behind the Durango and headed to Camano Island (cause we were looking at a place there). Found the water about 15 feet past the end of the cement ramp, so went back to Everett and launched. Spent the night at the Jetty Island dock and cooked breakfast on the boat for the first time. We need a bigger boat or need to take less stuff.Started motoring out to the sound and the Admiral ordered a 180 course change, she forgot something in the car. Tried to say we don’t really need what ever it is and she pulled rank so back to the dock we went. This turned out to be a good thing in the long run (more to come).
She returned from the car and we started motoring to the sound again. The Nissan 50 stuttered and stopped putting it just sucked the tank dry. No big deal I had filled the other tank the day b4 so just switch to the full tank.
Whoops…. BIG DEAL…. the main tank’s hose is not one that interchanges and is fixed to the tank. OK just grab the other hose and snap it on……..
Dang… they don’t have the correct Nissan connector. Guess the PO only had one tank for the
and one tank for maybe a tender. Lesson learned check the complete gas system for all the components!!
We started drifting to the new section (not yet occupied) of the Everett Marina and I saw I could jump to the dock and pull the
up. Crawled up to the bow and grabbed the dock line and timed my jump. Just as we came in range I sprang toward the dock and felt something tug at my foot. It was just enough to spoil my Olympic form and send me crashing to the ground and the boat snapping my wrist a direction Mother Nature didn’t mean for it to go.Got to my FOOT (only one had a shoe on it the other was ripped off during the jump) and pulled the
to the dock. Put the empty tank on the dock and grabbed a full one and learned another lesson: It’s hard to pour gas from a full tank to an empty one standing on one foot on a cement dock. Half the gas went in the tank the other half went glug glug onto the cement dock and evaporated away.After reconnecting the half full tank to the Nissan it started up first try and off we went, sort of…..
The dog decided now was a good time to go swimming and so over the side she went. So back to the dock we go to pick her up.
Starting again we finally made it into the sound. Thought about sailing a bit but then wanted to get a dock slip at Langley cause with the dog we didn’t want to raft to another boat and have to crawl over them in the middle of the night when woofer wanted walking.
Docked at Langley and took the dogs to town and got them a hamburger… was supposed to be mine but the Admiral said “look at that” pointing to a way cool 32 Ford hot rod going down the street, when I looked back the burger was dog food.
The four of us (2 dogs 2 people) had a great night sleeping on the
. Next morning asked the Harbor Master where we could gas up at and was told they don’t have gas. So took the tank up to town and ask where the nearest gas station was and found out it was 5 miles away. That seemed a long way to lug a full tank of gas. So went back to the boat and sailed to Coupeville. Docked up to the gas dock and was told they were out of gas. We stayed the night figuring we could go across the bay to Oak Harbor and fuel up the next morning. Ran out of gas on the way there and for the life of me I couldn’t sail that direction. Tacking back and forth but didn’t make any progress to Oak.
Gave up and turned back south and the
jumped to 8.3 kts on the GPS and we sailed all the way back to Everett. Best sailing we have ever had!
Sailed behind the jetty and a Mac S or D started racing us we would have won too if this creep in a power boat hadn’t pulled in front of us and slowed to almost a stop. The Mac S/D cruised past us and waved then started his outboard and motored in.
We furled the Genny and slid along at 4.3 Kts. Got to the launch area and slid the
Main to mid ships and dropped it then glided smoothly to the dock. The Admiral took the wheel the last 30 feet and I again tried my foot at jumping to the dock. This time I just had to step off and tie up the stern line.
One of the crew on “That OTHER Mac” (the one I was racing and was now pulling the boat out) said to that Skipper “Hey how come you don’t ever land without a motor……….
is that boat a better sailor that you?
The Skipper grunted and said “I beat them in didn’t I?”
It was a great day sailing
