Log 2: Annapolis to Annapolis!

Sunday, November 2nd. Andy writes:
Guess what… we're still in Annapolis… still sans new prop shaft! To be more accurate, the new shaft and coupling are in John's
office rather than being in their rightful place on Amida.

We are waiting, and have been for a whole week, for the Oyster (55 or 56ft) on which John is working to be put back into the
water so we can be pulled and the new shaft installed. This was supposed to happen on Tuesday initially, but was delayed for a
day, then another day, and so on. I really thought we'd be out on Friday, but that didn't happen. John said they were almost
done, so I figured Saturday would be the day. No sir… and no work is being done in the yard today, so, hopefully tomorrow will
get the work started and we can leave on Tuesday.

The plan is for John to install the new shaft, repack the stuffing box, and do a preliminary alignment. Chris will then come down
to check it and make the final adjustments once we are back in the water.
By the way, John has already replaced the badly worn cutless bearing, which had only 150 hours on it. More evidence of a
misaligned shaft.

It's hard to believe we have been here almost two weeks… doesn't at all feel that long! Maybe we are getting used to the
cruising style, where time really does not have much meaning. I mean, does it really matter if we leave today or tomorrow or
the day after..? Actually, the only thing pushing for an earlier rather than later departure is that it is getting cold at night and I
read in a local sailing rag that those who leave after the Boat Show are likely to encounter frost somewhere along the way to
Florida. That thought spurred me into lighting our diesel heater, something we had never done before, to test that it worked.
This turned out to be a good idea, as it didn't! It started to leak fuel, which we caught in a pan. It wasn't a major leak, of
Titanic proportions, but rather a drip, drip, drip. This was enough, however, to make the cabin reek… and may have become a
fire hazard, so it was a good idea we had prepared one of the fire extinguishers to be ready for instant deployment! Actually, I
played around with the valve for a while, thinking that perhaps if I turned it down to Low, it might solve the problem. It didn't. I
turned it to Off, and it still dripped. Meanwhile the guage showed the temperature to be steadily rising till it was almost off the
scale, at 500 degrees! This was becoming literally too hot to handle, so I admitted defeat and opened up the air valve to
release the pressure. The flame died, but the dripping went on, and on, and on… It was time to put the old thinking cap on and
try to figure out what was
happening. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that it had to be a faulty fuel valve, though what
now to do with that hypothesis, as I had never ever seen the inside of such a beast. I asked John if he had experience with
diesel heaters. He hadn't and didn't seem inclined to acquire such skills. There was no alternative but to try and do it myself.
So, with some trepidation, I started to undo the screws that held the valve in place. At least that gave me a sense of
accomplishment… nothing better than to see a bunch of screws lying around to make you feel you are making progress.
Eventually, I undid enough of them to end up with the valve in my hand. Its construction looked pretty simple, with very few
moving parts… but how the @#$% did it work, and why had it stopped doing so? Staring fiercely at it for long enough
eventually persuaded it to divulge its secret. It had to be an O-ring that looked to be pretty squished and flat, which is how
they probably get after 25 years of being compressed. Still, where to get a replacement, as it was less than ¼" OD? Ah, John
will no doubt know. Seeing, however, that he was not a diesel heater expert, he didn't, so I went into town to the two
chandleries. No luck… they had O-rings, but nothing that small. Each pointed to the other as a place I should try. Last on the
list was a hardware store. It looked like one of the old Home Hardware kind of stores, rather than a Home Depot, so I really
didn't expect any success. But, yes, they did have O-rings… and wonder of wonders, had one that looked to be the right size!
Back on the boat, I installed it, tightened the screws, pumped the day tank to create fuel pressure, lit the heater, and… it still
leaked! Rats! Discouraged, I figured I'd try tightening the screws, and BINGO! No more leaks and the temperature, was now
controllable. Success and a major one at that, and a good excuse to celebrate with a glass, or three, of wine!!! Not that we
need many excuses for the wine. We're going through our stock at a fair clip but one of the good, and cheap, brands is of US
origin, Sutter Home from California, which can be purchased pretty much everywhere and costs only US$5.99 a bottle.

