A Very Good Day
20 March 2011 | Elizabeth Harbour
We talked this morning about perhaps moving the boat to get it in a little closer to shore. There are strong winds predicted tonight and all day tomorrow. We have to take Fuzzy ashore twice a day and as far out as we were anchored we were likely to have a good chop and get wet, especially getting from the dinghy to the boat. When we took the dog ashore we cruised around a bit with the dinghy to look for a likely spot, but we didn't really see anything that looked like it would work that would gain us enough to make it worthwhile to weigh and then reset the anchor.
Then while we were refilling the dinghy gas tank the boat in front of us left. We immediately made ready to pull the anchor and move forward. We dropped the anchor once, but it was surprisingly deep there and by the time we let out the proper amount of rode (anchor chain) we felt we were too close to the boat behind us. So we pulled it up again and repositioned and dropped it again. It was still deep, we needed to have about 100 feet of anchor chain out, but this time we ended up right in the middle of the clear area, not too close to anyone (see photo in gallery). Our anchor chain is only marked every 50 feet, so after the first 50 I have to estimate how much is going out. I was going to let it out until I saw the mark for 100 feet, then pull it back and attach the snubber, but we decided we didn't want to go back much further, so I tied the snubber on where we were and let it out until the snubber went taught. The hundred-foot mark on the chain was right at the waterline. Perfect. And we pulled and set the anchor both times without a hitch, thanks to our two-way headsets. We quickly dinghied out to check the set of the anchor with the viewing bucket. It was buried with only about 8 inches along the top of the bail showing above the sand. Again, perfect.
Once that was done we took showers using the hot water from running the engine (our water heater heats via AC or the engine) and gave Fuzzy a bath, so he's not a salty dog, at least until another wet trip to Georgetown. Bud changed the engine oil (again since the engine was warm) and I changed the sheets. So now we and the boat are nice and tidy and all tucked in ready for the blow.
We took the afternoon off to do a bit more exploring. We hiked up to the monument (a few photos in the gallery) and that's where I got this shot looking south along the length of Stocking Island. That's also where I took the photo of Earendil in her new anchor position. Fuzzy gets tired on our hikes, so I brought his front pack and he got carried for about half the hike.
We're back on the boat and almost ready for a nice Chinese dinner prepared by chef Bud. A very good day, indeed.