Opua: docked
Opua: docked
A day of slow rain Thursday ended Friday morning. It was enough to establish that I have yet to solve the destructive leak behind the main cabin port side bookshelves, and has been followed by high pressure in the Tasman providing what is described enthusiastically by radio announcers “as the best forecast in five months.”
I decided to take advantage of the fine weather and arrange for a long-postponed rigging inspection. I arrived back here a year ago next week. I don’t expect the inspection to find anything, but re-affirming a negative is worthwhile.
I dropped my mooring and powered the half mile to Ashby’s Boat Yard dock yesterday morning, then did my laundry and had fish chowder at the cafe while it was drying. The chowder was excellent and served as both lunch and dinner. Although I suppose my dinner could have been the two glasses of white wine I drank in the evening.
Clear nights are cool nights.
I awoke early this morning and got up at 4:30, with the temperature 41ºF/5ºC.
Cold against skin feels like a burn.
My skin is not bare now, except for hands, which are numb, and face; but it was briefly. Now Levis and Polartec, waiting for dawn.
While being able to walk ashore is convenient in some ways, I wouldn’t want to live here.
Serendipitously I put the dinghy on the foredeck when I came in and discovered last night that it prevents dock lights from glaring into the hatch over the v-berth.
Last evening at low tide, I glanced out and saw these pilings standing like totems or sentinels against the sky.
Sunday, October 3, 2010