Baggywrinkle

Previous Logs

June 10th 2002
A Different Passage

May 20th 2002
Climbing Saba Rock

May 18th 2002
Incident At Piney Beach

May 15th 2002
A Wreck In Antigua

May 11th 2002
Bicycle Origami

May 2nd 2002
A Taste Of Dominica

April 27th 2002
Living In Les Saintes

March 15th 2002
Living Under A Volcano

March 5th 2002
A Change of Direction

February 28th 2002
Toucan Tango

February 25th, 2002
A Leper Never Changes His Spots....

February 21th, 2002
Carnival is Bacchanal

February 4, 2002
Rescue at Sea

December 12, 2001
Even At Sea

December 6, 2001
Underway

November 27, 2001
Waterway Journey

November 23, 2001
Always a Few More Chores

November 13, 2001
On Air

October 14, 2001
The List Grows Longer

The List Grows Longer & The Time Grows Shorter - October 14, 2001

As so many voyages do, my upcoming cruise started as a dream. A big idea painted with wide brush strokes of Caribbean blues and greens. But, as my hopeful departure date of early November approaches the picture is quickly shrinking, and I find myself mired in the all-encompassing details. 'To Do' lists and 'To Buy' lists are being written and re-written. Projects that would have taken me weeks to accomplish are squeezed into days. However, the stress of preparing for an ocean voyage is punctuated with moments of satisfaction each time I cross an accomplished task off the list!

Baggywrinkle, my 33 foot Sloop, is currently hauled on the shores of the Magothy River in the Chesapeake Bay and my immediate priority is completing all of the jobs that require she be on the hard. Painting the topsides was first on the list. I approached this job with some trepidation as every person I talked to had different advice on how to attain a professional looking finish when using one part polyurethane paint. Sanding the old paint and repairing the chips and gouges in the gelcoat was the tedious and time consuming work. I'll tell you that the quickest way to feel like you have a big boat is to repeatedly have to sand it. In the end the painting was the easy part. With some help I was able to roll the paint and have a person follow behind me tipping it off, completing an entire coat in under an hour.

The boat is scheduled to return the water at the end of this week, and the work certainly does not end there. But, before I leave the yard the bottom must be sanded and painted with anti-fouling, new zinks must be installed, the prop shaft packing must be replaced and a myriad of other little chores must be completed.

As I work to prepare for my journey I remind myself of something John Steinbeck wrote in Travels with Charlie: "We do not take a trip; a trip takes us." And this must be doubly true for sailing trips which are depending on the wind, current, and weather. So, I watch the bright red leaves fall against the backdrop of a crisp blue autumn sky and land on the deck and think about the coming winter I am hoping to escape. At the moment I'm still amidst the work of preparation, but I look forward to moment when I will turn myself over to the trip and let it take me.