The fog did not even hint of lifting until 2 pm. We left then but
the fog did not really lift until about 4:30, so we had a foggy trip. Photos of
fog are not worth taking, causing the absence of such in this posting. The
engine did not shut down this time but faltered, dropping from 2000 to 1800
rpms repeatedly and sounding like it was laboring and it seemed to shake the
boat. Less when the sails were propelling us but this is definitely a recurring
problem which will only get worse if not corrected.
What to do? First put up
sails, main and small jib in honor of the fog, and then think about what else to do
while dodging lobster pots. The Admiral had the best suggestion: Have it
checked out by an expert! I suggested Hinckley’s yard in Manset, sort of on our
way and you know they will have good mechanics, though whether we can afford them
is another issue; to be determined. We passed their big white mooring balls
with a red “H” in a circle on our way to
Dysart’s in Southwest Harbor, so we knew where they were -- first on your left
after entering Mt. Desert's Great Harbor via the Western Way. Lene called and they said their
mechanic would be at our mooring at 7:30
a.m.
The trip in the fog was frustrating because in the waiting we
had lost the favorable tide and the wind was from the south, in our face. I had
hoped to enjoy that southerly wind at our beam once we turned the corner and
headed west along the south coast of Mt. Desert Island. But no, at that time
the wind changed to west, still in our faces. The engine ran the entire time
except for about half an hour when we got up to six knots and shut it off. The 12
mile trip, with all that zigging and sagging, took four hours.
Let’s see what the morrow brings.
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