A long hard beat too Liverpool.
05 September 2014
With the Auto helm fixed we check the weather and it looks good to leave Lunenburg. The wind would be on our nose from the South West but it’s only called for 15-20 knots, it might be a bit lumpy but shouldn’t be that bad. Well as luck would have it we are committed and the good old Atlantic winds picked up 20 - 30 knots with a few stronger gusts.
The waves are 1-2meters building to three by the afternoon breaking over the bow; water running like a waterfall into the cockpit. At one point on our side there was approx. 6 inches of water in the cockpit. The waves at times looked huge and we would get slammed and would drop to below 2 knots. A run that should have only taken us 5 hours at most ended up taking eight hours getting us into port just as it got dark.
It’s not pleasant to say the least. We are motor sailing with a reefed main sail and get down to a quarter tank of fuel left, so I get one of those “Moira relax! I’ll be careful”. He puts on the life vest and out he goes on the rail with the smaller jerry can of diesel. That is supposed to make me feel secure. It goes well my nerves are shot and I watch my Mount Gay Viking 28 Regatta hat (which John is wearing) fly off into the waves.
I’ll miss that hat but there is no way that we were going to go and rescue it. Thank God it wasn’t John.
It takes us until 9PM to find the entrance into Liverpool and the depth sounder shows 10 feet, hopefully this is low tide. . We ask some locals on a boat having some fun what mooring ball can we use? Try any of them they yell so we do. We are now in 11 feet of water and luckily there is only a 2 1/2 foot tide.
I tell John that I think Bobby Peat is the smartest sailor we know. He says “I’m done with big water sailing” and no he does not want to crew. I hear you Bob. We laughed with drinks in hand and toast his wisdom.
Time to check the damage. We have water everywhere. We had just done all the laundry in Lunenburg and we have to start all over again. Even the pillows are soaked. . It’s a disaster. John said if he wasn’t so tough he might have cried.
Liverpool is a very small town. We try to contact a taxi to come and get us and the general opinion of the cab companies or maybe single owners is that it is Sunday and their day off. One company said they might feel like driving later but not now. We try three numbers but with no luck.
We talk to a sailor sitting on the front porch of the Brooklyn Marina Yacht Club (smaller than PEYC) and he offers to take us in his van. John has to sit on the floor only two seats but all of our laundry fits. He advises us if we can’t get back to call him. It turns out he is Johnnie Lake, http://www.astortheatre.ns.ca/detail.php?ID=246
a guitar player who was on tour for four years with Dr. Hook. John instinctively sings “ On the Cover of the Rolling Stone”
We will stay another night in Liverpool. Today’s weather forecast is blowing up to 40 Knots from the SOUTH WEST WE ARE NOT GOING OUT.