Next day we lazed around all day, reading, as it was pouring rain. I had acquired a book from somewhere, by Elizabeth
George, an author of whom I had not previously heard. The book, In the Presence of the Enemy, is fantastic! She writes
wonderfully well and the plot is entirely believable and riveting. Best of all, she has written some seven or eight other ones
which we can buy along the way. Reading is a main source of entertainment so it is great to find a new author. I've also
finished the Lou Gerstner book, autographed by the man himself, a retirement present from my friends in the US, about his
time at IBM, entitled, Who Says Elephants Can't Dance. Interesting reading… though I object to some of his points of view
about what he found when he first came to be CEO. I briefly contemplated writing him a note telling him why he was wrong,
but decided it was probably a waste of both his and my time. I mean, he was the CEO and I wasn't, ergo he, not I, was right.

After this whole day of rest and relaxation, it was time to tackle the next major problem, namely the head (toilet to the land
lubbers!) holding tank, which was refusing to relinquish all of its' hoard, at pump out time. Indeed, the tank would emit a groan
from time to time during that process. Obviously, this is a problem with the air vent, right? But I had already blown it and
vacuumed it clear twice since September and putting my lips around it one more time was not something to which I was really
looking forward. But Marilyn was even less eager… no, she down-right refused… and someone had to do it? How about John
then? He decided he was exceedingly busy and needed to work on the Oyster, so I got the vote. This is a good point in time to
mention that the Annapolis trades must be rolling in it, money, that is. I had called a couple of companies that appeared under
the Plumbing section of the Ports Book and left messages and they had not even called back. The same had happened when I
called a couple that dealt with Electronics. Hate being ignored. Maybe if I had a 55 or 56 ft Oyster I'd be getting their
attention…

The holding tank is under the V-berths and this means the bedding and mattress need to be removed first… nothing is simple
on a boat… then lift the board to expose the tank and its attached hoses and discover that there's a major dent in the top of
the stainless steel tank. One of the aforementioned groans had actually been a minor implosion! OK, undo the clamp around
the air vent hose… fight to get the hose off the barb, ready for the sudden release which jerks your hand away and makes it
collide with the nearby object, which somehow is always sharp. Emit blue words… lick blood off newly acquired boar bite…
clean off end of hose... look at it with disgust… insert into mouth and remembering to blow, not suck, give it a quick one. Aha,
there was some resistance, but not much… Get vacuum cleaner around the hose and run it for a couple of minutes… OK. That
should be good. Somehow, however, there's a nagging feeling that all is not right but I cannot figure out what it might be. I
mean, why should it work this time when it hasn't the previous three? Anyway, time to give it a test. We call the Loo Boat on
Channel 17 and it shows up thirty minutes later with two elderly gentlemen on board. I tell them they must have done
something good to get this plumb job! We connect the hose to the outlet, let it rip, and see horrible brown liquid coming
through the clear section of the hose. Great idea, that, to have a clear bit. Someone should table the suggestion at the NYC
Annual General Meeting…
After a minute or so, there's no more liquid, but the tank has groaned again. This is definitely not a good sign, as I had never
reconnected the air vent hose! What is going on here???? I put my finger on the end of the vent fitting on the tank and feel
vacuum building then being released when I take my finger off. This is how it's supposed to work! Except there is less vacuum
than I had expected to find… interesting… We turn of the pump, take it out of the deck outlet and hear air rushing in. Bad sign.
We run through the whole cycle one more time and some more horrible brown liquid comes through. I pay the two gents the
$5 for the privilege and off they putter. I, in the meantime, am now thinking there is a really serious problem inside the tank.
It's time to accept defeat, call in the experts, and get ready to pay the big bucks. Before I do that, I decide to try to unscrew
the brass vent fitting from the tank. Surprisingly, the wrench moves it quite easily and off it comes. I turn it upside down and,
holy mackerel, see that opening is completely clogged! Eureka!!!! It appears that we, or perhaps even the previous owner, had
put some kind of expensive-head-smell-clearing-wonder-powder and it had not dissolved but rather ended up clogging up the
vent. It's easily cleaned up, Teflon tape wrapped around it to prevent leakage via the threads, and replaced into the tank. Then
the vent hose gets clamped back on and a test shows all appears to be well. We'll find out for sure in a couple of weeks when
the tank is full and needs to be pumped out again. Lots of evil liquid and the absence of groans will signify success! In the
meantime, another major problem solved, and it's time to celebrate!

