Monday, 25 August 2014 ~ Drayton Harbor
While we wanted to stay out even longer, we knew that we'd have to make a rush to the storage unit to pick-up E's trombone before his Freshman High School Orientation. That way, he could stay for the Pep Band rehearsal immediately following.
Sigh. It looked like this year's cruise was done for now. None-the-less, we postponed the inevitable.
A bit later in the morning, one of the boats near us turned out to be an old acquaintance from the marina. He was on his way to town and didn't know if we needed anything. We didn't (he couldn't fetch the trombone, unfortunately.) Nice of him to ask, however. In fact, it was he who had buzzed us last night. We didn't mention it, and neither did he.
Finally, we raised the anchor, and started to motor on into the marina. Yet, just as we were heading toward the entrance, we noticed one of our friends heading in, too. We thought we'd slow down and let them go first. So, we spun around.
"What are they doing?"
"I'm not sure. It looks like ... They are backing up into the marina!"
We've never seen this maneuver before, but it was later confirmed that, yes, this is how the wife likes to back into their slip. She starts at the entrance, then just backs right in. "She hits it perfectly. It's not the way I do it, but then I have a far lesser success rate," the husband replied.
We were glad we waited for this maneuver. When our time came, we motored right into our slip. No problem. A miracle! Ok, it usually goes well, but for all the anxiety we have about it, it sure seems that way each time we come in without incident.
We were just in time, to tie-up quickly, say "hello" to our neighbor, and dash off to the showers and town.
It was good to be back, although we still long for the easy days at anchor.
While we wanted to stay out even longer, we knew that we'd have to make a rush to the storage unit to pick-up E's trombone before his Freshman High School Orientation. That way, he could stay for the Pep Band rehearsal immediately following.
Sigh. It looked like this year's cruise was done for now. None-the-less, we postponed the inevitable.
A bit later in the morning, one of the boats near us turned out to be an old acquaintance from the marina. He was on his way to town and didn't know if we needed anything. We didn't (he couldn't fetch the trombone, unfortunately.) Nice of him to ask, however. In fact, it was he who had buzzed us last night. We didn't mention it, and neither did he.
Finally, we raised the anchor, and started to motor on into the marina. Yet, just as we were heading toward the entrance, we noticed one of our friends heading in, too. We thought we'd slow down and let them go first. So, we spun around.
"What are they doing?"
"I'm not sure. It looks like ... They are backing up into the marina!"
We've never seen this maneuver before, but it was later confirmed that, yes, this is how the wife likes to back into their slip. She starts at the entrance, then just backs right in. "She hits it perfectly. It's not the way I do it, but then I have a far lesser success rate," the husband replied.
We were glad we waited for this maneuver. When our time came, we motored right into our slip. No problem. A miracle! Ok, it usually goes well, but for all the anxiety we have about it, it sure seems that way each time we come in without incident.
We were just in time, to tie-up quickly, say "hello" to our neighbor, and dash off to the showers and town.
It was good to be back, although we still long for the easy days at anchor.
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