Latitude: 43.38.47N
Longitude: 70.15.28W
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| We're Aboard! | |
Portland, ME: Friday, Sept. 1, 2000 Latitude: 43.38.47N Longitude: 70.15.28W |
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| Argghhh. We don't recommend this to any living person. Don't try to do everything in a single day, as we have just done. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Jo surveys the damage after we loaded less than half the "essential stuff" aboard Quiet Passage. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Jo and I arranged for movers to arrive at 9 a.m. They came, we loaded the truck and they took our remaining belongings to storage. That took until 1 p.m. Not bad. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Now, all we had to do is load the boat with the "essentials". We've been doing some of this for the past month, of course. But a lot of stuff seemed to become "essential" as we found things we'd forgotten. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Here's the first semblance of order being restored from the chaos. Jo organized her foodstuffs into neat containers and stacked them on the starboard (right) cupboards. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We made two runs to the boat with the car dragging its tail. We had smartly arranged for the boat loading to take place at high tide -- a significant factor in Portland where we were experiencing the effects of a new moon and an enormous tidal range of 12.5 feet. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Robert rescues the broiler tray that took a spin into the ocean. We bought the net so we could scoop the cat out of the water WHEN she falls in. Ming, by the way, is not impressed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| By the second run, the tide had slipped a little and the ramp's steepness had increased. I lost a bowl and a broiler pan on that trip. I watched as the broiler pan skittered across the water as it fell from the cart. Later that night, at the lowest tide we've seen here, we could see the pan sitting on the bottom. We retrieved it with the net from our boat. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Ming was in a state of agitato in extremis as she watched our apartment empty and the echoes increase. We left her in the apartment while we made the various trips. And, when we returned she'd thrown up from nerves... or something. As soon as she was aboard Quiet Passage, she settled down. She spent the night checking each of us. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Portland's low tide | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| When we crawled into our bunks, the boat still was a disaster area. Jo had made some progress in storing but much of the "essential" stuff clogs the cockpit and all seats below. I think I'm the lucky one getting to go to work today for my final day. When I come home, all order will be restored. And, I suspect, Jo will have a heap of stuff that will find its way to our storage locker. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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