Now, I'm sure quite a few of you knew all along what the problem was and could have saved me a lot of time, effort, and
aggravation. But there's a huge, huge high to be obtained from this kind of problem solving, and besides, what else is there to
do as a cruiser?

We did try to be tourists and visit the Naval Academy but got turned away from the gate as Marilyn did not have ID. It was
hard to understand why a piece of plastic determined entry.
I had mine and would have been let in, and could have had a couple of pounds of Semtex in my backpack! Go figure. The
Academy students look so, so, so young. I can't imagine them having to fight in a war. So, we go to the Internet Café, sign on
and read our mail, then I go to the BBC Sports site to get up to date on Manchester United and Formula One results. Double
bad news! United managed to lose at home to, of all teams, Fulham, while my least favourite driver, Schumi, has apparently
won the Championship, yet again, and Jacques V appears to be without a car to drive next year.

We get into "our" car and drive out to do some shopping… boat things need to be purchase, like a pair of speakers so I don't
have to keep taking the one pair that we have, in then out then in gain. We end up with a pair of Bose 161s which are already
installed and sound great! We pick up the sail that Christine sent via FedEx and check out a couple of telco offices for their
wireless access plan rates. Our newly found friends on Liberty had one from Sprint that had US-wide coverage with no
roaming, 200 or 300 minutes of prime calling time and unlimited access after 9pm and during the weekends. They had also
purchased a cable and some software from Radio Shack that enabled them to use the phone as a modem for Internet access.
I'd like those features… I hate to think what our next Bell Mobility bill will look like, with all the calls being charged at a
Roaming rate. We'll have to call them and see if there is a better plan… perhaps with Internet access? That way I can
check up
on Man United more often!

In the Mall we find a book store and buy half a dozen to stock up the library, find a CD store and buy a couple of DVDs, and go
to see a movie. An Expensive Day!

One last project, aka problem, needs to be tackled, namely the diesel tank filling process. This is, presently, very frustrating,
as I have to keep the fill speed at absolute minimum and, even then, the fuel refuses to go down in an appropriate way. I
mean it just will not behave!
I have already blown out the tank air vent (I'm fast becoming an expert on these!) and taken out a swale (ditto) in the fill
hose. I think the swale in the air vent hose is the culprit. This means I need to transform myself into a pretzel in order to climb
into the starboard rear lazarette in order to figure out how to simplify the routing of the vent hose. I do this and discover that it
must have been installed by a committee. A stbd side hull fitting has a ½" copper pipe that leads up into a loop, to avoid water
ingress, then heads way forward, becoming a 5/8 hose which goes to a check valve then reverses direction and climbs up to
reach the top of the tank where it enters a fitting at its rear, port side, end! That's probably 12 feet of pipe and hose to cover a
distance of 5 ft. I decide that the only solution is to install a new vent fitting in the hull on the rear port side, which means
drilling a hole in the hull, ouch - I hate doing that, and take a new length of hose from there to the rear end of the tank. I can
route it so there is a loop just inside the hull and then it goes downhill from there, with NO swales to trap errant thereby
blocking air flow. I also decide to eliminate the check valve on the basis that no only might it be stopping fuel from reaching
the outside water in the (unlikely) event that we overfilled the tank but it might also be stopping the air from escaping! Doing
all this has taken up most of the day today. It has been very warm and sunny and we saw lots of sailboats going out down Spa
Creek. November 2nd and quite a few shorts around, even the odd bikini on a couple of boats, as I managed to notice. Marilyn
has been varnishing the drop boards and handrails for a couple of days now, as these are perfect conditions for that task. She
is also waging fierce war on dirt. Funny, though not really so, how you can clean a boat deck and the first steps on it
immediately reverts it back to its previous condition. We didn't really notice this before as we had the grey Vetus non-skid stuff
on the decks and that did a wonderful job of masking the dirt!

