UnDocked: To move (a boat) away from a dock.
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Yesterday we cut the lines. Physically, metaphorically and quite (un)willingly.
"I was willing" said the Capt'N. "I was willing two weeks ago!" he stated. And when I nudged him with a gentle poke or three, he was quick to add "But we had lots of fun and it was all good!"
We'd done as much work on Banyan as was needed and as was expected, and although we hadn't really finished (when do you EVER finish all those BOAT jobs?), there was really no more we COULD do that couldn't be done while at anchor.
UnDocked = Saving us a few BOAT dollars.
While still on shore power though we turned the freezer on
and while it sat there to chill, we walked over to FoodLand for what would be a week's worth of provisions.
Amazing the priorities you choose to eat, when you know you have to carry all your foodstuffs back home. Only Two (Very Heavy) Bags Each, Sir.
UnDocked = Means Changes in Shopping Routines !!
And shortly after lunch we started to unravel the lines that had been firmly holding us in place, and one by one they came off.
Finally, the last of the undocking procedures complete, we waved good-bye and zoom-zoomed our way out of the harbour, and Port Louis Marina along with St George's was soon behind us.
We slowed down to a Crawl Along speed and I Capt'N'd while the Capt'N went below to commission the water maker. A lengthy system purge, a few more flushes proved all systems were A.O.K. and before long we were making water!
UnDocked = Minimal usage of water!
Can you imagine what this feels like?
UnDocked = Freedom.
The warm breeze caressing your skin as you sit in the shade of the cockpit. The sounds of silence and yet the feeling of a gentle swaying movement as Banyan glides effortlessly through the water.
"Wish we didn't have the engines on" I admitted to myself.
(Does that confirm that I may just have the stirrings of the Heart of a Sailor?)
By Point Saline we were witness to the airplane landing
and then it was into just a bit of a bumpy chop as we rounded the corner and headed down towards Mt Hartman Bay.
Once past the reef system, we eyeballed Ourselves the Perfect Parking Spot.
Back to our familiar choreography of hand-routines as we dropped the hook, put Banyan into reverse and backed down hard. And with a tug we knew we were set.
UnDocking = Better be well Anchored.
We sat down the makings of our neighbourhood, and thanks to that Freezer Plate, the Ice-Cold Arrival Beer tasted mighty damn fine.
Cheers to UnDocking!