Saving the Best for Last

After breakfast yesterday we up anchored and headed for Raby Bay, to drop off Chris and Brent. It was nice to have the wind behind us for a change. We dropped our friends off from the bow, over the wall on the boardwalk as the courtesy berth was full, with one of the commercial catamarans also lined up waiting. Luckily, it was a full high tide so we got away with it – another new maneuver for me. Ironically, the boat hogging the marina was Oceans, a Sydney 41 which both Ruth and I had learnt to sail on – they were setting up a reef to enable them to do a sail-off-the pontoon maneuver, something we had both tried when we trained with them on sailing school but something we both don’t want to try again.
We motored out to the green marker off Raby Bay, raised the sails again, turned off the motors and hardly touched the sail trim until we got home 5 hours later – we had a terrific 2 hour broad reach out to Tangalooma Point on Moreton Island then set course for Bribie, wing on wing, for the next 3 hours. We averaged 7 knots and clocked 8.4 knots entering The Bribie Passage We called our friends Steve and Judy, and found that they were just leaving Bribie, so they came out to escort us in (thanks for the photos Judy). We felt we were home.
Mooring though proved somewhat of a challenge. Our pick up line appeared to be missing, and as our mooring buoy has no handle on top, and with a five knot current running against the wind, we found it very difficult to get the buoy aboard. We broke the hook off the boat hook trying to snare it, but we were eventually able to back up to it, and from the transom platform Ruth was able to lasso it with a slip knot. We now had the buoy attached to the stern and with the wind-against-tide situation we battled for about an hour to get to a position where we felt secure. I had to go in the drink twice, once planned and once a whoops!, to get the mooring lasso rope off the rudder.
Finally, I was able to paddle home to fetch our tender. It had been deflated a month ago, when we tried, in vain, to get it into the van for the trip to Sydney. After dragging it through the house (its too heavy to lift) and knocking a bottle of wine out of the wine rack (I’m in bare feet, my shoes on the boat) I eventually got the boat inflated and rowed back to Ruth (I had emptied the fuel tank in preparation for Sydney). After a quick light dinner we both collapsed about 8 o’clock, battered and bruised, but back home.
We spent the night surrounded by turtles, something we have missed over the past weeks, and under the lights of the Bribie Bridge comforted by the familiar sights and sounds.
This morning I’m doing some repairs to our mooring setup, prior to heading down to Scarborough to find somewhere for Ulysses to live. Our planning for a berth at the Moreton Bay Boat Club is still awaiting final arrangements between the Boat club and the marina developers. In the meantime, a temporary berth is to be arranged.

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One response to “Saving the Best for Last

  1. It was a wonderful feeling seeing you two sail up Pumicestone Passage on your arrival home – especially seeing you from our boat (albeit a motorised Seawind). The photos don’t do justice to the boat or the day. Reading of your problems we are so glad that you waved us, off telling us all was OK. We were back ar Scarborough by the time you were moored (all innocent and oblivious of your mooring feat). We hope this is not going to be the end of your bolg. What will we do first thing in the mornings? S&J

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