Not my Boat
Here's something new... I was just observing that one nice thing about being in town is being able to open the windows without worrying about mosquitoes.
One disadvantage is that the docks are noisy and can wake me in the middle of the night. Is that true? No. I have never been awakened by the dock noise in the middle of the night. But darn it, it seems like I ought to have. They're very loud.
Boy, this blog has gone downhill. I should have some snippet of reflection from the day. Some pithy anecdote.
Okay, here's what I've got. There was no wind yesterday. We motored four hours from Bird Cove to Campbell River. We slid sideways up to the fuel dock, shoe horning our way between two yachts. Kevin sprung for ice cream sandwiches while I rung up the fuel.
We were making our way toward our assigned slip, but I lined up on the wrong one. I started to make the correction, but knew it had a cockup in the making. Sometimes there is nothing for it but to go around. So Quijote did a pirouette in the middle of the isle to give it another go.
A gentleman stood on the deck of a large motor yacht, watching. As Quijote did her 360, he called out: Sir that is a beautiful vessel. Perfect.
I thanked him and observed that his boat was no slouch. How do you return a complement from the bridge of a mega yacht? He said thanks, but it's not his boat.
It's Wednesday, our rest day, but we have work to do today. Quijote needs a bath too. A bucket of soapy water will take care of that.
One disadvantage is that the docks are noisy and can wake me in the middle of the night. Is that true? No. I have never been awakened by the dock noise in the middle of the night. But darn it, it seems like I ought to have. They're very loud.
Boy, this blog has gone downhill. I should have some snippet of reflection from the day. Some pithy anecdote.
Okay, here's what I've got. There was no wind yesterday. We motored four hours from Bird Cove to Campbell River. We slid sideways up to the fuel dock, shoe horning our way between two yachts. Kevin sprung for ice cream sandwiches while I rung up the fuel.
We were making our way toward our assigned slip, but I lined up on the wrong one. I started to make the correction, but knew it had a cockup in the making. Sometimes there is nothing for it but to go around. So Quijote did a pirouette in the middle of the isle to give it another go.
A gentleman stood on the deck of a large motor yacht, watching. As Quijote did her 360, he called out: Sir that is a beautiful vessel. Perfect.
I thanked him and observed that his boat was no slouch. How do you return a complement from the bridge of a mega yacht? He said thanks, but it's not his boat.
It's Wednesday, our rest day, but we have work to do today. Quijote needs a bath too. A bucket of soapy water will take care of that.
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