John towed Firefly to the northern Cattle Point ramp, which is steeper, so we didn't need the trailer extension. I hopped in and started the engine, but it kept dying. I pulled and pulled and pulled the start cord with no ignition and Firefly got blown ashore. Hopping off onto underwater rocks was so automatic I barely remember doing it. John asked me if I'd turned the gas lever to "on". The light bulb went on in my brain, I hopped back in and off we went (Firefly & I—John stayed ashore).
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| I dropped the mizzen mast in backwards! |
Here we are, just off Cattle Point, headed for the marina. I didn't want to bend the sails on without the ballast aboard, so motored all the way.
The new arrival:
Entering the slip was a perfect manoeuvre. No-one was there to catch me, but no-one was needed.
Snugged in. I like that I have a whole slip to myself, so I can centre the boat and not need bumpers:
I set up some bumpers with lanyards to suit, just for when I arrive sloppy.
Where's Firefly?
Nice spot.
Tomorrow I sail, last day before the rain starts in on Wednesday.
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