The crazy things that happen (and they often do) just make the stories better!
Last summer we went to Martha's Vineyard
to visit family
and do some fishing
. We left our slip in Warwick Thursday afternoon and headed down to Dutch Harbor, where our yacht club has a first come, first served mooring
. We got started a little late and got to Dutch after dark. It looked like somebody else was on the mooring
, although it was a little dark to be sure. My husband was bumming, because he's not yet comfortable lying at anchor
, but there was plenty of room and we set the hook.
We wanted to leave early in the am, because a front was due to come through around 1 pm and the weather
was going to get nasty. So we took off at dawn, got out into the main west channel and started smelling fuel
. VERY strong smell. After a bit, it occurred to us that we were smelling gasoline, not diesel
, and there was only one possible source…yep, we'd left the little gas jerry jug for the outboard
in the dinghy
(on the davits) and it had tipped over and that unspillable spout thing had…you guessed it…spilled. Oh well, cleanup ensued and we only spilled a cup or so into the dink. As we continued on toward Beavertail, BOOM! The stainless steel
bracket holding our radar
and a gps antenna
onto the arch broke. I guess I shouldn't have been using it so much as a handhold, huh. Now we had an 18 inch radome dangling upside down. Some discussion ensued, about turning around and heading back to Dutch to reassess our plans. I tried to turn the boat around (we were motoring) and the helm
would not respond! Yikes! My husband pointed out that I might want to put the autopilot
on standby first. Oops!
After turning around, we got out some spare lines and lashed the errant platform to the main arch. We decided that we could do without radar
, as the visibility was excellent and we just needed to get to the Vineyard before the bad weather
Which we did! We pulled into Menemsha (a bit hairy but no harm done and we had fun watching this huge Kady Krogen try to squeeze in behind us, after the wind
had picked up -- he gave up and tied up elsewhere that night). Turned out about ten cousins were on the island, plus President Obama arrived the next day. We had a ton of fun with the cousins and my aunt but did not have any presidential sightings.
Sunday we left and headed south to do some fishing. My husband's dream was to catch a bluefin tuna. No luck with that, but he hooked a white marlin (spit the hook eventually, but so beautiful to see it dance on the water
trying to shake the plug), we saw whales and dolphins
and lots of baitfish. After a long day of fishing, we went up to Cuttyhunk and picked up a mooring for the night. The next day, we went fishing again and saw a huge shark, more dolphins
, and caught way too many dogfish. Went back to Dutch, actually got the mooring this time, put out our rods fluking, guess what, more dogfish. Home the next morning after waiting for the fog
So, yes, this story has some disasters, but nothing serious and we felt extremely brave and resourceful and we had a wonderful time! A few weeks later, a friend welded some new ends on the bracket for $50 and amazingly enough, the radar still functioned.