Red skies at night

Major, major exhausted here. We spent the afternoon/evening on the boat, heading home around 9pm.

We tested out the rather heavy air conditioner after hauling it from one end of the boat to the next, and it works like a charm…a nice, cool cabin for us to enjoy.

With the help of our boat neighbor, we got the dinghy off the bow of the boat, and into the water……..getting it back in made for one coke spurting, laugh ’til you pee moment. I am quite sure we were the entertainment for all the live-aboards who were watching.

Imagine hauling a large dingy onto the deck of a large boat, by having your 12 and 9yo cranking the winch on the jib halyard (which was attached to the bow of the dinghy) while you guide large dinghy over the life lines (life lines are sort of like a fence around the boat to keep you from falling overboard).

Imagine the dinghy hanging in mid air (much like a shark that was caught by a fisherman, and is hanging by its tail in the air while photos are taken to document the moment) when you hear the children say “We can’t turn it anymore and its slipping”.

Imagine looking down at the large dingy, as it swings 2 inches above the water…..you realize that if the small children can not hold the winch line, the dinghy will go straight into the water, stern first, filling with water and sinking to the murky depths.

That was the part where I turned slowly around and said “No matter what you do, DO…..NOT…..LET…….GO……OF…..THAT…..LINE” and yelled across the harbour to boat neighbor “I do believe your muscles are needed, please.”

Muscle boat man came to the rescue, and helped the boys turn the winch, instructing them on proper positioning of the line etc. It was very sweet, but I was at the bow, muscling the damn thing on to the deck and trying my best to wrench my back all to hell, so I was unable to hear the whole dialogue.

All the while, Mia was napping peacefully on her bunk down below and Quinn was jumping from the finger pier to the boat and back. He did this so any times, he got a shine splint.

Here is the dinghy and the strong sailer boys, I mean pirates…Arrr
My pirates

This would be the moon rising over our boat
Ghostly moon

Red skies at morning, sailer take warning.
Red skies at night, sailer’s delight.
Red skies at night

Delight would be an understatement. It was worth the wait. It was worth the aggravation. Seeing that sky this evening on the dock, while we tied lines and closed the boat up for the night was confirmation to me that all is well and this was the right boat for us.

All good things come to those who wait.