Just the Three of Us
Ever since Mommy left, its just been the three of us on the boat. This hasn't been a problem, since we haven't moved the boat since Mom left. Until today that is. This morning we took in the second anchor, made the boat ready to leave, and headed for Petite Martinique. We needed to get fuel there, and had been planning on going there for some time. Pulling up the primary anchor was a challenge. It was just Rigel and I, and although we had done this operation by ourselves before, we had never done it in these kinds of winds. When we finally got the anchor up to the roller, its shackle snagged on the roller assembly, and eventually I just had to manhandle it over the roller. This is not as easy as it sounds, because the anchor doesn't want to come over that roller, you have very poor leverage, and the thing weighs sixty pounds. That's about as much as heavy as Rigel, but I don't think he would enjoy being dragged over that roller either. After we made the forty minute trip to Petite Martinique, we tried calling the fuel dock on the radio and the phone, but they appeared to be closed. We gave up and headed for Petite St. Vincent, only a minute away. We found a good anchoring spot and dropped anchor. We had some problems with the chain, it kept jamming in the windlass. When we finally got settled, we had dragged the anchor into deeper water, but it was good and buried, and we are satisfied.
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