After the rush getting the boat ready to go to the Thetis Island Regatta, followed by a long weekend of sailing to Montague Harbour to meet-up with our Yacht Club for a night, and then a trip to Bedwell Harbour to meet up with the Bluewater Cruising Rendevous for a couple of nights (and a 6 1/2 mostly motor home), we decided this past weekend that we needed a quiet weekend on the hook to recharge.
We left after work on Friday and were on the hook in Herring Bay on Ruxton Island by about 8pm – just in time to get the burgers cooked and to eat in the cockpit while watching the sun go down.
A quiet night on the hook turned a bit panicked when we realized that a horde of mosquitoes had followed us below deck – where did they come from?! We don’t usually get many mosquitoes around here but I suspect that our looong, rainy, cold winter was the perfect breeding ground for them. I managed to hunt a few down on Friday night, but much of Saturday was spent dispatching them. Owen was working on something in our rear cabin and could hear the “thwack” followed by a “gotcha”, every time I went hunting one down so he had a pretty good idea as to how many I had crushed.
At some point on Saturday afternoon I managed to drag myself up on deck to re-do the lashings on our lifelines and Owen accomplished tons – installing a light in the rear cabin and installing the new oil pressure sensor.
Feeling we had accomplished quite enough (and realizing that we hadn’t actually left the boat for the day), we decided about 6pm to do a quick boondoggle in the dinghy – that turned into a 3 hour, 6.8 mile circumnavigation of a couple of nearby islands. The engine suddenly dying when we were at about the furthest point possible from our boat led to a few panicked moments but luckily it had just overheated thanks to the seaweed that had gotten wrapped in the prop. A couple of minutes to cool down and we were off again – thank heavens – that would have been a heck of a row against current!
This time we managed to get the hatches closed and the citronella candles out in time to prevent the influx of mosquitoes. We had caught the sunset while motoring back to our anchorage but once the sun had gone down fully (and the mosquitoes had gone away) we sat in the cockpit and watched the sliver of crescent moon follow the same track that the sun had taken only a few hours earlier. That left a perfect black night sky for star-watching – even the Northern Lights made a dim appearance!
Sunday morning started just about as lazy as the rest of the weekend, and then we were joined by friends who had been out on their boat all week and were on their way home. After a quick visit, they sped off home. Owen had made the mistake of saying that if only he had his wet-suit on the boat, he could dive and replace the nearly non-existent prop zinc – well lucky him, I remembered that it was in fact in the bow – so into the not so warm water he went! That job being complete we finally set out for a bit faster motor home (barnacles scraped off the prop makes quite a difference in our speed!)
All in all a perfect, restful weekend and just what we needed.
Next weekend we are out racing on other people’s boats, so no cruising for us – though maybe we can make some more headway on the galley upper cupboards on Sunday.