“Looks like you got your main sail stuck.” Clif Payne greeted Joe at the dock on Wednesday morning. We had motored into the Great Salt Pond the night before with our main sail tied up in a strange square shape around the mast because it wouldn’t come down properly. After a short, but solid, night’s sleep, Joe had stepped off the boat in search of coffee for me and assistance for Cygnet’s various ailments. “You noticed that, hunh?” Joe replied cheekily to Clif’s statement. “I might need to find someone to send me up in a bosun’s chair to fix it, so my wife doesn’t have to hoist me up.”…
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Black Dog Wharf and the Oil Leak
When traveling the high seas in a 64 year old boat, it is great if your sailing companion is not only a good captain, but an expert woodworker, engineer, and mechanic. Luckily, my husband is all of those things. He’s also very attentive to my coffee needs. Another bonus! After tying up at Black Dog Wharf, Joe topped off the fuel in the engine and then checked the oil. It didn’t register on the dipstick so he walked to the Shell station and got some oil to add to the engine. He had to add 6.5 quarts of oil which could only mean one thing. We were leaking some serious…