We talked to Jack and his wife, Deb. They are also waiting for John to get his act together. In their case, the issue is water, or
rather lack of it, at the dockside. They are live-aboards, and want to do their weekly wash. Deb made the understatement of
the moment, saying we were not in a full-service Marina. At least John was clean-shaven today. Normally he walks around with
three of four days worth of growth and follows my habit of wearing the same T-shirt till the job is finished, or until Marilyn tells
me to get a fresh one on. She's now reading the Liz George book and enjoying it as much as I did. The same CD has been
repeating itself for the third time, but it's a recording of Andrea Bocelli, playing through the new Bose's!

The weather forecast is for more warm weather for the next couple of days, with little wind.
Assuming we'll leave on Tuesday, we'll likely be motor-sailing, again!

Before I finish writing let me admit to a couple of foolish things I have done recently:
Back in Toronto, I spotted a hole in the bottom of the stbd lazarette and, thinking that it was where the old engine's mechanical
kill-switch used to be, filled it up with epoxy. When I was working on the diesel fuel tank air vent, I noticed that in that same
general area, underneath the lazarette, there emerged a hose that connected to a thru-hull. The penny immediately dropped! I
had plugged the drain hole that is supposed to be in a propane locker! Oops!!!
Luckily, I was able to drill out the plug quite easily.

Secondly, I decided to check battery fluid levels today. One had them a little lower that proscribed, so I got out the jug of
electrolyte and filled up, but managed to overfill. So, rather stupidly, I took out a length of hose and carefully sucked, thinking
I'd get a little of the fluid out, which I could then discard. Unfortunately, I guess I sucked a little too hard (too much practice I
think) and found my mouth tasting of battery acid! You have never seen me move so fast.. to the galley sink, where I spat it
out and rinsed with fresh water. Luckily, no damage was done, but tomorrow, I plan on purchasing a small hand siphon
pump!..better that than a new set of teeth.

I can see the moon through the open hatch. Life is good… and we don't have to go to the office tomorrow… sorry to rub it in
folks!… bye for now.

Marilyn here:…well at this point you might be asking, so what's Marilyn been doing all this time? Driving the Lincoln…. first to
the Laundromat . Yes, Rush... the Laundromat! Up to now there have been washers and dryers at the Marinas (not cheap
either) so, no problem but of course Petrini's is not a Marina, as Jack says… it's a boat yard. So off I go in search of a real
honest to goodness Laundromat. So when was the last time you were in one of those?
Welcome to 2003…there are 3 sizes of machine, with special compartments for adding pre-wash stuff, bleach , fabric softener
etc etc etc …you don't just put in the soap, your quarters and away you go. Times have changed. This particular place had a
lady who will do your laundry for you if you want, but I decided that I would tackle this on my own …however she did provide a
valuable service of telling me what size machine I should use in order not to spend more that I should. Service! Now, not only
did they have all these high tech machines but they also had a big screen TV. Great... haven't see a show since we left…(we
won't count Friends on DVD). However, once I get the laundry all set, I look up and what's on the tube…kids cartoons!!… Now
how many kids do you know who do laundry? Enough said.

Next it was out to do the grocery shopping and hit the liquor store, among other stops. This was on Saturday. Yes, yes, I know,
don't shop on Saturday …too busy, too much traffic…however "they" were supposed to haul the boat and get everything done
so we thought we would be leaving on Sunday, but as you know we are still here. Shopping was no big deal except of course
they don't have Loblaws, or anything like it, in the US. What's with this? You would expect the US to have great grocery
stores….but noooooo. And get this meat is cheap (relatively) but produce is expensive, and the selection is dreadful …go figure.

In addition to being out and about in the Lincoln, I've been cleaning up after Andy. At one point the other day the boat looked
like it did before we left …tools and stuff everywhere. But as Andy has said, we have managed to get lots of things fixed,
moved around, cleaned up varnished and, in general, ship shape.

After reading through what Andy has written I wonder what those of you who are not sailors are thinking. I am sure you can't
understand half of this …like when we computer folks start talking about computers …a foreign language. Hopefully when we
get underway again our stories will be more about what we are seeing and less about boat challenges. Also back to the silver
lining thing … since we are here in Annapolis after Nov 1st there is this local bar ..McGarvies…that has oysters for $3.00 a
dozen from 4 - 6:00 pm starting Nov 1! I am in Haven!

