Perilous times in the Snow?
Snow in Perilous times
Very eventful day. All went well until…depth finder stopped working…no problem…if Mark Twin can do it, so can we. Then the Maxwell anchor motor would not move…no problem. George can throw out an anchor. Getting dark, no hold, so moved to another anchorage about a mile away. Now I must leave my relatively warm nest I have made for myself in the fly bridge to babysit the extra line George has tied to the anchor in order to cast it himself. With the Maxwell windlass not working, and only one alternate plan for anchoring…we would not want to lose this line!
I have to say that for months I have thought, read, asked questions and stressed over the possibilities of things to go wrong and what plan A, B or maybe even C should be in place. At that moment, pressed for time before dark, moving forward into territory virgin to me…George was now the stressed one. This anchorage was not in my plan A, B, or C. So I sat on the very cold deck, feet pressing the lines to the deck, expressing to God once again where I was, and how George could really use a hand right now with his “dream”. I suddenly felt perfectly at peace as the snow flurries quickly fell.
After anchoring in this new and beautiful safe haven cove surrounded by tiny islands and beautiful houses, I turned to notice George quietly working intently on something down below in engine room. He explained yet another problem with faulty O Ring on water pump needing immediate attention.
The normal anal retentive Pamela would have totally lost it with the water in the bilge .It could sink the boat, dirty stinky water polluting my hard to achieve pristine boat, no trash can to dispose of excess paper towels used for the final clean up…the list goes on…
But this time George had taken full charge and was taking care of everything and I was at peace. After all,
God had sent me the snow.
Bye George 