Wieners on a Boat - and a weekend of Firsts

Dogs on a boat are tricky. I’m not talking a big Laborador or Golden Retriever that could lunge gracefully up and down the companion way stairs. I’m talking tiny little (chunky) wiener dogs. 4″ legs – long backs prone to injury. And remember that post about how far we are away from grass? Yeah – this is going to be a challenge.

We took the boat out Friday. Leaving the dock was ugly – and there weren’t even any bad winds/currents/ storms to blame this time… We didn’t hurt any boats, it was way just too close for comfort. We headed over to a marina and finally got some fuel. We filled up in Ponce, FL – you know, a month ago, right before we motor-sailed for 27 hrs in the ocean to get her home. Then we took her out one day for 4 hrs and another day for 2, and last weekend for a little bit… The fuel gauge kept saying 3/4 tank, so I assumed it was stuck or something. Turns out, if you look at it head on, instead of from the wheel, it says 1/2 full. And when we, oh-so-gracefully this time, pulled her up to the fuel dock Friday afternoon, she took 18 gallons (in a 39 gal tank) of marine diesel. I’d say that’s some pretty good mileage. We went hundreds of miles on 1/2 a tank of fuel. THAT, my friends, is why we bought a sail boat! And the fuel gauge is correct – a bonus find.

This was a weekend full of all kinds of firsts – for us and the dogs. These guys (Molly and Libby)

used to have a back yard with doggy doors into the screened in porch and my art studio (with both A/C and radio in the studio). They had a pool to swim in, frogs and squirrels to chase, neighbors to bark at incessantly – they were living the dog life. Then we decided to up and move to the condo. Here they are on a walking schedule. They have to stay on a leash. There’s (thankfully) nothing living in the condo for them to chase. They were getting fat and lazy. So now we’re throwing the currently-dinghy-less boat into the mix. We wanted to head out for a 3 day weekend – and the dang dogs insist on peeing at least a few times a day. Enter the paddleboards!

Pee break! (and maybe some bird chasing)

We thought about it – this may actually be the First time the dogs have been to the beach. Stupid no-dog beach laws.

They also tromped in the marsh, but I don’t have pics of that mess.

Other firsts this weekend include:

Anchoring – sure we anchored out all the time in the teeny tiny Stingray – but in this beast? We finally got to use the windlass. It was cool! And the anchor held just fine.

Anchor alarm – this is on the chart plotter and I set it for the 2nd lowest setting: .05 I freely admit I don’t know what the unit of measure is. It was just a WAG. (wild ass guess) Turns out, that mystery unit of measure is less than the pivoting of the boat as the tide changes – as proven by the alarm sounding at 3am. Fortunately, I was sleeping right next to the chartplotter and checked our position and turned it off quickly.

Sleeping on deck: it. was. hot. We could NOT get comfortable at our chosen anchor point. The wind died. The a/c’s only work on 110 power – thus when plugged into the dock…The Breeze Boosters only boost an existing breeze. So Friday night – to be the First night on the new bedding, turned out to be the First night sleeping in the cockpit. I thought it was pretty nice, actually. Under the stars. And the almost full moon.

We finally got to use that whisker pole! Our first wing-and-wing set up.

And most important? Solo (us, together, but without a “real” captain onboard) navigation down the ICW, thru Ossabaw Sound into the ocean and back in thru Wassaw Sound. I have to say that the chart plotter was a huge relief in these activities. I was also tracking everything in our chart book, but in the treacherous waters here – full of moving sand bars and mud flats – it was nice to see the depth and channel on-screen as well as in the paper charts.

Last but not least, I have officially been deemed Captain – by default, I suppose. I was a pretty adept captain of the 18′ power boat, but this beast has a mind of her own. All those surgeries last year have made my chest muscles pretty useless. That’s not ideal when you’re plowing toward someone else’s boat. I simply cannot fend us off of boats. It’s frustrating. But after the almost-disastrous trip out of our slip Friday, it was quickly determined that I really need to be at the helm so that he can fend us off. I just drive really r e a l l y slowly up to docks/our slip – and it seems to do the trick. I’m sure with practice it won’t make me want to throw up.

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Jennifer

Artist, food nerd, SUP/yoga enthusiast and travel obsessed blogger – chronicling the process of going from land to sea. Selling all of her worldly possessions so that she can set sail into the sunset with her husband and two dachshunds – searching for that next sunrise paddle. Follow along. It’ll be fun 🙂

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