Well our journay has begun. Two days in now we are sitting on a mooring in Eastport Maine. Tomorrow morning we will head up the back side of Campobello and the turn south again down the Grand Manan channel bound for Roque Island. There are big rains predicted for Tuesday so we will probably just hang there till it passes.
It was a treat to watch the lobster box run. This involves about a dozen empties lobster crates that are tied together and then end with an inflatable air mattress. The object is to run over the top of the boxes and then land on the mattress. Obviously the crates will not support any amount of weight so you must be flight of foot! We saw a couple of the under 12 kids make it.
We will drop the mooring line at 6:45 tomorrow morning and head toward the Harbour. Slack at the falls is predicted at 08:44. We are bound for St Andrews.
Today we said our goodbyes to Mum, Andrew and Amy, and a few other friends that dropped by to see us. RBC gave us a great send off with cake and a toast and a new Burgee to fly proudly as we enter the anchorages that await us.
To keep things simple I could say that this is just a sail to St Andrews. I’ve done that many times…. then the next day we will just go for another sail. Or we could consider it the reversing of the seasons. As soon as we feel a bit of chill in the air we will just head a little further south. We will keep ahead of winter!
The last two weeks have been an incredible blur of activity. I have said several times that I feel like a horse and a forklift. There have been great times with some family and friends but I’m afraid there were many more people that we just did not get a chance to see.
The house is empty, the garbage cans full. We are physically and mentally exhausted . It has been a real blessing to be at Mums house the last number of days. It has been a peaceful place of refuge for sure.
The boat club will be toasting us Friday evening after their corn boil and we will head out to the boat for the night. Early Saturday morning we will leave mooring and head for the slack at the reversing falls, which are predicted for 08:44. Then it is on to St Andrews for the first Leg of the trip.
As I reflect on what got me to the point of being ready to set off on this journey I realized there were many influencers and helpers along the way and I want to hold some of those up. Some are people, some are resources and some are ideas. I will try to begin at the beginning and talk about the people in my life that have inspired and instructed.
My Father, Garnet Phinney: From the very begining he was there pointing me in the right direction and providing instruction and experience around sailing, boat building and maintenance. He very much gave me the understanding that if you want it, you can have it, but you might have to do it yourself! He also introduced me to many people along the way who could help.
Bill Fearnhead: my fathers best friend and never very far away. Many of the instruct-able moments came with Bill. He was certainly my greatest influencer with respect to electronics and communications, outboard motors and general technical things.
My Grandfather, Reg Barbour: I supposed the first boat I ever saw was this flat bottom rowboat. He himself had a history of owning, repairing and sailing a number of boats. One of which we actually bought years later, rebuilt it and sailed it for several years.
Gerry Peer: If anyone knew how to do something right it was Gerry. He always set the highwater mark for craftsmanship and seamanship. The fact that he cruised his boat to the Bahamas and build several boats may well be part of the reason that I am doing it and have build several small boats. These things are doable, and should be done.
Stan Bustin: One day after spending several hours at Peers Cottage on Kennebecasis Island, we came home and decided to build a boat. This happened because Andrew had spent all his time rowing a boat back and forth in front of the cottage. I had not been on the water for years and this moment was an inspiration to get back to it. After I built the “Bill and Garnet”, and made a sailing rig for her, Stan approached me and said that any time I wanted to I could take his NorthWind “Seadog” out sailing. I must say with Stan’s encouragement I sailed his boat more than he did. I remember the summer before he passed away taking him out for one last sail. He was really not able to use the boat himself and it was a great privilege to sail with him down past Sandy point where he pointed out his old cottage and told many stories of sailing on Kennebecasis Bay.
I thought it it was time to test the fit of the new dinghy “little jimmy” on deck. I tried it a couple of ways but the best fit was upside down deflated Lots of room to walk around and easy to tie down. We will keep it on deck like this for any open water passages. Once we are in protected waterways we can tow it.
Today we made three trips with the trucks. Two to Andrew’s house with tools and workbenches and lights etc, to rebuild the shop and one to Mums house with general stuff for storage.
Yesterday was also a productive day as I found the leak in the water tank. The seal around the clean out port was blowen and every time we were on starboard tack it would dump most of its contents into the bilge .
The bilge pump pump was also not working well and I found a kink in the hose where I had put an anti syphon loop. I removed that and replaced it with a check valve that I had bought 2 years ago for that purpose!
I also changed out the hoses and mounted the big charcoal filter in it’s permanent location.
Here are some pics from the last week to show some of the things we are doing. It is a big job to move out of a house of 20 years and onto a 36 foot sailboat and retire all at the same time. During this month of August we have lots of projects. Here are a few.
The rest of the pics just show the piles of stuff that is getting sorted. Some goes to the boat. Some to my mums house and some to Nat’s and Andrews. Next week will be a big push to clear out many more things. My last official act as Rector if Renforth will be next Saturday as I perform a wedding ceremony for the son of a close friend.
This morning I finished stitching the ticking back together including installing a zipper at the head of the mattress. Got is slipped on and sipped closed easier than expected. Now all that is left is to build some covers for the triangles that go at the sides.
There is always a list. A dream list; a wish list;a honey-do list; and a must do in the next day list.
When you have hours and hours on passage it is very possible to knock off some of these items. Some sailors have also given over to the arts and written music, sharpened their skills; the art of scrimshaw and decorative rope work comes from long hours at sea.
It has probably been 10 years since I last ventured up the creek to the Mount House Ruins. My memory served me well as we paddled up the creek and found a likly spot to put to shore. We were only about 200 feet away from the old homestead.
Finding out our way back to the boats was a different story. I missed it be about 200 feet , Val found them