SHIP'S LOG:
Remember, remember
the Fifth of November,
the Gun powder, Treason and Plot.
I know of no reason
why the Gun Powder Treason
should ever be forgot.
Happy Guy Fawkes Day! ( if you want a good movie for the day, rent "V for Vendetta")
I find it amazing that there are still so many people without power around the state. There is still a steady stream of club members coming by to take showers and charge cell phones and laptops. There is a cold wave that is supposed to hit this weekend which, after a week of relatively benign temped days, will be another kick in the teeth for those without power and no place warm to lay their heads. O, to be on the ICW again!
I was hoping that this weekend might see ABISHAG hauled out but there has been no word whatever. If there is nothing by Monday, I will go up and started hauling stuff out and away and leave the hauling to the yard, trusting that if there is any really keel damage, beyond the wearing off of the bottom paint done by the ICW groundings, that they will let me know. Not much I can do about it in any case and repair work requires temps at least in the mid-50s for the various compounds to set and hold and I thin we have seen the last of those for awhile.
By actually count, there are 15 boats still in the mooring field. I know of at least three that will be going over the weekend and one hearty soul who still wants to make a run to Block Island and another to Greenport before he hauls out. Hope he dresses warm as when you are heading down wind there temp and the winds seem pleasant enough, but when you have to go upwind(into the wind) trucking to the North Pole can seem warmer.
A sailboat is coming down river right now, obviously on its way to haul out. I say "Obviously" because the tide is running down river, the wind is blowing out of the north and he has not a sail up but is running under motor. It is obviously not a pleasure cruise for him but " a duty - a job that must be done."
I really hate winter, and even though it is not winter yet, all the harbingers are here and it doesn't bode well. O, for the gnats and 80 degrees of temp in good ol' Beaufort, South Carolina!