November 4th, 2pm. Andy writes:
I have smoke coming out of my ears, I am so MAD. Right now, being back in the office would be a far, far better place to be!
Chris, the engine guy, has just left. He tried to do the alignment and gave up because the (new) engine mounts are too high
and there is insufficient play in them to do the job, ie they are bottomed out and need to be even lower in order to line up the
shaft correctly. This means… new mounts! This outcome had been one I had been dreading for the past few days… Murphy has
been working overtime!!! I hate to even think what the final bill will come to… two haulouts, new cutless bearing, new shaft,
new mounts, docking fees, labour… Ouch! Chris ordered the new mounts moments ago and they will arrive tomorrow
afternoon, so he won't be back to install them till perhaps late Thursday as he has a job booked for that morning, or even
Friday, so we will now be here till Saturday.

He is a knowledgeable, and very nice, older, guy. Marilyn fed him lunch, in keeping with our philosophy of keeping on the best
terms with the trades as we possibly can. Treat them well, and there's a better chance they will do the same for you.

We've decided to take a break from all of this nonsense, have a shower, and head into town where we can upload this onto the
site, read about ManU and then adjourn to the pub at 4pm for their "$3.00 oyster" special, then maybe a movie.


Nov 10 Andy writes:
A few pleasant days are behind us… we are anchored, with only one other boat for company at least for now, in Sandy Hook,
about 90 miles south of Annapolis.
We left the, so called, Sailing Capital of the USA, on Saturday morning. Mind you, our start was not as early as we had hoped
as we had to stow the dinghy, wait for the Spa Creek Bridge to open, and fill up with diesel before we could set sail. It was
some 10:30 before this all happened.

We had settled the bill with John the previous day and it was BIG. The new prop shaft and associated coupling alone were
some US$700. Chris had come over to install the new mounts and do the alignment. I took the opportunity of him being on
board to have the cylinder retorqued and the valves adjusted, all the time watching like a hawk so that, just maybe, I can do
that myself the next time. Or, probably, attempt to do it and then call Chris' equivalent, wherever we may be at the time, to fix
the mess!

One item to celebrate… filling the diesel tank worked perfectly! Such a good feeling when a problem is fixed, especially one
that required a new hole in the hull. Actually, two problems are behind us, as the Autohelm also works now… such a boon, not
to have to sit and hold the wheel all day.

The weather was beautiful… blue sky, though the wind was a little chilly and too much from the north. This is what the local
radio station calls a Canadian front. We put up the main first and were moving at over 6.5 knots. The Genoa was not too
helpful, being blanketed by the main. We briefly considered wing-on-wing or putting out a whisker pole, but decided it was too
much effort so the Genoa was pretty much furled in 90%.

Our "best case" destination was planned to be Solomon's Island. Apparently, this is a premier destination of the Annapolis
sailors, being some 45 miles away and apparently a quaint place. I was doubtful we would make it due to our later than
optimal start time and the early onset of dusk these days. After a while, however, the wind died so the engine went on and we
started to make up time. Even so, we figured it would quite dark by the time we arrived and there weren't many options for
stopping earlier. So we phoned a marina to make a reservation and got directions, which turned out to be invaluable.

Before we arrived, however, we managed a couple of adventures. Nick de M will fall off his chair reading about the first one. I
had gone below to do some route planning on the computer, and it took me a while, as I am still learning the navigation
software (MaxSea).
I zoomed out until I had the whole segment of the route on a single screen, inserted the 'current' and 'to' waypoints and
obtained the heading and distance. Now, I still haven't figured out how to send the waypoint / route data from the computer to
the chartplotter. MaxSea tells me the data has been uploaded but the chartplotter does not ever seem to acknowledge its
receipt. The bits disappear somewhere along the way. So, I poked my head up to tell Marilyn the course to steer and a few
minutes later went to take over the wheel. Just at that time, we looked at the chartplotter itself and discovered this selected
course was about to take us into 3ft of water!!!

