The Red Line Does What?
23 May 2019
The Red Line Does What?
Thirty four days since squeezing seven point four, five metres of boat into a hoist sling just wide enough to avoid embarrassment and perhaps an insurance claim, we finally hauled up the anchor from the stinking mud.........and unknown metres of somebody's ancient mooring chain in a lovely crochet knot around the anchor.
I've always wondered if bolt cutters actually work. I'd tried giving the offending chain a really hard stare and probably the F word but that didn't help. But the bolt cutters did. I just hope the mooring owner doesn't come looking for it any time soon. So, anchor freed we headed off down river to the metropolis of Southport, some last minute shopping and a dinghy ride back to the boat in the pitch black, Luci light on Anne's head so as to comply with the regulations and dodging party boats.
Up at crack of dawn to start our trip north following in the wake of Captains Cook and Porteus. We headed out the seaway and across its notorious bar into a sloppy sea and no wind. Well, a few knots. Just enough to tempt us to foolishly turn off the engines and hoist the sails. "What's the red line do again?" It was only a month since we'd sailed but at our age, some of these critical things just slip away.
"What's that noise?" It was a new noise and these are always troubling. It was kind of spooky, sounding like a loose lipped cartoon character breathing out through his mouth, lips flapping. Or me contentedly snoozing after a few beers for that matter. It was inconsistent, which made it hard to track down but we finally did. One of my great ideas had been to fit what I'd call transom flaps to the scuppers under the bridge deck. At speed we've been suffering from a backwash of waves under the bridge deck splashing back up through the scuppers and into the cockpit. So, ever resourceful I got some plastic corrugated sheet, cut one layer so that it would fold at right angles and stuck it under the bridge deck so that the flap would allow the scuppers to drain and stop water splashing back up. Damn clever even if I say so myself.
Unfortunately it seems that as the waves get compressed between the hulls the difference in air pressure between above and below causes my new flaps to, well.....flap. Irritatingly.
Anyway, day two sees us en-route to Hervey Bay and it's apparently even more notorious bar.
"Wide Bay Bar has a reputation for being one of the most dangerous on the Queensland coast because of the length of the crossing (over 3nm), its distance offshore, the length of time it takes for our rescue crews to reach the bar (up to 1 hour depending on conditions) and the effects weather conditions have on the seas".
Australia. If the sharks, crocs, spiders and snakes don't get you...........there's always bar crossings.