Opua: socks
Opua: socks
Yesterday wasn’t really cold. The low was 50ºF/10ºC. But it felt cold after the fine weather of past months. A fall rather than a summer day.
I didn’t go ashore yesterday, but I did today, and the few people I spoke with, in the chandlery, the marina office, and the general store, all commented on it. Murray, the owner of the general store said it was the first day he had put on a jumper--Kiwi for sweater. It was the first day I put on socks, as well as a long-sleeved shirt.
Today was sunny, with a light wind from the southwest, but still felt like fall.
----------
A few weeks ago I discovered that my big hard-wired inverter has died. I use a small inverter that plugs into a cigarette lighter socket to charge my laptop and iPods, but not the big one that once was required to run a television that is long gone, and I realized that I do not need to replace it.
Late this afternoon I decided to remove it, which should have been a simple task of unscrewing four screws and removing two cables to the battery and one, a ground, from the engine. It wasn’t simple. Everything was corroded and frozen. Other cables and wires were in the way. Sparks flew. Literally and figuratively. Ultimately I prevailed. It is gone. And THE HAWKE OF TUONELA is a bit simpler.
----------
I am probably going sailing tomorrow for a day or two
----------
While ashore I walked down to Ashby’s. This is the boat that blew up almost two months ago.
You can see that it is anti-fouled and ready to go in the water. Except that it no longer has masts or a deck.
No one seems to know what the boat’s fate will be or the condition of the seriously burned owner.
Life changes with the striking of a single match as well as the passing of a single wave.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010