(Written Friday, 5 August 2016)

IMG_1277Our departure from Presque Isle wasn’t quite so early as the previous few departures had been. We only had around 20 miles to go up the coast to Rogers City. Again we had beautiful conditions; this time though the wind was slightly on the quarter so we had some breeze flowing over the boat to help keep the flies away. Saw this fine vessel on the way.

Pulled into Rogers City and tied up just behind the gas dock. This dock is usually OK; we’ve been there before. But this time we decided to move over to the wall at the other end of the marina – as far away from the park as possible. The city was just setting up for its annual Nautical Festival. The traveling fair rides come into town with the ‘win a goldfish by frightening it to death when your ping pong ball lands in its bowl’, and the ‘pop a balloon and win a little plastic toy or play again to win something bigger’ side shows setting up alongside them. But the main reason we moved was that in the park pavilion each evening there is a band playing live until way past our bedtime. Last night it was Polka. A couple of Polka tunes are quite catchy but 4 hours is just a little too much. Polka, Polka, Polka.

Went grocery shopping to restock the boat’s fridges. The grocery store is 1 mile away, and it was 90F. And it is uphill. In the past, Paul and I have managed, rather precariously, to carry the goods back on our bikes. This year, however, that wasn’t going to happen; two dogs don’t allow for bike riding and grocery shopping carrying. So I called the Family Fare Supermarket before going, to see if there was a delivery service. The lady to whom I spoke was very gracious as she told me that they no longer had an official service. My heart sank. “But,” she continued, “I am sure I can find one of our staff to help you out and take you back to the marina.” My heart soared. And that is just what happened. It was brilliant.

IMG_1292Last night’s walk with the dogs found us on a beach to the south of the city. Even though we have been to Rogers City a few time before, I hadn’t known of its existence. However, it is brilliant for the dogs – long for running, clean (no food papers etc) so no ‘leave it’, not crowded and the lake for swimming  (wasn’t prepared for a swim then). But I was ready for it this morning – went dressed to swim with the dogs.

Paul has a little routine with Ebba that after breakfast he takes her out (in this case off the boat) and throws something for her to fetch and other obedience training. This morning, however, he was trying to finish a couple of emails before taking her but Ebba didn’t understand. She licked him, ‘talked’ to him, put her front paws up on the seat next to him, laid her head in his lap but all to no avail. All she got was the brush off. And tension was building; so I took the dogs for a walk.

Later was time for engine maintenance – change the rest of the fuel filters. Changed them and had just started to prime them when “*x*x*x *x*x*” issued forth from the engine room. The dogs and I just stared at each other. Time for another walk?

The fuel that Paul was using to prime the filters was, he thought, diesel but it didn’t smell like our normal diesel so he concluded it was gas but too late. I sniffed too and came to the same conclusion. Anyway, after a lot of umming and ahhing, and sniff-testing the outboard engine’s fuel (which is gas) we reversed his first conclusion and decided that it was diesel, just not the red stuff they sell at marinas. So that was crisis one for today. Went to look around the local stalls – bought fudge (not paleo) and a couple of books from the library’s book sale.

IMG_1305Crisis two occurred this afternoon. During last winter, Paul reconfigured the Garmin GPS network (you don’t need to understand what that is except that it provides all our wind direction/speed, boat direction/speed, course, temperature etc data) which resulted in one cable being made redundant. Today he decided to remove it. Whilst he was doing the deed, there was an occasional beep from the instruments about which I wondered. Turns out that the beeps were important; the system wouldn’t work after he’d finished. Not at all. Oh bugger. (My comment, not his.) Eventually he called Garmin, in whom he has little faith, and the rep suggested to him that there was no power getting to the system. Ever the skeptic, Paul couldn’t believe it would be that simple. Long story short and much more crawling around in the bridge locker to get to behind the system, i.e. the wires, turns out that somehow he blew a fuse. Changed the fuse and it all worked. Oh. My. Gosh. You have no idea how relieved I was when the first screen popped back to life.

IMG_1310Time for a walk. And a swim. By now the wind is blowing 17mph and gusting over 20mph. The waves have built to at least 3ft and occasionally more. But these minor details didn’t stop the dogs from having a grand old time. And Paul and I had fun too. Now we have a tired puppy.

Not sure what is happening tomorrow. We had hoped that the weather would have calmed down enough for us to make the move up to Cheboygan but it is now 8:45pm and the waves are still crashing against the harbor wall.

Be safe and have a fantastic weekend.

Joanna

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