Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Western Corn Field
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My biggest bone-head move (note, this was only on the third "real" time out on her) was just this last weekend. This was the first time just my girlfriend and I have been out alone, and the second time she has ever been on a sailboat. This first bone-head move was not putting sunscreen on the whiter parts of my body... made for a rough drive home... but I digress.
We sailed all day Saturday, one of those perfect days that makes it all worth it. Enough wind to move, amazing weather... cooking brats on the grill as we sail to an anchorage. I had picked out two possible places to anchor... we chose the one closer as we wanted to swim. Anchored perfectly, swam, grilled, ate... drank a glass of wine. Perfect.
Night came, wind changed... our sheltered cove became bumpy. I let out more rode, was at a 10:1 now... because there's only 6 feet of chain on the anchor, and we were in 15 to 20 knots. Anchor held... really impressed/surprised. In the morning, we left fairly early, but our destination was directly into the wind. We decided to motor instead of sail, kinda wanted to get home. I checked the fuel, and did the calculation... we had enough... so off we motored.
I watched in envy as it seems everyone was out sailing... and I wish we didn't have to get back on a schedule... but we did, so didn't have time to tack back and forth. We get about a mile away from the harbor entrance... and engine starts to stall out!!! WTF?
Whoops... guess either I didn't calculate correctly, or the gauge was off when I read it... or just plain dumb. We cut the engine, raised the genoa, and sailed to the entrance. I figured that with it being rough 2 to 4 foot waves, that was causing the fuel to slosh around enough that the engine didn't get enough. Once in the calm, we fired the engine up, she worked... we made it to the dock, and then she quit... just as we were grabbing the bow-lines off the piers.
Moral... more safety factor... and backup jerry can of fuel... and learn math better. In the end, our boat took care of us... she let us know she might run out, so we raised the sails... then she waited till we were at the dock, and grabbing the docklines before she finally quite. She's awesome.
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