In reading some past blog entries, I realized there were a couple of loose ends that didn’t get addressed.
~ We sold the rigging machine
~ The total cost for the Perkins rebuild was $2500. I rounded up. This does not include the purchase of the raw water pump, which wasn’t necessarily needed, but add another $300 for that.
This also does not put a $ value on George’s time. He spent most waking…and sleeping hours…on the rebuild. For 3 months. He also has said he will never do another rebuild again.
~ The fruit in the jello cups left on the boat from last year’s cruise had turned white and were subsequently trashed
~ I never found the thief who stole my bike and moved on after 2 weeks of sting operations, using my new-to-me mountain bike as bait (however…George did notice a suspicious van bearing NC tags slowly driving up and down our street and slowing down in front of our shed…I searched the neighborhood but couldn’t locate the van)
The day before Thanksgiving, Hal and Erin invited us over aboard sv Dionysos, a Pan Oceanic 46, for roasted duck and all the trimmings. Erin cooked up the best duck we’ve ever eaten, and her grandmother’s recipe for stuffing was incomparable. What’s even more impressive is that she roasted it in Hal’s antediluvian kerosene stove that had no temperature setting.
They are a neat couple and Erin is every single male (who doesn’t want to sail single handed) sailor’s dream of dropping everything in her life to winter in the Caribbean on a boat. In fact, she was the one who first broached the subject by walking up to Hal on the dock at Herrington Harbor and asking, “Can I sail to the Bahamas with you?” Hal’s jaw nearly dropped as he stammered, “Y-y-y-yes.”
She’s never lived aboard a boat, nor has she done any long distance sailing, but she is fearless when it comes to learning boat skills. At barely 5′ tall, she can also fit into tiny places that Hal at 6′ + can only fit an arm into. He hands her tools, asks her to climb into lockers and verbally instructs what she needs to do in order to fix the solenoid on the windlass.
After a snorkeling excursion at Baker’s Bay that was cut short by a dozen large and curious barracudas (Hal told Erin they were Mackerels) we were approached by 2 Bahamian fisherman in a skiff who asked to borrow a wrench. George handed one over along with several other tools that were needed in order to repair their motor. Hal casually asked, “Do you have any lobsters for sale?”
He and Erin went back to their boat to get some money and wait, and the fishermen handed George his tools back. They asked George if he wanted any lobsters, but George politely declined and pointed to Dionysos saying that they wanted to buy some.
“No, no, mon. Do you want some for free?”
They asked for a bag and the one fisherman said to the other, “Hook him up, mon.”
George laughed and replied, “Whoa, not too many now. I just loaned some tools. We weren’t looking for anything in return.”
The fisherman handed the bag back to George and this is what we pulled out:
Hal bought 6 tails for $25. An excellent deal too.
Hal and Erin joined us for Thanksgiving at Nippers, and we had a blast. The buffet was elegant and delicious, and George and I went through the line twice.
George and I hope your Thanksgiving was filled with love, laughter, good people and good food. We are so thankful for all the wonderful friends we have met through this blog and for your kind words of encouragement. We are also thankful for the couple of miserable souls who unsuccessfully try to rain on our parade, because they make us stronger and better people and even more appreciative of the hundreds in the former group.