Up early and left for Dawesville cut, a pretty good sail and arrived early afternoon. Frank was cook that night and cooked up a big batch of spaghetti bolognaise. We were pretty tired, so after downing that with a nice glass of red it was decided to head for our bunks and call it a day.
Off again early next morning and had a dream run until we were about an hour off Hillary's when we got word that a storm was brewing. The sky was looking very ominous, so the sails were dropped and motor on and the decision to head into Hillary's to be on the safe side. I contacted Jan and told her we were on our way in and she booked us onto the VIP jetty and her and Mike were there to help us tie up.We sat outside Pinky's and had a refreshing cold drink and then into the shower. What bliss to stand under a warm shower and wash my hair. Certainly appreciate showers so much more after sailing.
A buffet was on at the club that night, so after a visit to "Fully Involved" and another cold drink, we all decided to join up and have the buffet.
Headed back to the boat and hit the bunk, the next thing I knew daylight was streaming through the hatch.
It was time then after brekky to untie and head back to Mindarie. The sea was totally flat, no wind to talk of so it was on with the iron sail and motor back. I helmed for most of the way and found it quite easy under the conditions and with a landmark to go by.
Kat was on the jetty to help tie up when we arrived, then Laura arrived to pick up Bob. I made a scratch lunch for us and now it's time to pack up and head home after a delightful week on the water.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Quindalup sail
The sail to Quindalup was amazing, left Mindarie at 11.20pm, sailed through the night and the next day and arrived at Quindalup 11.30pm, 24 hours and 10 minutes completely under sail the whole trip.
Our Son Grant and Daughter Karine as well as our friend Bob came with us.
I went to bed and left the others to take turns in doing watch. Not a good night for me as I don't like night sails and am not partial to healing at an (to me) alarming angle. A very uncomfortable night in my books, and also felt very unwell with a bad chest. Morning finally arrived much to my delight, but felt very unwell as I hadn't bothered to take a kwell thinking I would be OK as I would be sleeping. So had a hurried trip to the head.
Reid and Connor from Sadiqui Ra had told us to use their mooring at Quindalup, but when we arrived at night it was safer to drop anchor and go to bed, then go exploring in the morning for the mooring. We all hit the pillow and didn't stir until the sun was up, unusual for me as I had had several long naps through the day and didn't think I would be able to drop off.
We found the mooring and motored across to it and hitched on, the 300 mtrs from shore was a little bit of a stretch, more like 750mts, but we could deal with that.
Connor had very kindly offered a vehicle for us to run into town with and he delivered that in the morning.
What a bonus that was, he had said it would be a ute and that would have been a bit of a squeeze with five of us, but to our delight it was the twin cab.
I had forgotten coffee, which almost caused a mutiny, so that was the most important item on the shopping list along with the Dunsborough bakery. First up though was a coffee from the cafe near the park, I almost bought their coffee, but they couldn't grind it, so Frank said not to worry we will get some in Coles, Well back on the boat, No Coffee. Thankyou Frank, will take charge of that myself next trip in.
We swam and the guys kayaked and totally relaxed for the day, that night we set up the barby and had a very nice dinner.
Bob took Karine and I into town the next day and after the obligatory cappo, straight to the coffee shop to buy coffee for the boat. On the way back we did a little drive along Geographe Bay road to have a look at Merle and Franks old beach house. Bought back fond memories of the holidays spent down there years ago.
There was a sausage sizzle that night at the club, $7 a head so we decided to join them for that later that evening.
Karine wanted to try out the Zodiac, so we decided to do a run into shore so she could practice. All went well until half way there and the motor died. I suggested dropping the anchor, but she said, no paddle to shore. Well, not a good idea with a swift flowing tide, so I did the rescue wave to the boys who were watching from the yacht. Frank used the kayak to paddle to us but in the meantime a guy from a power boat came across and towed us into shore. She hadn't opened the fuel line far enough, so all was fixed and we headed back to Mii. The next challenge for her was bringing it up to the marlon board, so we could get off. That took a good ten minutes to achieve that, but finally did it.
