Sailing Nakamal

Two Weeks Away

Glorietta Bay

Glorietta Bay. Our marina is off in the distance about an hour away by boat.

I’m getting antsy. We have been prepping for nearly 10 months (or two years, depending on whether you start counting from the time we moved onto the boat or from the time we starting talking seriously about it). I’m tired of prepping and ready to try out this new lifestyle.

And honestly, prepping is just too darn expensive.

I read one boat book “Sailing the Great Escape” written by Tucson author Barbara Fleming. She discusses the expense of outfitting a boat for sailing away and says they finally just started referring to “boat bucks” instead of actual dollar amounts, because the actual dollar amounts were a bit overwhelming. I hear ya’, Barbara. I hear ya’.

My boat buck formula is $100 = 1 Boat Buck.

The captain climbs the mast. This is not something I ever want to try.

The captain climbs the mast. This is not something I ever want to try.

Just when I thought the new batteries were the last major expense (ten boat bucks), the wind indicator system flaked out. Up the mast once to check/tighten/seal things but that didn’t do the trick so we ordered a replacement (eight boat bucks). But at least I don’t have to climb up the mast to install it.

One of our boat jobs was to try out the new anchor. Last week we sailed across the bay to Glorietta Bay on Coronado Island. There is an anchorage there so we wanted practice with the new anchor (six boat bucks).

We did…okay. It’s a small area and there were other boats there. When there are other boats around, you have to take into account ‘swing room’ because current, tide or wind will all act to swing the boats around. Different size boats will swing at different rates, so you want to make sure you aren’t picking a spot that could lead to collision. Our first spot was a little too close for comfort, then when we (okay, it was me) pulled the chain up too quickly, it got jammed in the windlass (the windlass is a powerful mechanical thing that pulls the hundreds of pounds of chain and anchor off the bottom of the ocean floor much more efficiently than you or I, or you and I, or you and I and all our friends put together, ever could).

Our awesome anchor with roll bar.

Our giant anchor with roll bar.


The big pile of chain attached to the anchor. Wanna lift this? I thought not.

The awesome windlass. With a big anchor and pile of chain on the ocean floor, a boater's best friend.

The awesome windlass. With a big anchor and pile of chain on the ocean floor, a boater’s best friend.

The Captain has been nicknamed “McGyver” by one of our boat neighbors

and he was able to fix it on the move. Our second spot worked out just fine. Yay – mission accomplished – we didn’t float away or hit any other boats, we had nice couple days off and crossed another boat job off the list.

Except for the fridge door breaking and the new dinghy davits (fourteen boat bucks) coming apart, offering the Captain more opportunities to channel his inner McGyver.

Because we all know – boat jobs beget boat jobs.

This entry was published on October 10, 2015 at 11:29 pm and is filed under Getting Started, Tucson and San Diego. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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