Up
at 5:40 am. A restful 6 hours except
when Julie had to get up and try to quiet the halyards. Must have looked lovely with fish flies (May
or Shad flies) swirling about with Julie in her jammies. Turns out it was the neighbours halyard. Dawson had secured ours fine.
Had
our coffees, off loaded our garbage and it was time to leave port. No one around to help with lines, so once
again we were on our own. Julie’s leg
was shaking like Gingers (Julie’s brothers Wheaton has a perpetual shiver to
her leg). A little nervous as the keel
is different than our previous boat that turned on a dime. Not even sure of the prop walk (favoured turn
in reverse). We had a plan A and a plan
B in case the boat did not react in reverse.
The docks are quite roomy so there was opportunity for plan B which was
to go left if right wasn’t working. Well
neither worked, we just went straight back.
Plan C was created and we had enough space to go back 60 feet then turn
going forward instead. Cleared
everything and Dawson was able to hop on so we were on our way.
We
motored out to charge the batteries and the ipad so we had our new Navionics
software in addition to our Garmin chart plotter. The waves were only about a half meter,
however they were on the side so we were rolling a bit while we had our
breakfast underway.
While
we are underway we have constant jobs to do.
Since we basically bought the boat and left harbor within a couple of
days which were consumed with moving stuff on, we have been cleaning,
organizing, sailing, killing flies, de-shadfly the boat, listening to weather
forecasts, blogging, eating, etc. We
need to make this boat “home” so need to get pictures hung etc. We are thrilled with the size and comfort of
our bed/cabin, but overall the boat seems like a small home. We need to board a smaller boat to gain some
appreciation of our luxury.
Hygiene
is at a minimum. That and exercise
always seem to be the first to go. A few
yoga sun salutations are done in the morning to get out the stiffness. Moving in small spaces uses some new
muscles. Both of us also need to teach
our bodies where all the toe stubber/ankle biting hardware is. We are convinced this is a learned event and
we must stub or wack a body part 10 times on a piece of hardware before our
brain automatically has us avoid the nuisances.
We
have a friend Harvey (stuffed Parrot) on board.
We can’t remember where Harvey came from but hopefully he stays with
us. “Slim” is also our new BFF. Slim is our autopilot. He is a dream. Very cooperative and consistent and allows us
to carry on other jobs.
After
12 hours on the water, we piloted our way into the west bay of Cove Island
north of Tobermory. Once again, another
first as this was our first anchoring on the new boat. Less stressful and less expensive than
docking that is for sure. Navigating
into Cove Island is a bit treacherous as there are lots of shoals. We have different navigation methods. Julie likes to use the electronics, and
Dawson likes to pilot. Allows for a
double check, but also a bit of a difference of opinion. We made it into a nice quiet sheltered spot
after a bit of stress, but 8 foot depth was the shallowest point. We need 5 foot clearance on our boat. After anchoring we had a lovely lamb dinner
and went straight to bed which was still 10.
Cheers
Julie and Dawson
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| Dawson takes a nap |
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| Harvey looks out to sea |
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| Dawson at the helm |
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