Thirty something knot winds don't scare us anymore, but as we sat down below eating our soup for lunch as if nothing was amiss cans, boxes, books, etc. sliding all over the place, poor Turlock took a spill.
Upon hearing a loud splash, we peeked outside spotting our red gas can floating away. "Oh, Sh--!" Turlock was on his belly, outboard submerged, floor missing. We struggled wildly trying to turn him over as gusts of winds kept knocking him back over. Finally, Ryan pulled real hard, slicing his hand and Turlock was upright.
Ryan quickly rowed to the gas can, which luckily did not leak, scooped it up and tried to fight his way back against the wind. I felt like I was watching an Olympic event. The dogs and I cheered from the sidelines as Ryan paddled a resistant Turlock home to Prudence. As he crossed the finish line, I tied them off. Sarah kissed him. Dillon went back to his donut position in the shade sorry that today's games were over.
Cost to fix
25% of the original outboard cost
Could've purchased
3 nights in a slip at a high end marina
100 blocks of ice
40 six packs of beer
40 bottles of fancy nail polish (Well, I don't use that anymore anyway.)
Learned
Turlock is a wimp. Ryan is not a wimp, rather he's quite strong for such a slim frame he's been sporting recently. Turlock must be tied off closer to the boat and from two points in high winds. Outboard should always be brought onboard despite the fact that it's 50 pound weight makes it difficult for Ryan to balance in the dinghy atop moving water and lift up and down 4 times a day.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sarah and Dillon
Waiting for the sunset
Sarah loves Mandy, Dillon loves Ryan
Sunset from dog point of view
No, we did not drug him!
Marina stay - our showered look
R's ladies
One big happy family by the seashore
Mandy - Cape Charles sunset
Ryan at helm Cape Charles to York River
Monday, October 5, 2009
Cape Charles, VA
Central Park of Cape Charles - such fond memories. Much smaller than NY's version and sans the Sunday morning coffee, bagel, NYTimes, and people watching.
Observations
Everyone waves from cars going both directions, from golf carts, bicycles, and even wheelchairs.
Cruising advice is plentiful and free while beer and ice are not!
Sarah thinks the cockpit and down below are not connected. If she's downstairs and we start the engine, she frantically yelps and jumps to get outside so she's not left behind.
Pina Coladas on the rocks are just as good when sitting on a sailboat.
Chili oil makes asian dishes just so yum!
Chopsticks have more than one use. Perfect for stirring coffee in the French Press.
When Ryan forcefully jabs his hand to the right while pulling anchor so I'll turn right, he is not yelling at me.
Sarah will not walk on teak grates. She's like a cat walking the perimeter of the boat.
Toilet paper will roll into the toilet if you leave it on the bathroom counter just as a wave broadsides Prudence.
Wine bottles make perfect rolling pins.
When sails balanced, steering is a breeze.
Ryan has taken to calling Mandy "Granny Smith" just because she wants to be catious and not fall in the water when entering and exiting the dinghy. He even says "Come on Granny" in what he calls the Aunt Jemima syrup voice.
Naples, FL condo prices are down A LOT! - tempting
When people are bah humbugs, we simply squeeze into the conversation R's previous job - either they don't understand the jargon or think he's to blame for the poor economy. Either way, it shuts them up. If only Ryan knew he was Ruler of the Economy, yielding such power, he would've kept that job.
Poverty is everywhere once you leave Main Street.
Accident
Don't worry Mandy is ok, but...
One should not dance or rather jiggle their hips pretending to dance as they climb down below. She slipped from the top, cracking her head and back up pretty bad. The lump on her head formed before her butt even hit the floor.
Because of Natasha Richardson, we had to stay up late and monitor the situation. This is hard to do on a boat because the weather was rough, so she felt naseaus. We just don't know from what.
What we do know is she groaned like the grape stomping YouTube lady and surprisingly Ryan was able to hold in his laughter until he was sure she was alive. If you don't know this video, Google it. It's worth a look.
Observations
Everyone waves from cars going both directions, from golf carts, bicycles, and even wheelchairs.
Cruising advice is plentiful and free while beer and ice are not!
Sarah thinks the cockpit and down below are not connected. If she's downstairs and we start the engine, she frantically yelps and jumps to get outside so she's not left behind.
Pina Coladas on the rocks are just as good when sitting on a sailboat.
Chili oil makes asian dishes just so yum!
Chopsticks have more than one use. Perfect for stirring coffee in the French Press.
When Ryan forcefully jabs his hand to the right while pulling anchor so I'll turn right, he is not yelling at me.
Sarah will not walk on teak grates. She's like a cat walking the perimeter of the boat.
Toilet paper will roll into the toilet if you leave it on the bathroom counter just as a wave broadsides Prudence.
Wine bottles make perfect rolling pins.
When sails balanced, steering is a breeze.
Ryan has taken to calling Mandy "Granny Smith" just because she wants to be catious and not fall in the water when entering and exiting the dinghy. He even says "Come on Granny" in what he calls the Aunt Jemima syrup voice.
Naples, FL condo prices are down A LOT! - tempting
When people are bah humbugs, we simply squeeze into the conversation R's previous job - either they don't understand the jargon or think he's to blame for the poor economy. Either way, it shuts them up. If only Ryan knew he was Ruler of the Economy, yielding such power, he would've kept that job.
Poverty is everywhere once you leave Main Street.
Accident
Don't worry Mandy is ok, but...
One should not dance or rather jiggle their hips pretending to dance as they climb down below. She slipped from the top, cracking her head and back up pretty bad. The lump on her head formed before her butt even hit the floor.
