|a fresh bottom in the slings.|
|a view from Perrin Creek to York River.|
|Perrin Creek surrounds.|
The morning had started at 0500, the work was steady, dinner brief and sack time at 2130. I slept on a wool army blanket with a light sleeping bag. Without an automatic bilge pump, I woke a few times to pump the bilge. Once when the wind increased to veer 180 degrees and another time at 0300 as a waterman decided to test his engine. He needs a watch.
|the galley and Top Ramen on the burner.|
Without a depth sounder or centerboard I was cautious about sailing out of this shallow creek at low tide. Still, having learned on UNA, we raised and flatten the mizzen, went forward to shorten the rode, raised the jib, and took the anchor aft. Gashing the hull with this menacing anchor was avoided, but seems inevitable in the future. I think I'll look for another claw as they have served us well. The whole procedure was controlled and Luna very slowly drifted aft until we sheeted the jib and slipped to windward out along the waterman docks. Some fellow yelled across the harbor, "Nice boat!" We waved and grinned. With only jib and jigger, the Rozinante confidently tacked 3-4 times up the channel and out into the York. What looked to be the pilot schooner Virginia was resting along the Yorktown wharf beyond as Luna gathered speed in the building breeze (12-15 mph). The main hardly seemed necessary as we reached out to Swash Channel. I should have shipped the outboard as it was dragging partly in the lee. despite that we moved 6.5-7 kts across the bottom on a still outgoing tide.
Jibing on the other side of Swash, we rolled across Mobjack Bay into East River as winds built to 18 mph. I was really enjoying this little sea boat. Her tracking with a full keel amazed me. She darn near sails herself downwind!
The last bit of a sail always seems the sweetest and as Luna approached her new marina, this time was even more special. Everything I had read about this vessel was proving true. Her gentle motion, solid tracking, and quickness to power on delighted. The secure cockpit, handy controls and rushing water at arms length exhilarated. There is a short channel into our marina. We rounded up, flatten the mizzen again, went forward to drop the jib and set out dock lines. In perhaps 3 minutes time, the boat hardly dropped back a full boat length. What a lady.
With a single pull, the Seagull fired up and we crept into our new berth. What a morning. What a boat.