Weather, Taxi Cabs, and thru-Flights

When we lived in Washington, DC I always planned my flights based on the combination of what time of day the Metro began running and how late I was willing to arrive at my destination city. Now things have changed a bit. In addition to making sure we can get transportation/parking at the right times, we now keep track of the weather to make sure we won’t be rowing in from the boat in a high wind or rainy weather. It all plays in. The weather info, being more-or-less last minute only works for us if we’re on flexible tickets or else we row in “early” like say–11 pm the night before a morning flight just to keep out of the rainy 3:30 am weather.

Since our schedule is much more flexible than it used to be, we often fly using Southwest Airlines buddy passes. These are free, space available passes that we can obtain via my brother, Brad, or David’s brother-in-law, Rusty, who both work for Southwest Airlines. My brother has worked there since the mid-1980’s but I never had the time to actually fly “space-a” because I was always in a hurry! Now that I can afford the time to slide back the schedule a bit, I’m finding that I’m able to actually use those wonderful and free passes from time-to-time.

We flew to DC in January using the passes and we’ll do so again next week. While I check the flights to see how full they are, I note that often the empty flights are the ones that leave early, early in the morning–like say 6:30 am. That’s great on the other end, arriving at BWI airport at a decent hour. However, it’s killer on this end. I think I’ve whined about this before, but I’ll do it again: Since we leave Mahdee on a mooring at Fiddlers’ Cove when we travel, it means if the weather is good, we’re rowing the Tinker to shore at 3:30 or so in the morning so we have time to row to the Fiddler’s guest dock, deflate the dingy, rinse the salt water off of it, find a dock cart, lug the dingy in the dock cart up to the car, stash it in the car and then drive the 40 minutes (with no traffic) to the parking lot on Shelter Island we leave the car in while we’re out of town. On that end, David drops me and the luggage at the airport before dropping the car in our “favorite” parking lot. Lucky us, we personally know the homeless fellow who’s been living (and working) out of his van in that parking lot for the past decade or so–way before we arrived on the scene. He keeps an eye on the car for us when we leave it there whether we’re in town with Mahdee anchoring or if we’re traveling far away. The day before our air travel, we arrange for a cab company to pick David up in front of the lot at 5:15 am and while David is getting his 15 minute ride to the airport, I’m getting us checked in so we’re “on the list” of standby passengers and hopefully the first ones on the list for the day. Luckily, San Diego-ans like to sleep in, so all’s generally good.

The last time we flew out, the cab driver was this wonderful and cheerful fellow exactly on time. That’s really unusual here and early in the morning especially. I guess San Diego cab drivers are no different than the rest of the sleepy city. The cab driver, Luiz, loves early morning work. Therefore, we’ve got his card for use from here on out on those early morning flights.

I suppose we really have been in San Diego way too long–we have a favorite cabby, we know the trustworthy homeless people, we have favorite places to go and things to do here. Favorite anchorages and views from the boat. Definitely time for change!

Floating at Anchor

Back to normal, we’re at anchor. Nicely. A little pile of dirty laundry in front of the machine. Using the alcohol Trangia stove to make morning coffee (rather than the hotplate), generally enjoying the autonomous life. Ah. Nice.

Yesterday, it was very VERY windy. So windy that three boats of the 8 or so around us dragged anchor. Two of the three had owners aboard and they quickly reset their anchors. The third, a brand new 40′ powerboat, had anchored just in front and to the side of us and then the owners took off in their Hobie kayaks to have lunch at a nearby yacht club. On the way by, the guy gave us his cel phone number and jokingly said “call if she drags.” David and I looked at each other, incredulous. We KNEW the boat was going to drag; the wind was up and we’d watched the man anchor. He had not put nearly enough line out to assure good holding. As typical of so many powerboaters, they anchor and immediately leave without even bothering to find out if they’re well-anchored. His behavior really wasn’t unusual.

We sat, enjoying the sunshine, wondering how long it would be before it happened. 15 minutes. I could tell the boat was dragging. Since it was also “sailing” at anchor (swinging widely side to side), it appeared that it would conveniently swing towards Mahdee on the way by and somewhere along Mahdee’s accessible length (54′ of deck and 11′ of bowsprit) we’d likely be able to nab the boat, cushioning with a fender and raft up with it. A gentle swing this way and that, the boat crabbed slowly down towards us. I called the guy’s cell phone and got voice mail. I left a message, “your boat’s dragging; not moving fast, but headed towards two boats behind us–I’d get here quick if I were you.”

We didn’t want to launch our dingy platform or dingy (since we do that on the starboard side) simply to be crushed by the powerboat. We waited.

David stood slightly forward of midships on Mahdee with a large fender in hand. Just when it looked like the next swing would bring the powerboat right along our starboard side (as expected), the powerboat turned sideways to the wind and started a seriously fast crab past us towards the other side of the anchorage. David dropped the fender and quickly put down our dingy platform and I frantically pumped more air into Tinker on deck (we store the dingy slightly de-flated). We launched the Tinker within a minute of the boat dragging by us but already the powerboat was almost upon two sailboats rafted together behind us. The sailboat owners saw the large powerboat coming and stood ready to fend off. The powerboat rode crossed the sailboat rode and watching from Mahdee’s deck, I could envision a “ball” of three boats twirling through the anchorage. Luckily, they didn’t tangle and the powerboat was drifting past the raft-up alone. Getting to the powerboat, David tied Tinker to the stern and ran forward to let out more anchor rode. Immediately, the powerboat anchor caught and held. The boat now sailed at anchor 30 feet behind the rafted up sailboats. I couldn’t tell if the anchor was actually holding but it seemed to be. Thank goodness.

Along about this time the powerboat owner showed up in another power boat and his female partner showed up in one of the Hobie kayaks. Neither would approach the hunting powerboat. I thought David was going to have to take Tinker and shuttle the owner back to his boat, but the little boat the owner was aboard finally got up the nerve to come close enough for the owner to step into Tinker and then from Tinker to his boat. Ten minutes later, David was back on Mahdee and we watched the two other boats drag anchor and shook our heads about silly power boaters not putting out enough scope.

Great Views

David went up the mast a few days back to install boom lifts for the foresail. Here are a couple pictures he took. The first is looking East at the farmland with the sloughs running through it and a boat anchored at almost each bend, the second view is to the West. In both you can see the rock walls of the levy around the slough. These levies used to be tree covered–which must have been quite lovely–but farmers have taken to using ugly rocks instead. I imagine that 30 years ago visiting the Delta was much prettier than it is today. It also probably provided much more shelter for wildlife and birds.

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Each morning we have a lovely sunrise over the water.

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