Ok, Wow! I need to take a moment here for a
victory lap! Because yesterday we spent the day on the bay. With the stick up, the water on the outside and the
wind in the
canvas. Man it was just so beautiful and we had such a great time!
The fuel cap was totally the culprit. I unscrewed that sucker and it started up on the first pull and ran with out a hitch. what a relief... took us in and out with no problems at all. (Or problems so small in comparison to those we faced on our first two attempts that they didn't even register on our
radar.) Third try was totally the charm.
Getting out was a cake walk, we went early and it was calm and still, no wind at all. Himself is getting good at getting on and off the
boat as she is moving, and pushed us out of the slip to get us going and hopped aboard when he and the bow reached the end of the finger. Took about 20 minutes to get thru the marina and out of the channel.
Once we were out on the bay proper Himself did a fine job of setting the
mainsail. He was a bit impatient with himself because it's all new to him and didn't go as smoothly as he might have wished. Just keeping track of which ropes go where is a challenge and we walked thru it one step at a time until he had everything set correctly and tidy. I hate tripping so I am pretty rabid about ropes being lashed, secured, tied down, flaked, whatever is appropriate. He is still working at getting
rope to behave in his hands and had to laugh at himself when despite his best efforts things had to be done twice before they stayed done. It was so calm we just hove too and drifted at first, had a bite to eat and celebrated our success. He was so excited he could hardly stand it.
The wind is pretty reliable around the bay and it picked up a little right on schedule. We sailed from Candlestick to
Oyster Point for most of the day. Just dinkin around, practicing reading the wind on the water and playing with the wind and sail angles. The sailing
classes we have taken at
Cal Club have stood us in good stead, helped me remember how much I have forgotten and given Himself a starting point to go forward from. Around 3 the wind really started to blow and we were about an hour and a half from getting home so we headed south. Just before we got to the channel entrance the bow shackle, which was pretty corroded, blew out and we had a little sail recovery drill with the darn thing flapping like crazy in the wind coming off Mt San Bruno. When I had put the jib up I had looked at it pretty doubtfully, and I really need to go over the headsails and check their
hardware and condition. Most of the
equipment is worn but servicable, but this one was not. But that wasn't even a problem, Himself stayed calm and took the tiller and I just bundled it below for dealing with later. Man, we had fun. We may not have looked like that glossy sailing magazine cover, but we sure felt like it!
Getting home was easy too. I made all the turns to our slip with no problem, and got us about a third of the way into the slip on a sort of goofy angle, but Himself hopped off and walked us in the rest of the way. And there we were, home sweet home. Man it felt good. Cara the wonder dog wanted to pee so bad she was off like a shot and when we finished tying her up and himself looked around and said "I'll walk Cara, where is she?" I pointed to the dock gate where she was sitting right next top the door with her doggy legs crossed. We took her for a long walk so she could get her puppy ya-yas out and sat on a rock watching the other
boats coming back in, talking about the day and about how many boats (hundreds) there are in the 3 harbours in our vicinity and how few boats had been taken out on such a beautiful holiday. One
boat that had headed out when we came back in motored into their slip barely an hour later... they pretty much motored to the end of the channel, went in a little circle, and then motored back again. I don't think they even put the
canvas up. And they have a REALLY nice boat too! Such a waste...
All in all it was a beautiful day and a really great reward for slogging thru all the cleanup and
work we have been doing.
On the technical side;
I am really glad our issue this time turned out to be the simplest of fixes. I did learn a fair bit about outboards however and that's good.
The whole running dry the carb and mixing the
oil in the bottle/ measuring
advice and checking the connections on the fuel lines was good info and the anchor on a thread idea is brilliant, although we are in such close quarters I am not sure how much it will help. But it can't hurt and I really do NOT like drifting from one side to the other trying to not play bumper cars! I had never had that happen to me and it is not an experience I care to repete! I confess that my misspent youth on old chris craft spoiled me. When we started one of those old chevys they RAN. I never had a motor on my grandpa's boats die under me... Now I know better.
As far as having sail ready in case the motor dies in this situation... I don't know. We are in such close quarters I can't imagine the sail doing anything but complicating an already challenging situation. I have posted below a pic of the marina. The solid orange boat is at our slip. The orange arrow is where we have to go to get out of the marina. The orange outline is where we ended up the other day when the engine died and the tide and wind blew us south. The blue line is the direction the almost ALWAYS comes from in our area. Anyone have any ideas on how a sail could be used in these circumstances? Enquiring minds would love to know...
Thanks again all.