A shot of SEA WEASEL's Skippers.
After cementing the deal SEA WEASEL's new Skippers thought we should break her in by doing a traditional Saturday night sail to Bowen. It was a new experience for me as I would be along for the ride as a technical advisor and not lift a hand. Following work I made my way down to the boat which was already to go. I thought: I could get used to this.
Cheryl had come by to see us off with Kingsley. I gave the instructions on how to pull the boat out of the slip and Dave confidently through her into gear and in a few seconds had expertly rammed us into a boat neighbour. It it was not for Cheryl grabbing the bow we would have made contact. In the process of saving us and restraining Kingsley from jumping on to the boat she nearly fell into the water.
From there we set out on what would prove to be a uneventful sail over to Snug Cove. The boys practiced their maneuvers and basic navigation. I sat down below installing new gear hammocks in the boat (future blog story to come). The only excitement occurred when we found a shoe floating off Passage Island but sadly it contained no foot.
Curtis does his best to imitate Capt. Cook.
Gybing out of English Bay.
Entering Snug Cove in the twilight.
Upon entering Snug Cove the boys made their first successful docking at a "foreign" port. After putting the boat into order and Dave dropping the shore power adapter into the ocean we headed up to meet Ty Abrams of Ed up at the Bowen Island Pub.
Ty had beaten us there and was well into things with some old boating buddies. We made up lost ground and soon retired from the pub back to the WEASEL. The evening ran its usual course of telling salacious stories and sending inappropriate text messages to each others girlfriends. Sorry Linda.
Curtis' support fades when he realizes who's mother had seduced Dave at a young age.
The next morning we all met up at "the Snug" for breakfast before heading back to Vancouver. The sail back was a pleasant one with a steady wind from the Southeast. The only drama occurred again when the boat engine over heated and stalled as we passed under the Burrard Street Bridge. We coasted onto the outside of the Civic Marina and inspected the engine. The impeller was fine and after the engine cooled we motored on to the marina.
All in all a successful trip!
Beating home.
The new skippers in command of their vessel.
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