Welcome to our blog! I am really excited to get going, and I hope that you are excited to read it. But before that, you have to meet us. Of course. That’s standard, right? We are Tyson and Stacie. We have 5 kids between us, […]
Do you ever have one of those days where just nothing goes right? Yeah. Us too.
We are at the end of our ropes lately. It’s not the smallness of the boat, it’s not even the huge spiders covering the docks. It’s the flies. Billions of flies. We cannot seem to keep them out of the boat. Screens help, but they aren’t perfect. Every single time we get in and out, it moves and we have flies blown in.
I am so tired of cleaning up flies. I am tired of fishing them out of food as we cook. I am tired of the dogs licking them up.
I am usually pretty resilient and can handle a lot… but this might do me in.
I may be throwing in the towel and leaving until fly season is over.
Cause this is hell.
And the air conditioner just stopped working.
After our mishap with the cruise boat, we still ventured out the next weekend for a sail, this time with my kids. We were joining a friend from the marina, Peter, on a sail (motor) out to cradle bay. Because we were leaving late in the day, we motored most of the way, with assistance from the sails, in order to get to the anchorage by dark.
He had given us the coordinates to safely get into the bay, as it is nestled next to a reef. We had to fiddle around with them for a while to get them into the correct format for our navigation system, but we were eventually able to get our course plotted. We made it safely into the bay after a few hours, and rafted up with Peter and his friend… Jake? Maybe. I can’t remember. They ate dinner and we all sat around chit chatting while watching the sunset.
Sunsets on the lake are one of my favorite things.
Before it got too dark, we broke off the raft up, and fell back to set our own anchor and head to bed. This would be our first night out on the lake. We wanted to make sure we got it right. A major concern while anchoring is the risk of dragging anchor. To combat this, we downloaded an app that is supposed to alert us if we move outside the anchor perimeter. But because we were new to being “on the hook” we didn’t know the best way to use it, so we had to somewhat guess on the settings.
Once the kids were settled and we were set, Tyson and I hung out in the cockpit with all the dogs and look at the stars. It was amazingly peaceful. But started to get chilly so we went to bed.
An hour later, we were woken up by the alarm on the app going off. We looked out, and it didn’t appear that we had moved, so we reset the app and went back to sleep, assuming that we had just messed up on setting it originally. But 5 minutes later, it went off again, and this time, we had definitely moved, as we were now about 20 feet from Peter’s boat.
Both of us flew into action, throwing on clothes and climbing out the hatch. Tyson starting pulling on the anchor line, hoping to use the anchor to pull us away from Peter, but it wasn’t secured and just came up out of the water. Handing it to me, he ran to the motor to get us started. At that point we were only a couple of feet from Peter, so I set the anchor down and stepped on it with my bare foot to hold it in place, and I was able to gently keep us off of his boat and let the current carry us away from him. After getting clear, we re-set the anchor, and the app, and went back to bed. But at that point neither one of us slept well because we were both listening for any sound or indication of trouble.
The kids, on the other hand, slept through it all. Including Jax who was on deck in a hammock right next to where we were dealing with the anchor. I am not sure if their ability to sleep through stuff is a good thing, or bad.
On top of all that, the wind kicked up at 4am and began rocking us enough to make everyone on board sick. We ended up abandoning our original plans of going ashore and swimming, and just turned tail to sail back in. Lesson learned, make sure the anchor is set, and use an alarm!
Part 3, coming soon.
Do you ever start a project with a plan that you think is going to be so easy and amazing and awesome… and then halfway through it you want to chuck the sewing machine out the window and curl into a ball and cry? No? Just me? Ok.
This project was a beast. And it’s totally my fault. I could have just done some basic curtains. But I HAD to get fancy with it and make it harder. I wanted to add some reflectix to the back sides of the curtains so it would reflect the sun, not just block it out. Shouldn’t be that hard, just cut the reflectix to size, cut fabric a little bigger, sew fabric around the reflectix. Easy peasy guacamole, right?
In actuality, the relfectix is PITA to work with because it’s slippery, and my brain is hard to work with because it’s dumb and bad at math. So I ended up mis-cutting the fabric, TWICE, and had to sew pieces back together to make sure it fit over. Yes, I know, measure twice, cut once. Hush. No one will notice the seams but me.
It took me twice as long to do these as I expected. But 8 freaking hours later, here they are. I also had to wait an extra few days to hang one side of the boat because I miscalculated the length of curtain wire I would need. Have I mentioned my brain is bad at math?
In the end though, they are exactly what we needed and the relfectix was 100% worth it as it is noticeably cooler with it. So while I hated every minute of it, they are done and well worth it.