Now, I remember Nick recounting the exact same scenario during the Nav Class he taught and, at the time, I also remember
thinking that one would have to be a real dummy to make that particular mistake. OK, OK, OK, I am wearing the Dummy Hat…
and you can laugh, until it happens to you, as it will sooner or later! Luckily, we (OK, it was actually Marilyn) caught it in time
and we avoided another call to Tow Boat US. That would have been really embarrassing, to say the least. You need to keep a
sharp eye out on the Chesapeake, as it is not at all like Lake Ontario. Stray away from the marked channel and you can end
up in trouble really quickly.

The second adventure occurred after dark. We were making good time and I was cutting a few corners to ensure a speedy
arrival. One of these involved motor sailing near a tied up freighter. I figured I was a couple of hundred feet away, which was
plenty. Apparently not. This was not any old looking freighter but rather an oil tanker and it was offloading fuel, even though
one could not readily see any pipe taking the fuel ashore. Marilyn mentioned that we might want to be a little further away, but
I stayed my course. We passed it safely but suddenly I saw a boat approaching us with its blue lights flashing. My first reaction
was that there was someone in trouble and said boat was dashing to its rescue. Plausible explanation, I think, when you have a
hollow feeling that we were the said boat in trouble. It was indeed a US Coast Guard vessel. It approached from our stern and
matched our speed as we were observed. I think we passed the racial profiling test as it then came closer and a dark figure
hailed me as, "Captain". The American authorities are very courteous. The lock operators, Tow Boat US, now the Coast Guard,
and even marina operators, all refer to you as Cap'n. Warms the cockles of the heart, it does, and puffs up the old chest.

The Cap'n was then told that there was a 500 yard restricted zone around an offloading tanker. I quickly decided an apologetic
and deferential attitude was probably the winning strategy and mumbled that I was not aware of this and promised faithfully I
would never, ever do it again. This seemed to placate them and rather then being boarded, which I half expected, they
zoomed back, probably because the football game was on TV. I did, however, yet one more time, vow to look more carefully
at the charts in future, which I did today when I noticed an area described as, "Bombing Area". This was not something I
wanted to put to test.

As expected we reached Solomon's Island after dark and found our way around various flashing marks towards the marina. It
had the fairly typical Chesapeake mooring of a couple of piles sticking out of the water and a short finger dock, except for the
end ones which had a full length dock as well as the piles. In the dark, however, this all looked quite tricky and we slowly
circled, spotlight in hand, trying to figure out the lay of the land. The wheel was in my uncertain hands as we made our final
approach and managed to stop approximately in the right place. In the light of the following morning, it looked ridiculously
easy!

I almost forgot to tell you that the reason we decided to stay at a marina, yet again, rather than anchor, was that the weather
forecast called for a Canadian temperature for the night, of something just above 20F and we wanted the electric, rather than
the diesel, heater to keep the boat warm enough to be able to sleep without teeth chattering.

That night we observed the eclipse of the moon. The sky was cloudless, the moon full, so this was a wonderful, if short,
experience. Next morning was bright and brisk, blue sky, no clouds and almost no wind. We decided to stay put for another 24
hours and go ashore to visit Solomon's Island. As Skipper Bob's Marina Guidebook made mention of a Mobil Gas station that
also sold propane, I decided to go and fill our tank, even though it was not, likely, at its last gasp of gas, as propane is not as
easily found as one might imagine.
Taking the tank out is a bit of a pain but, finally, all was ready for taking the outboard engine off the stern rail, lowering it into
place in the dinghy, attaching the as tank, etc, etc, and off we set. About 15 minutes later we discovered that we had left the
propane tank in the cockpit well, so with a few ripe words, returned, pick it up and headed off again. The local Holiday Inn
charged $1 for tying up the dinghy at their dock, which wasn't such a bad deal as the gas station was apparently a mere 5
minutes away. We got to the main road and had to decide whether to turn left or right, so I asked Marilyn to pop into one of
the stores and ask, as guys don't do that sort of thing.

