Day 61: Two miles in four hours
So our sailing adventure is off to a slow start. Mechanical difficulties, shredded alternator belt and imploding fuel filter lead us to dock urgently on Jeremy creek as our engine stopped abruptly. Sooooo three hours, phone calls to mechanic friends, ham sandwiches, and a gallon of sweat later and we did an 8 1/2 point turn and headed back to our dock. Jeff fixed the problem which was really 3 problems that converged at once so yaaaay Jeff. Katie was an emergency docking princess leaping from the motorless White Wing onto a dock so we could tie up and avoid crashing, running aground or general Massey tragedy-fest.
We got back to the dock and even went swimming in the creek. It was horribly hot and I am praying the chloro-fecal bacteria took today off. I’ve lived here for 14 years and never swam in the creek for fear of poopy diseases, but was too hot to care today, and we appear to have all survived.
I am grateful for my uber-mechanical husband and adventurous daughter but mostly for whoever was looking over us today, keeping us safe and having a good time through our little road block.
Hope to try again tomorrow. Look for us between here and Georgetown.