We woke up on Sunday with our boats still rafted together… and wet carpet.
When we had first arrived at Decatur, the carpet was slightly damp, but I thought it was from Tucker spilling his water.
That wasn’t it.
The carpet had proceeded to get soaked over night and when I went to check the bilge pump, I realized that it had gotten turned off… my guess is that someone, maybe me, leaned against the panel and flipped the switch at some point.
I had long since quit being paranoid and flipping it to manual every day just to make sure it was working. So, over the past few weeks, water had collected in the bilge and then made it’s way up during our voyage over to Decatur the day before…
We had some very soggy carpet by Sunday morning.
However, that was nothing compared to what was to come!
Sunday afternoon the winds kicked up and Chris and I decided it was time to separate our boats and for me to anchor out separately.
We got everything prepared, and when I went to start the engine, the key basically folded in half on itself and broke in two pieces. I had tried to get a copy made after I purchased the boat, but the hardware store in Friday Harbor wasn’t able to do it. And, in the key’s defense, it is like 37 years-old… but still, it could’ve picked a better time to break.
So, we went ahead and separated and attempted to use the now very uncomfortable winds to set the anchor.
And in the end, we were unsuccessful.
Chris was heading back to his boat in the dinghy when we realized my anchor was dragging quite rapidly and the boat was heading towards the beach. He grabbed a line and tied it off to the nearest mooring buoy.
Crisis averted… we hoped.
We then packed up bags to head to the shore for the rest of the day and to spend the night while the wind blew itself out.
I packed up all of my electronics since they all needed to be charged and I don’t currently have an inverter on my boat.
We took the dinghy to the dock, and by this time the wind was blowing 40. Needless to say, we were soaked.
Chris’ phone got irreparably damaged in the short ride to the dock and my battery packs and tablet got damaged enough to decide they wouldn’t charge. My phone developed some interesting quirks, but was still usable.
I changed into my PJs when we got to the property, hung my clothes up to dry, and decided the only thing left to do at this point was take a nap.
Being that it was Sunday, we drove down to the beach that evening where I can get a decent cell signal and camped out on an air mattress in the back of the truck with my laptop and hot spot to watch that evening’s Game of Thrones episode… it was a nice way to end a very stressful day!