The plan has always been ‘to not have a plan’. We wanted to be able to move about freely with no agenda and no time restraints. well, now we have a plan. We want to move down south to the Biscayne bay area in Florida, and possibly the keys. It looks like a great place to hang out and it’s still close enough to the Bahamas incase we get antsy to go.
If all goes well, we will have the boat pulled next week and have some things repaired. Once that is done, we should be ready to move south. I am ready for some warmer temperatures and bluer waters.
So after some blood, sweat and a few ‘words’ on the engine, keith finally has it up and running. I think figuring out which parts to order took longer than actually putting it back together. Now it works great and we had the opportunity to take her out for our first sail in almost 3 months. Aside from having to pack everything away to prevent it from flying off shelves, it was a good day. I’ll just tell you now, thats not my favorite thing to do. Its necessary. But we (ok, me) have grown accustomed to having everything sitting out at my disposal, so when I have to pack it away for a few hours only to unpack it the same day, its not my idea of fun. Its just a twerk I have. I’ll get used to it. I’m sure once the boat starts tossing, I’ll be glad I packed everything away. Once I didn’t see a bottle of wine sitting out and yes, it got tossed, spilling red wine all over the place. Thats not a mistake I will make again…..I hope.
So back to our plan of moving in January, it seems that keith and I are at an impasse. I really would like to travel via the intercoastal waterway and he wants to travel via ‘the outside’, meaning skirting the atlantic coast. I feel the intercoastal waterway would be safer for us newbie sailors. I have been told that once you are on the Atlantic coast, you are committed. That means you have to keep going until you get to where you can pull over and stop, which could take a few days. And there aren’t that many spots. Or so I’m told. The nice thing about the intercoastal waterway is there are lots of places to stop. There’s even a book that describes every marker, every marina and every anchorage. I’m not totally against going Keith’s way, and he’s not totally against going my way. We just need to sit down and plot our way and see who wins.
Now back to our sail yesterday. I got out my fishing pole and tackle box and one of my new lures and did a little fishing during our sail. One of the reasons I love my husband so much is that he always has so much confidence in me. He dug out the gaff. He actually had confidence that I was going to catch the big one. Well, I didn’t. I didn’t even catch the little one. I will though. I’m not going to give up. One of these days he will have an opportunity to use the gaff. And just for the record, I prefer live bait to lures.
Another thing happened during our sail yesterday. It was quite trafficy. There is an auto plant near by that ships cars. The ships are huge. They are called ‘roll on, roll off’, we call them ‘ro-ro’s’ for short. It can be intimidating when one of those comes up from behind or in front of you. So its important to know the rules of the road. There seems to be a protocol for all instances. Boats coming from behind, boats coming in front, whether or not you are under sail or under power, and if you should pass port to port or starboard to starboard. Usually the boats will blow their horns to let you know their intentions. One toot means they are passing you on the starboard side. Two toots means they plan on passing you on the port side. Then you toot back the same to let them know its safe or 5 toots to let them know its not safe. So much to remember. As it turned out yesterday, we had one boat passing us, and one coming our way. The one coming our way tooted to let us know which way he needed to go. We got out of the channel and gave him the right a way. He gave us a ‘thank you’ toot as he passed us.
One more thing and I’ll shut up. its very important that you put things in its place when living on a boat. I am a stickler for everything in its place. I don’t particularly like searching for stuff all the time. But there is one person on this boat, and I won’t mention any names, but his initials are KW! There are several times a day that we must stop what we are doing and search for something that he had just 5 minutes ago. Its not a large boat, so how hard can it be? Lets just say he makes it challenging. He can put some things in some odd places. Places that he claims made sense at the time. I don’t think that will ever change. but its ok. I understand his brain is busy thinking of important things. So I don’t complain… that often. I save that for more important things.