We headed out later to the club for the sausage sizzle, Bob declined and stayed on the boat. In hindsight, Grant perhaps should have as well as the first thing he did after getting a glass of wine was knock it over, the lady cleaning it up knocked another one over along with a bottle of beer, so mayhem happened trying to mop up beer and wine, (they won't forget our visit). A great meal though and a nice bunch of people. It was so good to have a lovely hot shower before dinner as well, very much needed after two days sailing and living on board.
The winds were right for heading back to Bunbury, so we left early next morning and arrived mid morning. Frank had got Karine and Grant to navigate to Bunbury, so they had to take down notes while sailing the boat themselves. They did a great job, and good to see Grant getting right into it.
We dropped anchor in Koombana Bay, but were a fair way out and it was very windy, also the anchor was dragging. Frank also found that the pipe under the head sink had cracked and we had lost a huge amount of house water, so we decided to head to the fueling jetty to tie up there and refill the tank after repairing the pipe.
We spent the night there and Kyle came down that night to pick Grant and Karine up and take them back to Perth. We were now down to just Frank, Bob and myself, so could spread out a bit more.
Our Son Grant and Daughter Karine as well as our friend Bob came with us.
I went to bed and left the others to take turns in doing watch. Not a good night for me as I don't like night sails and am not partial to healing at an (to me) alarming angle. A very uncomfortable night in my books, and also felt very unwell with a bad chest. Morning finally arrived much to my delight, but felt very unwell as I hadn't bothered to take a kwell thinking I would be OK as I would be sleeping. So had a hurried trip to the head.
Reid and Connor from Sadiqui Ra had told us to use their mooring at Quindalup, but when we arrived at night it was safer to drop anchor and go to bed, then go exploring in the morning for the mooring. We all hit the pillow and didn't stir until the sun was up, unusual for me as I had had several long naps through the day and didn't think I would be able to drop off.
We found the mooring and motored across to it and hitched on, the 300 mtrs from shore was a little bit of a stretch, more like 750mts, but we could deal with that.
Connor had very kindly offered a vehicle for us to run into town with and he delivered that in the morning.
What a bonus that was, he had said it would be a ute and that would have been a bit of a squeeze with five of us, but to our delight it was the twin cab.
I had forgotten coffee, which almost caused a mutiny, so that was the most important item on the shopping list along with the Dunsborough bakery. First up though was a coffee from the cafe near the park, I almost bought their coffee, but they couldn't grind it, so Frank said not to worry we will get some in Coles, Well back on the boat, No Coffee. Thankyou Frank, will take charge of that myself next trip in.
We swam and the guys kayaked and totally relaxed for the day, that night we set up the barby and had a very nice dinner.
Bob took Karine and I into town the next day and after the obligatory cappo, straight to the coffee shop to buy coffee for the boat. On the way back we did a little drive along Geographe Bay road to have a look at Merle and Franks old beach house. Bought back fond memories of the holidays spent down there years ago.
There was a sausage sizzle that night at the club, $7 a head so we decided to join them for that later that evening.
Karine wanted to try out the Zodiac, so we decided to do a run into shore so she could practice. All went well until half way there and the motor died. I suggested dropping the anchor, but she said, no paddle to shore. Well, not a good idea with a swift flowing tide, so I did the rescue wave to the boys who were watching from the yacht. Frank used the kayak to paddle to us but in the meantime a guy from a power boat came across and towed us into shore. She hadn't opened the fuel line far enough, so all was fixed and we headed back to Mii. The next challenge for her was bringing it up to the marlon board, so we could get off. That took a good ten minutes to achieve that, but finally did it.
