Really Missing Mom Today

You would think it gets easier year after year but today I’m just missing my mom more than ever. Last year was the 10th anniversary of loosing her, a very hard day each year on the day before Thanksgiving. Seems that this year is harder than ever as I could really use her straight forward words right now. I really miss those talks, her in your face advice. No matter the problem. no matter what dumbass thing I’ve done yet again, she would navigate me through it. She was, and is such a woman of strengh and grace.

Thanksgiving will always be difficult for me, but Thanksgiving is about giving thanks and being thankful for all that you have and have had. So I’m good. Mom, I miss you and love you and I know you’re still taking care of me.

Another Weekend, Another Event

Man, I’m just unraveling here. Not paying attention. This past weekend was a South River anchoring kind of weekend. It’s a good thing I left late as some friends were out of ice, so no mixed drinks. But as it seems, they were fine, they just drank words of wine till I got there. Now thinking about anchoring and reflecting on Cape lookout, South River had light winds out of the east and I anchored in 8ft of water. But I “dumped it all”, the chain that is so I had about a 12 to 1 scope 😉    Which brings another issue, I need a wash down pump.

So all is well, dinner, drinks and friends. What could go wrong? I’m headed out the next morning back to Oriental motor-sailing out of South river and the engine slowly dies. It’s not the sound you like to hear. The way it died led me to one of two things, clogged fuel filter or worse, fuel pump died. It’s one of those two, has to be. the notion that the tank was empty didn’t cross my mind till I looked at the tank directly. But the darn fuel gauge still read 3/4 full. Obviously, it’s not working. Now usually I’m always topping off the tank before headed out on a long trip but to South River? Didn’t even think of it. I must have used more fuel than I thought going to Ocracoke, Cape Lookout and day sailing throughout the summer than I thought. Just slipped my. mind.

So called BoatUS and put up full sails headed back to Oriental doing about 3kts. It is a sailboat after all. Powerboats, take note. And as I’m sailing back, here comes this fog rolling in across the Neuse reminding me of Steven King’s novel, The Mist. What else could possibly happen, weird creatures flying out of the fog?

Well, BoatUS met me between Garbacon Shoal and Oriental #1 and brought some diesel. Now, I’m glad I went to the Yanmar three day class where I learned the idea of adding a primer squeeze build inline before the Racor filter. Much easier to prime a diesel after running our gas, not having to press that little lever dozen of time to get full flow.

So got back to the slip and promptly went to Waterstreet Grille for breakfast. After the morning incident, nothing better than a good omelet. So to counter balance the bad karma morning, decided on blessing the day with good fortune by heading back out with friends for a great afternoon sail. The winds were nice out f the north between 15 and 20kts. Made for a perfect day. As I single hand a lot, thanks to Richard and Lisa for joining, I was a passenger the whole afternoon.

And thanks to Richard for putting up with my Crablegs addiction as we stopped at MJ’s Raw bar in New Bern on the way home. Did some good damage. Definitely going to be a regular stop. Great weekend.

Cape Lookout – When Bad Karma meets Good Fortune

Somebody did say skip going to Cape Lookout on Labor Day weekend, especially with the wind out of the northeast. Well of course I’m not going to listen. So anyway, winds out of the north means a very breezy and choppy Cape.

Got there Friday evening after dark (mistake #1) and found spot to anchor. I was pretty much tired from just returning from a conference on the other coast and was running on fumes and little rest (mistake #2). So dropped anchor and threw out about ~80ft of chain…in ~20ft of water (mistake #3). I was just tired and ready to go to bed. So the inevitable happened, Hemispheres drug in the middle of the night. I had this weird movement feeling that work me up and as I’m going up the companionway, the anchor alarm goes off (thanks a lot). I instinctively started the engine and threw her in forward but was too late. Hard aground. As it was about 2:30 in the morning, might as well go back to bed, ain’t going anywhere.

And then the tide started going out. You cannot imaging the sound a wave makes when it hills the underbelly of a grounded boat. Every wave slap shuddered the boat and I could not sleep. I ended up top in the cockpit where it was quieter. Low tide was a 7:15am and every bit of Hemispheres was out of the water, just resting perfectly on the keel. This is the one time that i’m praising a wing keel. Oh, at least I got to pull the paddle wheel for the speed  and clean it. It was pretty gunk’d up.

As the tide started rising, around 10am we were able to motor off and I re-anchored, this time “dumped it all” being every bit of chain, 100ft then 30ft of rode. The second night I was just paranoid and really didn’t sleep. But other than that little mishap, a great weekend, regardless of the downpour while heading back up Adams Creek. Fun time, learning lesson and a life experience. That old saying is true. A vessel will always withstand more than the captain can.

24 years later … Who knew?

24 years ago on this date, a post was done by Linus Torvalds to comp.os.minux. It started with “I’m doing a (free) operating system (just a hobby, won’t be big and professional like gnu) for 386(486) AT clones.”

Happy Birthday Linux