Coming back from shore in the dinghy after taking Blue to do his thing, we climb on Floating Home to find it infested with thousands of bugs. YUCK! So, this is what anchoring out is like, huh?
After getting a little food in our bellies we head to the helm and try once again to get this big girl into deeper water. Jim starts the engines, checks the depth finder and gives a shot at putting it in gear. No luck, we weren’t going anywhere.
Jim then remembered what we did the first time we ran aground, right in front of our home marina! Yeah, this wasn’t our first time. The anchor was taken as far as possible away from the boat and we used the windless (machine that pulls the anchor back in to pull the boat).
In the dark of the night, with my bare feet I stood on the bow of the boat with Jim below in the dinghy. Slowly I let the anchor out as Jim took it in the small, inflatable boat. Does this seem like a good idea?! Once the 250 feet of anchor chain was in the dinghy Jim headed away from Floating Home as far as he could go, slowly letting the chain out until there wasn’t anymore.
Then PLOP the anchor was dropped in the water.
As I stood on the bow of the boat I prayed. Thank you Lord for the full moon tonight.
I stepped on the foot switch to operate the windlass. After straining to pull the boat the windlass fuse blew. Jim took the dinghy to the back of the boat, climbed aboard Floating Home, went inside and opened the engine room, climbed down the ladder and flipped the fuse back on.
Lord, Thank you for the unusually warm weather.
He then climbed back up from the engine room, back outside, back in the dinghy. I started the windless up again, attempting to pull the boat off the sand. Click, once gain the fuse blew. Again and again this happened. Then Jim suggests that I go down in the engine room and flip the switch. I did that about 5 times. Each time the windless fuse was switched the depth finder was checked. Still no reading.
Lord, we could really use a hand here!
Once, the anchor was all the way up, we did it again. The anchor and chain was dropped in the dinghy and taken about 250 feet away from Floating Home. But we learned and this time I stood at the depth finder and Jim operated the windless. Very slowly, just a few links at a time, and then giving the windless a rest, the boat was pulled into deeper water. Finally we were getting a reading of 2 feet.
Lord, thank you for giving us ingenuity to problem solve.
Once the anchor was up Jim started the engines and began to drive the boat very slowly. We had sight of one flashing day marker. We had figured out that it was marking a canal that a ferry used. We headed in the direction, knowing that a ferry would need deep water! Once we had the boat in 6 feet of water we dropped the anchor again. We were dog tired but feeling relieved.
Lord, thank you for our marriage and our ability to work together, and so it went as we continued to work on getting Floating Home in deeper water.
When all was said and done, I told Jim “I’d rather spend the evening doing that than watching TV.”
As we plopped into bed exhausted, we discussed our morning departure. Not wanting to be anywhere around when the 6:30 a.m. ferry arrived we planned to get up and on the way around 6:00.
I was sleeping when I heard Jim ask “Do you want to get going?” “What time is it?” I groggily asked him. “It’s quarter to six.” I shot out of bed like a cannonball and quickly threw on some clothes.
Up came the anchor and we were on our way south again, passing the morning ferry as we left Currituck Sound.