Voyage to SF, Day 8: A slow day in Neah Bay
09 November 2013 | Makah Marina, Neah Bay, WA
Today was a low physical activity, high mental activity day here aboard Scoots. Except for a visit to the shoreside bathroom/shower building this morning, we haven't stepped off the boat. There's talk of walking into town for dinner later, so we may get some exercise yet.
The mental activity centered on weather data and routing programs (me) and creating a more reliable Bluetooth connection between the boat's electronic navigation systems and the laptop we're using for navigation (Eric). For the record, we were both successful in our endeavors.
For a fun diversion (it was a slow day, remember), I decided to see how many of Scoots' through-hulls and seacocks had wooden bungs attached or nearby. (Wooden bungs being the time-honored emergency stoppers for holes such as these.) I changed into old clothes and, armed with a diagram of the boat, showing all the through-hull and seacock locations, I got started.
To see these buggers, I had to: crawl around in the engine room, in the gap between the generator and the back of the boat, and the gap between the generator and the side of the boat (aka "Hell"); lift up some cabin sole floorboards; take out the false floor of the cabinet under the galley sink; peer under the workbench; and peek into the small compartment in the shower wall. I didn't go outside (it was cold, and raining) to check the two seacocks in the forward storage area (aka The Garage).
Most of the 18 seacocks and through-hulls I checked had appropriately-sized bungs attached or nearby. Eric and I noted the locations of the ones that didn't, and he added them to our To-Do list. We also located the bag of spare bungs in one of our spares lockers, just in case we need one in a hurry. We won't.
After that, I spent some time reading, writing, and spying on birds with my binoculars through various windows.
Days like these (especially a few days in a row) spent in port, would be interminable, if I thought of them as "waiting to go." I'm trying to view my time aboard Scoots as one continuous voyage, comprising time in port and time at sea, rather than breaking it into parts (waiting, sailing, anchoring, waiting, passaging, arriving). I try to find something interesting or enjoyable wherever I happen to be, mindful of my good fortune to be making this journey at all.
By the way, we did end up walking to the Warm House for dinner.