After situations occur, we usually figure out a different way that we could have handled it.
On a mooring
at Marina Cay, we were getting ready to head
off to our next anchorage. May have been Cooper
Island, or Norman.
My brilliant self knows we are getting low on fresh water
and at our two next anchorages
there is none available to fill our tanks
. Here a marina cay, wonderful , easy, laid back, small , friendly, great food
and drinks , beautiful beach, etc., we can fill our vessels fresh water tanks
The trades are blowing fairly strong, about 18 to 22 . The are blowing off the dock
, and so I called on the VHF
to advise the dock
master that we could use help with the docklines to keep the boat
from being pushed away from the dock. No answer.
So, I decide to take our moorings issued dink and check to see if they have bollards, or cleats
at the gas /water dock. Pulling up to the wooden dock, I check everything out, and see that Erica and I, if we move quickly can tie up with no problem.
I had been having an interment glitch with dink out board motor
throttle, but it seemed to be OK. Dink running, it is time to head
back to the boat
. I increase the throttle and the engine
goes el berserko. Bloody roars at full power and it is in gear
. Throttle is jammed full open.
The dink, and myself, are now racing
thru the mooring
toward our boat. The wind
is pretty strong. Erica is down below, closing hatches, securing any loose gear
, and getting the vessel ready for sea.
Circling around the boat, I shout over the screaming outboard
, for her to come up top side. Up she pops and as I going roaring by...tell her. " Stuck Throttle, get ready for the painter, will shut down engine
Now, I am used to docking
or approaching into the wind
. So around I come. She has the starboard life line gate open. I will approach at roughly the speed of dinghy
light, and shut the engine down. My forereach will allow me to coast smoothly up to the hull
, and I will hand her the dink painter. No worries.
I have to time it right, as I do not want to restart the engine at full power, nor shift it into any different gears at full power. One shot.
Well, here comes Capt. Denny in the bounding , bow up, racing inflatable
, and by now the whole mooring field is having a grand time enjoying the show.
Perfect approach. I yank out the shut down cord, and all is quiet. Erica is standing by to receive the painter. Now, dear friends, remember those strong winds. The dinks forereach is nearly non existent. The silent beast is dead in the water.
There is no fore reach. none. I come to a dead stop a few feet too short. The painter will not reach Erica. The winds are drifting me astern at a fairly good rate.
There are no oar locks on the dink,
Leaping up to the bow, , I grab an oar, and start paddling toward the boat, I am up on the bow of the dink paddling Hawaiian canoe style, first one side and then the other. No progress. I am at the mercy of the wind gods.
I am mightily paddling, and the dink is rapidly drifting down wind and away from the boat.
I hear one of our neighbor boat's dink rattle to life. He comes up along side, starboard, and I grab on to his dink, he grabs mine with one hand and in a few seconds I am handing the painter to Erica.
All was well. After dropping off at Marina Cay, I called the Moorings on
, and told them of our dink motor
problems and that we would be tying up to the T dock side - to dock, to get a new dink motor, and also top off our water.
Turns out, the Mooring dingy manager, meets us with a nice new dink and
motor at the docks and tows our old dink away . We get water and a few provisions and thank the moorings dock staff. We are on our way to the Willy T...for some party down time.
Now, I could have made life much simpler with the runway dink, by approaching from up wind. Shut it down, and let the 20 mph trades drift me down to the boat. But, then again, who would have entertained the usually peaceful and kicked back Marina Cay cruisers.