Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Vancouver, WA
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Ok, just thought of the only other one - so far, knock on wood.....
The fleet is at the Island for a picnic/campout.
The pier is arranged in 2 concrete fingers extending down river at least 100'.
Room for many large boats and a few small ones in parallel.
The docks had already been filled by larger yachts so the '20's had to find space where they could. Nesting would be the best, so some nested 3 boats deep just 50' off of the start of the finger. Several boats were leaving early, but nested inside, so all the others had to move. Ours in particular saw the inboard boat leaving, but space was opened up just 40' downriver. All we had to do was pass a nice Olson 30. We get the permission to walk the lines past his boat to the dock and I do the walking. Another feeds a long bowline cleated by yours truely to the bow of my boat. One person onboard the nest (with a neck brace mind you, so he was elected to do the least of the work) to hand me the stern line once the nested boats pass the Olson. It works perfectly, until the bowline slips off the cleat. (who cleated that anyway!!!??) Everyone on the dock watches the unpowered flotilla drift down river, the stern line too short to throw to me. The single "captain" thinks to start rowing toward the dock, only to propel the mess toward a rather large and expensive yacht moored downriver of our intended spot. He's onboard and reaches out with a 6' boathook, and his deck is easily 10' off the water. By this time the fella holding the long line has coiled it and threw it to the "captain" and began carefully pulling the nest back to the dock, but instead of cleating off so we could pull hard, the captain just held on to the line, serving as the human cleat.
It worked, sort of, we couldn't get the nest to the dock without lineing it up with the yacht. I reached out in front of the yacht and caught my boat midships with my foot while more or less sitting in a crabwalk position, and luckily the momentum and weight weren't too much. With a foot or so to spare, I managed to leg press the nest away from the yacht and with combined effort, brought the nest to its intended moorage. Moral of the story? Ha, too many to list...
Signature picture courtesy of Cal20 Class Assn.