Friday as in TGIF -- not to be confused with the restaurant. 7 am. 82 degrees.
This story is dedicated to the-sailboat-who-shall-remain-nameless.
So peaceful in her Sears Easy Living Exterior House (amateur) Paint job...
I'm often asked about writer's block and what I find to write about and if I ever run out of things to write about.
No, I tell them. Never. And there's a good reason why.
I live in a marina and people, (stupid people) are attracted to boats and marinas, so no, I never run out of things to write about. Take the lovely example above. There's a story there. When we first moved to the harbor this gracious vessel was white with teal trim and absolutely bristol. Well maintained. Sparkling. Then she was sold to a man with a dream.
He decided to sail her across the Pacific even though he had never made the trip before. He felt sure he could do it with crew so he co-opted his non-sailing daughter and son both in their 20's (I call them stupid 1 and stupid 2). They were moored next to us. Flew in one morining. Made a trip to Costco and were gone that afternoon.
You might be thinking that this was a bit preemptive. No checking out of gear? No getting familiar with the craft? No learning how to sail? Oh and did I mention this was a wooden boat?
Two weeks later a boat is spotted on the horizon. The marina tender motors out. It's the same sailboat.
500 miles out they started taking in water. The bilge failed. The back up failed and then the engine failed. No power. No solar panels, batteries couldn't be charged. They were bailing by hand.
Out of drinking water and with little wind they barely made it back.
THE REST OF THE STORY...
Quite an exciting adventure. One for the dinner party circuit.
We chatted with the man-with-a-dream when he got back. Actually he sought US out.
"Did you see anyone messing around with my boat before I left?" he asked and stared at us pointedly...
"No," we answered.
"Well," he said, "The reason the engine quit was because we ran out of diesel. When I bought the boat a year ago the owner said the tank was nearly full so I just think someone must have stolen our fuel." he stared at us again. "And someone did the same damn thing to our water tanks, too. You just can't trust anyone in a marina!"
Nope. That's true. You sure can't.