Bet no more than 5 people who read this even remember Ray Milland. God, I'm old.
No, my lost weekend didn't involve hiding a bottle of booze in the chandelier. I put the Reenie K in the water late Saturday afternoon at Atlantic Highlands. Would have gotten in earlier, but I got a little lost - the map was at home and the GPS laptop had a dead battery.
Anyway the Bay was pretty choppy in the afternoon. Instead of sailing to the the point of Sandy Hook, I decided to sail to a cove I found on the charts - Spermaceti Cove. Looked very sheltered, and the waves were enough that I didn't even try to raise the sails. I cheated and used the motor - and had my life jacket and life line on, thank you very much.
I got to the cove at high tide (a fact that figures in later), dropped the anchor and set the anchor drag alarm. Then I set up my Coleman stove and cooked a VERY simple dinner and made a pot of coffee (this is a surprise?)
By 9:00, I was ready to crawl into the sleeping bag, so I set up the tent and fell asleep. I woke up a bunch of times throughout the night, about every 90 minutes. Twice I got anchor dragging alarms and the rest of the time was just the odd surroundings and sounds.
Abut 8:00 I woke up for the last time and got my lazy butt in gear.While I was making coffee, I noticed the channel I had used was not a channel any more because it was low tide. Significant fact number two.
I stowed the stove and took down the tent, which worked perfectly! Kudos to the designer and fabricator. About that time, the Sandy Hook Park Ranger who was walking by informed me I was in a closed area - a wildlife refuge area! He asked me if I had seen the Closed area buoys. When I explained how I got into the cove, he was very understanding, but told me to get my boat out right away.
I motored tot he other inlet showing on my chart and sure enough, there were a line of buoys. But before I got to them on the way out, there was this sandbar. I ran hard aground! Only thing to do was get out and do the Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn scene. I decided I didn't have the legs to recreate the Hepburn part, so I dragged then Reenie K over the sandbar.
All thats left is a simple sail past the buoys on the way out, right? Uhh not so much. There was a line of rip rap marking the mouth of the cove. No way I was going to sail over them! So, Humphrey Bogart Scene ! take 2 - this time dragging the Reenie K over slippery moss covered rocks! Free at last Free at last!
My thanks to the unnamed Ranger who was understanding about how I came to be where I wasn't supposed to be.
I spent the better part of Sunday sailing along Sandy Hook on the bay side, then turned to port. Atlantic Highlands is a very busy harbor and it took an hour for me to get to the point where i could grab a line and drag the boat to the trailer. My little 5 hp motor will not run the boat up onto the trailer, like the motor sailors can do.
A good weekend, with a successful test of the tent and stove (Brian and I need to cook a meal on the trailer once, so we both know how to move about), a lesson learned with minimal pain and suffering a nice easy day on the water and a new acquaintance. How can it get better?
Pictures soon ( yeah I know - but this time I mean it!)