Well, perhaps sailing solo is a bit of an exaggeration. With Rebecca having departed Georgetown yesterday bound for wintery Canada, ZTC is now extremely shorthanded. Barring any unforeseen weather anomaly though, the boat will stay put exactly where we anchored her, just off Volleyball Beach, so there will be no actual sailing going on.
While Rebecca is with her family, I am going to try to do as much of the prep work as I can to get ZTC ready to bug out of here when she returns. We each have a big list; mine full of boat chores and Rebecca’s full of things to purchase. The much-needed charts that we have been going on and on about are there waiting to be brought back to us. They, along with a dozen other things, both large and small, will be tucked away in her luggage when she returns to Georgetown on Valentine’s Day.
As for the sailing solo thing, we have met a great number of solo sailors since starting our journey. Interestingly, almost all of them have been men but we have heard of at least one woman who single-handed her boat down to Georgetown. Coincidentally, Livia, on s/v Estralita, recently wrote on her blog about single handing their boat. With our self-tacking jib rigged and all lines led back to the cockpit, our boat would be easier than most to sail by one’s self but that doesn’t mean that I want to try it yet. When all is well, it would be cool but when things go wrong, which they have a tendency to do all too frequently, having the two of us on board is more a necessity than a luxury. For this reason, if I do have to move the boat for any reason other than a get-the-anchor-up-right-this-second kind of emergency, I’ll be asking one of our buddies here to come on board and lend a hand.
Why you should NOT anchor in the shipping channel.
There was a bit of a “fire drill” going on this particular morning as boats hurried to move out of the way of these ships. The larger one actually ran aground a bit trying to avoid them.
This guy found that the water was especially shallow here!
More exploring on the eastern coast of Stocking Island.
Rebecca with our friend, Cass.
One of two local beers, the other being Kalik.
We even found a sports bar for the Super Bowl. We were cheering for the Steelers only because we knew that our friends Bill and Ana would be.
They have trained their little dog to growl when you say “Packers.”
Showering on the tramp keeps the moisture out of the boat,
and gives the neighbors something to look at.
Words to live by!
I miss you already, Rebecca!