Because of Natasha Richardson, we had to stay up late and monitor the situation. This is hard to do on a boat because the weather was rough, so she felt naseaus. We just don't know from what.
What we do know is she groaned like the grape stomping YouTube lady and surprisingly Ryan was able to hold in his laughter until he was sure she was alive. If you don't know this video, Google it. It's worth a look.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Sweet Virginia
Bruschetta anyone?
We want in!
Menhaden Boats
Reedville fish plant stack
(where omega 3 is made)
Friday, October 2, 2009
Sweet Virginia
REEDVILLE
On our way to Reedville, VA (Wednesday) from St. Mary's, we could actually smell the (not fish what Reedville is known for Menhaden/Omega 3 protein) but SOUTH. Yes, the south smells sweet and toasty. We left St. Mary's around 7am and by 7:30am felt the sun on our faces despite the crazy 5-7 foot swells we hit once out in the Potomac. That river is nuts.
Plus, the skies were plentiful with pelicans maybe not like FL but places where temps reach 50s at night - we were pleasantly surprised. We love watching them glide just above the breaking waves in search of fish.
Speaking of waves, we almost lost poor Turlock. Turlock is our dinghy. For those who don't understand why we named it Turlock, read James Mitchener's, The Chesapeake (about 800 pages) or read a brief description below.
Turlock, a family name, began with one man brought to the new country (America) as punishment. He was deemed by a judge from England to be no good. Yet, he thrived on the Chesapeake in the marsh, learned the waters; and hence, became a waterman. Since our dinghy is what brings us in close to shore and lives on the water experiencing all the trials and tribulations and occasional bird poop, we thought the name was fitting.
We anchored upwind from the smoke stack at the fish plant. When we left about 7am, they were definitely cooking and since we were sailing downwind, our sweet, toasty south smell dissipated for a couple of miles.
Deltaville
Tricky entrance. We handled it fine until we decided to leave the creek first entered and try another. Giving a wide berth to marker 10, a little too wide, Mandy ran us aground straight into a sand bar. She calmly (not really) put the boat into neutral, then reverse and spun Prudence back into the channel. Thank goodness for sandy, muddy Chesapeake.
We're in Jackson Creek where lovely homes are situated on rural/waterfront parcels - if you can imagine. While beautiful, we risked bodily harm walking to the grocery store on Route 33 without any sidewalks. Actually, we didn't even make it there. Along the way, we spotted a great produce stand and loaded up for only $19! We would've paid at least $50 at Whole Foods (sorry - still love you WF) but...
Met a retired couple, Ed and Nancy, originally from Syracuse, NY. They dinghied over to say hello and ended up back on our boat last evening for a cocktail, tour, and quiz. We asked them lots of questions, got good info, and heard funny/horror boat stories to watch out for.
Best part about entering Deltaville...
"Are those rocks in the middle of the channel? I'd better have Ryan check the charts if I think I spy one more. Then, thankfully it leapt out of the water with a bunch of friends - DOLPHINS - our first sighting - EXCITING!
Off to Cape Charles tomorrow.
On our way to Reedville, VA (Wednesday) from St. Mary's, we could actually smell the (not fish what Reedville is known for Menhaden/Omega 3 protein) but SOUTH. Yes, the south smells sweet and toasty. We left St. Mary's around 7am and by 7:30am felt the sun on our faces despite the crazy 5-7 foot swells we hit once out in the Potomac. That river is nuts.
Plus, the skies were plentiful with pelicans maybe not like FL but places where temps reach 50s at night - we were pleasantly surprised. We love watching them glide just above the breaking waves in search of fish.
Speaking of waves, we almost lost poor Turlock. Turlock is our dinghy. For those who don't understand why we named it Turlock, read James Mitchener's, The Chesapeake (about 800 pages) or read a brief description below.
Turlock, a family name, began with one man brought to the new country (America) as punishment. He was deemed by a judge from England to be no good. Yet, he thrived on the Chesapeake in the marsh, learned the waters; and hence, became a waterman. Since our dinghy is what brings us in close to shore and lives on the water experiencing all the trials and tribulations and occasional bird poop, we thought the name was fitting.
We anchored upwind from the smoke stack at the fish plant. When we left about 7am, they were definitely cooking and since we were sailing downwind, our sweet, toasty south smell dissipated for a couple of miles.
Deltaville
Tricky entrance. We handled it fine until we decided to leave the creek first entered and try another. Giving a wide berth to marker 10, a little too wide, Mandy ran us aground straight into a sand bar. She calmly (not really) put the boat into neutral, then reverse and spun Prudence back into the channel. Thank goodness for sandy, muddy Chesapeake.
We're in Jackson Creek where lovely homes are situated on rural/waterfront parcels - if you can imagine. While beautiful, we risked bodily harm walking to the grocery store on Route 33 without any sidewalks. Actually, we didn't even make it there. Along the way, we spotted a great produce stand and loaded up for only $19! We would've paid at least $50 at Whole Foods (sorry - still love you WF) but...
Met a retired couple, Ed and Nancy, originally from Syracuse, NY. They dinghied over to say hello and ended up back on our boat last evening for a cocktail, tour, and quiz. We asked them lots of questions, got good info, and heard funny/horror boat stories to watch out for.
Best part about entering Deltaville...
"Are those rocks in the middle of the channel? I'd better have Ryan check the charts if I think I spy one more. Then, thankfully it leapt out of the water with a bunch of friends - DOLPHINS - our first sighting - EXCITING!
Off to Cape Charles tomorrow.
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