05 June 2012
June 5, 2012
I started to call this one "Bed Wetting" but given our age, I thought that it would be instantly misunderstood. We have a lively day yesterday wind wise. At times the winds touched 28 knots. We even had white caps in the harbor. We thought about S/V Colleen Mae that left the day before to take advantage of the projected winds favoring a Bay crossing. I am guessing they found some anchorage and stayed put yesterday. I mentioned a fellow went up our mast yesterday in that wind. Folks don't usually go up in that kind of wind. It did not seem to bother him in the least. Anyway, we enjoyed the day when we could get out of the wind and decided to open the boat so we could sleep in the breeze. All went well until 0230 when I awoke with wet shoulders under a thick comforter. Thinks I: that is not right. As I clawed my way to consciousness the reason was clear. A gentle rain was unimpeded as it made its way through the open hatch over our berth and into the comforter. The rain was not heavy or loud. There was no thunder. No telling how long it had been raining but it was cold and soaking. At first I thought it to be a dream but not so. Fortunately, it is our practice to close all hatches and portlights except those of direct use so no other hatches were open---- except for the one over where Scurv sleeps. At least he had the good sense to move elsewhere. As I stumbled into the cabin where he sleeps, he raised his head and gave me the look of disgust. "Dummy, no one sleeps in the rain. Wrong, puppy breath, I did a long time ago in a place far away".
Not sure what happened to yesterdays post but methinks my thumbs edited the thing into something that made no sense. It is fixed now.