Woke up this morning in Andrews Bay rafted to our neighbors (and friends) Garry and Vicki Anderson (no relation) in their Trophy Pro, it is dead calm and 70 degrees in the cabin with the Webasto control at about half way up. But what a day we had yesterday!
We had been planning a boating weekend with the other Andersons for weeks or possibly months (ask the social director, not me). We decided to launch at Don Armeni Boat Ramp in West Seattle and head to Gig Harbor for a couple of nights at Arabella's Landing. I knew the marine forecast was "iffy" for Saturday, but it was great for Sunday and Monday. So I was banking on it being on the low side of "iffy," as it frequently is! Well, on Harbor Avenue, you could say "surf's up"! We could tell there would be no way to launch there, and a trip to Gig Harbor (24 miles or so) would jar your fillings loose if you did, so we turned around and headed home.
Back in Fall City, we decided we did not want to waste the sunny weather, so we headed back to 40th Street (where we saw Dwight in Checkpoint II, and had a brief radio contact), and set our course for Andrews Bay. Just under the East Channel Bridge, Patty noticed no Baxter - we had forgotten the poor puppy in his crate in the truck! Shame on us! So we turned around an retrieved him, he was just sitting patiently there, he is such a good dog! So we are now back on our way to Andrews Bay.
Just past the Floating Bridge on the west side of Mercer Island, we get a text on Patty's BlackBerry that the other Andersons are dead in the water (they are still learing about VHF I guess), when we pull up Garry is trying to get the kicker started, but neither the big V8 nor the Merc kicker will go, he thinks it is some kind of vacuum lock in the gas tank. He is muttering things like "This is the end of the line for this sumbitch." Honestly, that boat has left him stranded more times than not over the 90 hours he has had it running.
So we slowly towed the Trophy Pro in to Andrews Bay, rafted up, dropped the hook and settled in. It was rocking and rolling all afternoon, but it settled down pretty well by bed time. We tried watching a moving ("The Usual Suspects") but we were too tired and it was too convoluted for tired people to follow.
So, here we are, with a dead Trophy Pro rafted to us, I think they will have to call Vessel Assist, but no point in doing that until tomorrow, we are going to squeeze all the fun out of these few sunny days we can! Peter and Caryn - look out your window, we are here!