You might think that we have been insanely busy with
charters and hence have been neglecting the blog. In fact the days have been a strange mix of
really busy and pretty dead. Feast or
famine as Mike suggested.
Wednesday in the late afternoon, we went out with a couple
from England who had traveled to the US for the first time ever. On Thursday
afternoon we had initially scheduled a longer sail but revised that to a set of
three 2-hour trips. We didn’t get anyone
who wanted to go out. Friday was another
picture altogether. Mike had two morning
trips on the Ruth. We knew we had a
party of six for out 3:30 sail as they had booked well in advance. We took them out in decent winds for a nice
sail toward the south-west (taking advantage of the rare easterly wind). These people were a subset of a family gathering
of 17 people. They had come to Sebasco
to celebrate the patriarch’s 75th birthday. Later that evening we took a party of five
out for a sunset sail. By 9pm when we
had the boat back on the mooring, we were pretty tuckered out.
Today, Mike had three trips on the “Ruth”, including the
first pirate cruise of the season. The resort seems to find an employee willing
to dress up as The Pirate. His costume
consists of a tri-corner hat, red jacket, eye patch (naturally) and funny
trousers. I’m not quite sure what story
he tells the kids but he has a “map” that’s one clue to finding the
treasure. The children use the map to
figure out that the next clue is on a buoy in the harbor. From this buoy they get another map with the
location of the treasure. This leads
them to the island (Harbor Island) across from the resort. I hear the treasure is in an old chest and
they scatter some plastic bones along the path to the chest. I didn’t hear too much about the trip from
Mike other than is was “chaos”.
Today’s one trip for Cotinga wasn’t booked. We went into Bath to do grocery shopping
while we could. Tomorrow some horrible
weather is headed our way. The winds are
forecast to be about 25 knots gusting to 30.
The seas are predicted to be 9 feet.
It’s time to batten down the hatches and say our prayers. (Maybe we
should take some sea-sickness medication as well.)
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