March
3, 2015
A
beautiful afternoon of sailing in Tampa Bay with great wind and a warm sun was
followed by going aground…again…in the same place...again, with me at the
helm…again. (I don’t think I wrote
about the first time – but trust me, I am not a “virgin” running-a-grounder) This is getting annoying, but for some
reason I just don’t line up my channel buoys right – the ones behind me, not
the ones in front. You would think I’d
learn!
Anyhow,
we worked our way loose, headed back up the Manatee River and anchored in “Hulk Harbor". We
joined Chris and Linn, other cruisers from C-Dock, who were already there. We lowered the dinghies and met up
at the small beach. It was a shallow approach and they arrived just fine by
shutting off the outboard, tilting it up and gliding to shore. We
tried to copy that, but ran aground! Jim
couldn’t get the outboard tilted up so Linn waded out and in thigh deep water,
they both struggled to figure out the secret. Finally success! There was a nice picnic area and we decided
to return the next day when others from C-Dock were joining us. Soon the fog started rolling in and it was
time to head back to the boat.
The
tide had gone out and shallow water was shallower. Jim
had to walk our dinghy quite a ways out before he could tip the outboard back into the water. Linn joined him and together they walked out farther and farther. It began to look like they were going to walk
half way out to the boats. Finally Jim got
the outboard in position and got it started, but the shallows seemed to be
everywhere and he kept getting stuck in the mud. Then Linn couldn’t get his outboard
started. After an amazing number of
pulls, probably constituting a great upperbody workout, he got his motor going
and we eventually got free of the mud. Chris and I thought it was funnier and more entertaining than the
men did! A You-tube video would have
proven us right!!
Resting on our dinghy after the docking ordeal! |
The
next day 3 other couples (Tim and Leslie, Mike and Betty and Carlos and Lucy) from
C-Dock joined us for a BBQ potluck on the beach. (Our first cruisers potluck!)
Late afternoon, with very little warning a
wall of fog rolled in and by the time we were back on the boats, there was zero visibility. It was quiet and a little eerie, but we felt safe tucked into our own private cocoon of fog. The next morning Tim rowed over in his dinghy
– from his boat he could not tell if we were still there!!
Tim checking on us in the morning |
Wonderful....
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