Tuesday, September 07, 2010

what not to do when you're 9 months pregnant

It seemed like an easy enough plan. The boys wanted to take the new sailboat that was gifted to Zach by our awesome friends Scott & Lisa for a spin. And they wanted me to chase behind in the dinghy and take pictures. So we hatched a plan. Doug would start the outboard for me before they took off in the sailboat. I am just a wee bit too pregnant to yank on the pull cord for the outboard hard enough without either falling backwards or straining myself into labor. I packed up drinking water and cell phones and marine radios into wet bags and we started our chase.
It was a beautiful, halcyon day. Cool light breeze, lots of sunshine, and boats of all types out plying the waters. They sailed. I snapped pictures and tried to avoid powerboat collisions at the same time.
The fellas were having so much fun I didn't even have the heart to tell them they had the boat rigged all wrong. 
(Aside from the fact that the main sheet is all twisted, it's also fed through backwards. And it was not the 6 year old who rigged it that way - ahem!)

But then it happened. They caught a strong puff and were off. And I heard put-put-put-sputter... silence. The stinkin' outboard died. I took a deep breath, went through all of the usual trouble shooting rituals, steadied myself on my knees, and pulled. No luck. I tried and tried (getting crampy all the while), but just didn't have the umph required to fire her up. Rowing home in my condition is just not an option. I hailed some passing kayakers who towed me to a near by dock where I tied off and called Doug. It took a while because heck, it was a beautiful day and they were off sailing. I had water. I wasn't drifting anymore. I waited.

And waited.

And finally they were home and had two hands free to answer my call. They had to commandeer a neighbor's dinghy and come to my rescue.  I was really, REALLY hoping it was a mechanical problem and not me. But Doug hopped in, pulled it twice, and vrooooom!
(Old Faithful. We have had this outboard since before we went cruising back in 2001. It has taken us on many adventures and even saved us from being stranded on an uninhabited island on our former boat in the Bahamas. With the help of fun loving friends and lots of rum and paint, she got the groovy paint job before we started cruising. It's supposed to be crazy looking enough to be a deterrent to outboard thieves.)

*sigh*

Tail between my legs we motored home in tandem. No more solo dinghy rides for me this month.

6 comments:

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

Sweet Pea, you are doing the most important job of the season-gestating Zach's sister. You and she will share many a dinghy ride before too many months pass by. Thinking of you and remembering our daughter's childhood offshore: dinghies, snappers, barracuda, Sunfish racing in anchorages, wind-surfer rides with Papa, sandbars and water spouts....

Sending hugs and a virtual conch shell for your nature table

Lily Boot said...

tee-hee-hee! I don't envy you one bit, but it is a wee bit funny. Good thing you had water and phones. And what lovely kayakers - this story will go down in their repertoire!

Joy said...

Um...I don't even think I would have gone along as a passenger in my 9th month much less alone! You shouldn't feel bad at all. You got some great shots at least. ;)

mb said...

for the rest of the month, you go in the sailboat and doug can wrestle the outboard. ;D

mamaroots said...

you crack me up- I got so many great images from this post- love your water living life!

boatbaby said...

Thank you for your sweet words Lynda!

mb - ha I wish! I am green with envy watching them sail off in the afternoons. Esp since I am more the long time small boat sailor than Doug.

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