Yesterday was Benny and Tamara's birthday. We celebrated by taking Benny out to dinner in an Indian restaurant with his aunt, uncle and cousin, and then went to a vegan bakery known for their deserts.
|With Ann's brother Michael, his wife Amy, and of course cute little Rebecca|
|Dingy ride with Amy and Rebecca|
|Day 10 route from Providence to Martha's Vineyard|
|Pulling out of our marina near Providence|
|Entering the Bay South of Providence to head to Martha's Vineyard|
We passed some beautiful scenery. I love all the lighthouses and bridges around here.
|Beautiful lighthouse with a bridge behind it|
|Swan swims next to Sababa|
Of course, the most valuable piece of equipment in this situation is radar, and I am fortunate to have taken a 2 day intensive course on radar and AIS at the Annapolis School of Seamanship last year. So, I fired up the radar, and I got an error message. The radar could not work. Communication error. Seriously?!? I had used the radar every day on this trip, and I did not really need it, but we never had a problem. Today, it was an essential safety tool, and it did not work! I went down below to the main helm, put the boat completely in neutral so we floated, sounded the horn as I worked and did my best to get the communication working. I rebooted all the equipment, tried a few variations on the startup routine because I figured it had something to do with the order that things booted, and finally it worked!
|Radar showed me where other boats were and helped us stay safe in the fog|
|Visibility was only a couple hundred feet most of the day|
Once we got to Oaks Bluff, our destination on Martha's Vineyard, we pulled into a harbor, and I drove around looking for the marina. I could not find it, so I radioed in on VHF 71 that they monitor, and I was told that the slip is along the outside wall of the harbor. In fact this is no marina, but just a bunch of pilings across along a busy sidewalk. Yikes! I've never docked in anything like this, and my crew had no idea how to do it either. The dockmaster told me I could go bow in, but that would have resulted in absolutely no way to get off the boat. So, I went stern in, and as I approached the pair of pilings, while yelling instructions to Ann, Elana, and Benny on how to tie a loop and attach the lines to the pilings for a spring line, I became uneasy with the distance between the pilings. They looked too close together. I stopped and asked the dockhand who had arrived what the distance was, and he asked me to hold on while he radioed it in. He came back with 17 feet. Well, our beam is 16 feet. That gave me 6 inches on each side. Yikes.
Well, Sababa handles great, and there was no wind or current, so I drove from the stern cockpit and kept myself as close to the starboard side piling as I could without hitting it. The dockhand kept repeating that I was okay on my port side, so I managed to get in safely. Meanwhile, my crew had managed to secure a spring line to the boat after attaching a loop over the pilings. The dockhand and I got the stern lines secured, criss crossing under the dingy, and we were all set. I wasn't too happy with the mid ship pilings being the only support and no bow lines, but there really wasn't much choice. We added fenders at each piling, and the boat is actually touching both fenders to the pilings at the same time. That's how tight our slip is. Really not meant for a boat this size, and we're the only one here that doesn't have bow lines connected. I guess it will work for one night. Don't love it, but don't see much choice. I kept an eye on the fenders because there is a 2 foot tide here, and sure enough the starboard one got loose and moved away from the fender. With the help of the guy in the boat next to mine, we tied the fender to the piling instead of the boat, and that should hold.
|Tied up in Martha's Vineyard. Not my favorite setup, but it is what it is. Getting on and |
off the boat has been a bit of a challenge, but there is a ladder on the dock that helps.
|Benny in front of some gingerbread houses|
|Lighthouse in Edgartown|
|Martha's Vineyard ferry at dusk. Three lines of cars waiting to board.|