Today we respected the bilge. The boat has five watertight compartments, each of which has a low point in the hull serviced by its own bilge pump.
The bilge pump is like the fireman you wish you had aboard during a flood, to pump all the water back out to the correct side of the hull, that being the outside. Boat owners are rather finicky about this point and the bilge pumps help keep this natural order in place. We respect the bilge and its pump so that it will serve us in all manner of wet circumstances. However, this most important pump is vulnerable to the “dreaded cardboard”.
Being a modern American, I am accustomed to heaps of paper and plastic and seemingly innocuous cardboard. But it can all go wrong when cardboard meets bilge pump. For this reason, we respect the bilge, and remove all cardboard from inside the boat, where it might have found its way into the bilge. So today everything went from cardboard boxes to large plastic boxes that fit tightly atop the tanks. More about cardboard than you may have wanted to know for sure. But these are the indulgences of detail that only a boater will take pride in.
Now that boxes to boxes is done, we took a ride in the dinghy along rocky shorelines and the occasional fisherman who waves, and the entrance to Marina Cove, which is so swanky it has a guard to lower a cable and net across its channel entrance. As we circled our new dinghy at the entrance, the net gradually lowered into the water and we trolled past 120’ mega-yachts with toy garages tucked into their sterns full of jet skis and who knows what else. After leaving again through the mysterious gate lowering into the water, we zoomed along with the whine and smell only a 2 stroke engine can have, reminding me of summer at the lakes.
Gear stowed and list shortened, it is time to buy fuel. The fuel barges are nearby and after bargaining, of course they only take cash, we strike a deal. We will get advice from the neighbors and try to tank up and start fuel polishing next.
All the best from Hebe Haven.