She came out shaking her head and told me that the spot on which I was standing had indeed at one time been a Mobil station,
which had been razed to the ground, and the closest propane was some three miles away. That meant I had to retrace my
steps to the dinghy dock, secure the propane tank, and come back. Not a particularly successful venture so far! The good news
was that the little mall right next to the now defunct gas station contained a gourmet grocery store (that had Christmas Fruit
Cake! …November is not too early is it?) which we decided to shop in on our way back. Also, there just happened to be a West
Marine store which I had to visit, even though there was nothing we needed to buy. I had, however, been pondering about
propane as we walked. So, what if we run out of propane… we have a number of bottles (camping size) but their end fitting is
different from the big bottle. Wonder if there is some kind of adaptor? Guess what, for a mere US$23.00, W.M had such a
beast! So, now we have a backup system and running out won't be a problem.

We walked the mile or so to the "centre" of town and discovered that it really didn't have much to offer. The Antique store
didn't have any, except for a few old wooden boxes. There were a bunch of craft stores with tourist nick-nacks, definitely not
my favourite, and quite a few restaurants, as well as the obligatory fishing tackle store, with live bait.
I guess if you're a power boat owner in Annapolis, you zoom down on Saturday, have cocktails aboard, head off to a
restaurant for a meal, sleep in comfort back on board, and zoom back home on Sunday.

Sunday night was even colder than Saturday's and we were met with frost on the ground as we headed off for our morning
shower. I managed to get most of the hot water and Marilyn was left with tepid-heading-towards-cold! She was not a happy
camper!
We left the dock at 8am, a record, and headed back into the main channel. No wind at all, so we motored all day and here we
are, anchored safely, a delicious chicken with Parmesan cheese recipe simmering on the stove giving off wondrous odours, a
glass of wine at the ready, diesel heater keeping us toasty warm (another problem licked!), and the Moody Blues coming
through the Bose's. It is just 7pm, but it's pitch black outside, so maybe we'll run an episode of Cheers on the TPad and retire
early… Life is sweet, but you know that already, right, especially the bit about the office, so I won't rub it in.

It's still a little far to Norfolk, over 60 miles, so we'll make another stop along the way and get there on Wednesday. Bye for
now…

Marilyn here…I have to add a few things …when we set out from Annapolis not only did we have most of our problems licked
but we had 3 coats of Cetol on the new hatch boards, 2 on the grab rails and a sparkling hull. When John took the boat out of
the water to put in the new prop (at 4:00 PM!) I quickly got out the cleaning supplies to do "a little light dusting". There was an
ugly scum on the water line and all kinds of scuff makes left from the fenders rubbing while going through the locks. Before
long it was dark and I was still working and so was John….by car head lights. Reminiscent of many a launch prep at the
National!

Now I also have to introduce you to a new character in our saga …AL…We were introduced to AL by Chris the diesel engine
magician. AL, is the character we all recognize, who knows everything about everything and has the solution to every problem
and the tool to fix it with ….actually I think AL is really synonymous with "they"...you know, "they"…as in "they" say you should
do this or that. Anyway, I have a feeling we will be seeing a lot of AL, I am sure he and Murphy are very close friends.

A word of advice for those who may follow us: How to make a 50 cent profit. After paying the $1.00 to dock the dingy at the
Holiday Inn, go through the lobby of the hotel and pick up a free newspaper so you don't have pay $1.50 in the local store.
Hind sight is always 20/20.

It's so nice to have most of the wrinkles worked out now. We can now relax a bit and enjoy the scenery and get into a rhythm.
Today we were actually at anchor in the day light and had time for a cocktail before I even though about making dinner. I
have decided that I am going to dive into my cook books and get out of the rut I have been in for that last few years and
embark on a culinary adventure as well…note Andy's comment about the "wondrous odours"….chicken parmesan….it was great
if I say so myself.

Oh yes one more thing, Brian we gave a bottle of the Red Rooster, Chardonnay to Jack and Deb to say thanks for the use of
the Lincoln. We thought a bottle of Canadian wine would be a nice touch. The only problem is we are running out, leaving us
with the boxed Magnotta Plonk …however it is not that bad really. Actually we do have some Sutter Home left so we are not yet
without options (thanks Rochelle and Howie for introducing us to it!)

All for now...hope all is well with you!


History Log: Season 2004
Amida travels from Toronto to Trinidad.
Our first years adventure.