channel to the Gulf. 

I'm reasonably certain that the other boat owners were glad to see us finally gone. Surely they were embarrassed by the constant comparisons of their scows to my luxury yacht. Well, either that or, having watched us in operation, they breathed a sigh of relief that we didn't immediately sink our craft in the middle of the channel and block it.

To get out of the intercoastal waterway we has to request the bridge tender raise the bridge at Saint John's Pass. For our purposes it was a perfect day for the move, with light winds, a calm sea and moderate temperatures. Being on the boat sure beat the traffic jam we had stuck those poor motorists in.

Once clear of the channel and in the open waters of the Gulf we, after much fumbling around, raised the sails. Experienced sailors are probably laughing at the trim of our jib in the picture above, but after some experimenting we were delighted that we managed to get our boat headed in the direction we wanted.

The short video above gives a taste of us under sail. Very relaxing, with the outboard off all you hear is the sound of water on the hull, the wind in the rigging and the rustling of the canvas. Although, you can't be in a hurry getting anywhere on a sailboat. The best speed we made was little over 6 knots, and for most of the trip we were moving at an even more leisurely pace. 

The entire trip took us 10 hours. We reached our new home port just before sunset and tied the boat up in its new slip. Altogether it was a most enjoyable journey. 
   

What I've been up to

It's a long story, and one that perhaps doesn't reflect well on my judgement, but I got it into my head that I wanted to buy a sailboat so I've been looking for one to buy. Today I bought one and I am now the proud owner of a 22' Catalina. 

The major problem I now face is that, if you want to get technical about it, I don't actually know how to sail. So, my next hurdle will be figuring out how to get from point A to point B without sinking or running aground. However, I'm looking forward to figuring that process out.