26 July 2010 | Marion, MA
Monday we sailed from Cuttyhunk to Marion, on the northwest side of Buzzards Bay. We picked up a mooring at the Beverly Yacht Club. Marion is one of those typical New England sailing towns, with several yacht clubs; hundreds of boats large and small on moorings and club launches zipping around picking people up and bringing them to their boats, or back ashore. No space left to anchor. Tom's nephew and his wife Lissa live in Marion and Tom went ashore shortly after we arrived to meet them. Sylvia, Tom's wife, was driving up from Pennsylvania to meet him there. Later that afternoon I took the club launch ashore and we all had a great dinner at a Tuscan restaurant in Plymouth. .The car-ride took a little longer than we had anticipated, so when we got back to the club a little after 2200, the launch had stopped running. Tom and Sylvia were staying with his family, but I had to get back to CURLEW. Fortunately, Lissa had a couple of kayaks at the club, so I picked the one that looked most stable (not being an experienced kayaker), and I headed into the moonlit harbor to get back onboard. It actually was a fun ride; there was hardly any wind and the harbor, with all its boats, looked very pretty in the moonlight. Once I got to CURLEW, I had to get back onboard. CURLEW's freeboard is low by modern standards, but still, you just don't stand upright in a kayak, let alone give yourself a push to climb up on deck. The swimming ladder was not deployed, so I had to find another way to get onboard. A second problem was that I had to tie the kayak to CURLEW before I stepped out, or it would float away. There were several lines hanging on the lifelines that I could use temporarily, but all the knots that held them up were just out of reach. Plan B: The rudder of the Hydrovane windvane steering has a safety lanyard. I could just reach were it was tied to the shaft. Now if I only could find an attachment point on the kayak. There was one all the way at the bow, but that was out of my reach, without tipping the kayak (who designs these things?). However, inside the cockpit (is that an appropriate term for a kayak anyway?) was a plastic bracket, I suppose to store a paddle, but it provided a temporary point to tie the Hydrovane safety lanyard. The Hydrovane also gave me a way to climb back on board, as its lower stay tube is only a few inches above the water level. Once I was safely on deck I secured the kayak in a more seamanlike fashion, and that was that.
The next day I did all kinds of boat projects. Cleaned one of the Racor filters, that had accumulated gunk in the bowl, did some general engine maintenance, inflated the dinghy, and fixed the outboard that did not want to run at idle. Then I dinghied to the fuel dock at the other end of the harbor to fill two jugs with diesel and looked at the wide variety of sailboats (few powerboats) in the harbor. And I fixed the sticky galley drawer that had been bothering me for years. All in all, it was a productive day. Later that day I was invited to have dinner at Lissa's house, and this time I was smart enough to take the dinghy ashore and not the launch. We had drinks inside before we sat down to dinner on the porch. Well, Tom and Lissa sat down. My rustic chair completely disintegrated from under me. No injuries were sustained, and another chair was provided. A great dinner, after all; chicken on the grill, pork loin, tomato pie and corn on the cob.
After dinner Tom and I went back onboard CURLEW to get ready for an early start the next day to Boothbay, Maine.