We headed out later to the club for the sausage sizzle, Bob declined and stayed on the boat. In hindsight, Grant perhaps should have as well as the first thing he did after getting a glass of wine was knock it over, the lady cleaning it up knocked another one over along with a bottle of beer, so mayhem happened trying to mop up beer and wine, (they won't forget our visit). A great meal though and a nice bunch of people. It was so good to have a lovely hot shower before dinner as well, very much needed after two days sailing and living on board.
The winds were right for heading back to Bunbury, so we left early next morning and arrived mid morning. Frank had got Karine and Grant to navigate to Bunbury, so they had to take down notes while sailing the boat themselves. They did a great job, and good to see Grant getting right into it.
We dropped anchor in Koombana Bay, but were a fair way out and it was very windy, also the anchor was dragging. Frank also found that the pipe under the head sink had cracked and we had lost a huge amount of house water, so we decided to head to the fueling jetty to tie up there and refill the tank after repairing the pipe.
We spent the night there and Kyle came down that night to pick Grant and Karine up and take them back to Perth. We were now down to just Frank, Bob and myself, so could spread out a bit more.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Preparations for Quindalup
Preparations in place for the sail to Quindalup tomorrow morning. It was initially just the two of us, but now, son, daughter and a friend have jumped on board, so it will be a straight sail through with no stop overs.
Yesterday we went to the boat to fuel up, lets not go there, stinking hot day, too much wind, so decided not to do it just then, I suggested waiting for Bob on Thursday night and doing it in the cool, but Kat offered to help us, so Frank decided to go ahead. She was feeling very poorly and shouldn't have been out in the sun at all. Bette and I ( Bette is visiting from Canada and isn't used to this heat) headed for the airconditioning in Dome and icey drinks. I stood by to grab ropes as they came alongside the fuel jetty. After all the hassle, she only needed 6 lts of fuel, so Frank was not popular. Kat, Bette & I decided we needed retail therapy after penning the boat so back to the boardwalk and bought a couple of items, then headed back to the boat to find a soaking wet, thunder faced hubby. He had told us it wasn't important to put the rope on the centre cleat as she was secure enough and we all went over to Dome for some much needed food. While we were shopping he tried putting it on by himself, slipped, went overboard almost hitting his head. Thankfully he was not injured, but has pulled a groin muscle. Another phone needed now, his trusty little note book with all his to do jottings in got a good soaking, wallet to be dried out and hopefully the car keys still operate.
By this time, we were so hot and grumpy we decided to just head on home and sort things out there in the cool. My first thing was to jump in the pool and cool off.
It was his turn on the sea rescue radio that night, so got that all up and running and I headed for bed.
Tomorrow it is food shopping for the trip now that we have five POB's, and buy a new phone.
Yesterday we went to the boat to fuel up, lets not go there, stinking hot day, too much wind, so decided not to do it just then, I suggested waiting for Bob on Thursday night and doing it in the cool, but Kat offered to help us, so Frank decided to go ahead. She was feeling very poorly and shouldn't have been out in the sun at all. Bette and I ( Bette is visiting from Canada and isn't used to this heat) headed for the airconditioning in Dome and icey drinks. I stood by to grab ropes as they came alongside the fuel jetty. After all the hassle, she only needed 6 lts of fuel, so Frank was not popular. Kat, Bette & I decided we needed retail therapy after penning the boat so back to the boardwalk and bought a couple of items, then headed back to the boat to find a soaking wet, thunder faced hubby. He had told us it wasn't important to put the rope on the centre cleat as she was secure enough and we all went over to Dome for some much needed food. While we were shopping he tried putting it on by himself, slipped, went overboard almost hitting his head. Thankfully he was not injured, but has pulled a groin muscle. Another phone needed now, his trusty little note book with all his to do jottings in got a good soaking, wallet to be dried out and hopefully the car keys still operate.
By this time, we were so hot and grumpy we decided to just head on home and sort things out there in the cool. My first thing was to jump in the pool and cool off.
It was his turn on the sea rescue radio that night, so got that all up and running and I headed for bed.
Tomorrow it is food shopping for the trip now that we have five POB's, and buy a new phone.
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