The game!!!!! GO CANUCKS GO... after so many years of disappointments watching the playoffs can this really be happening.... omg they are still in the running, in fact we need just 2 more game wins and for the first time in a long time the Stanly Cup may be coming home.... wow , we dingyed over to a friends who tied to a buoy and then stern tied so that their satilite would work so we could watch, the rest of the bay hoped onto the hummingbird pub bus and went to the pub. what a night, 10 seconds into overtime and Burrows did it again...
okay now for the montague report, lots of boats in the bay, only a couple of buoys were open last night and there were lots of boats rafted together, summer is here, people are out, what a great weekend, I do imagine that come noon there will be a big sucking sound as the boats all leave to go home for the work week but if this is any indication of the boats out there, make sure you are here for a buoy at least by noon. The pies are in, the bread is out and the cin-buns are raising, everything is good to go here, how about with you...
see ya on the water , stay safe..
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Saturday, 4 June 2011
it's game day and the sun
is out, doesn't matter where you are if you are a canuck fan the day holds lots of great things tocome, here in montague the sun is out this morning and not very many clouds the wind is blowing here around 15 knots, so a little breezy for sure, boats are on the move so the buoys are opening up. The hummingbird is getting ready for the game, us, well I am getting the chicken wings ready and the bean salad... we are closing a little early so we can watch the game..... so come people, get out that and enjoy either the game or the sun or your boat...
see ya soon,
see ya soon,
Friday, 3 June 2011
Montague Report, Friday evening
The bay is filling up, there are still some buoys open, maybe 10 at most, lots of room to anchor in the south end. The hummingbird bus is running on the weekends. Good timing as the hummingbird pub has a big screen TV for the Game tommorow. a 5oclock start people, so get in early ...
see everyone tomorrow..
see everyone tomorrow..
our life on the water!!
THE HAUL OUT Is there anything out there that is as scary as a haul out. I think not...With our previous vessel we had a wonderful system worked out.... Lee did the haul out and I just disappeared until it was over.
Living on your boat presents special problems, but with grown children and parents not living very far away it was a good time for me to move in with them for a couple of days. One of the problems with moving on to this 65' foot boat, is that it does take two to maneuver her around. To let her lines go from the dock and to give the captain encouragement. As our first haul out looms, the ease of escaping disappears. I am needed. Days before the big event we have begged, pleaded and asked all our friends to come out and give us a hand. This
might be a good place to explain that the ways that we are booked on are familiar to us. We have been hauling out our other boat at this place for years. We have a lot of faith in the owner. The problem being is that one must travel between two marinas with expensive boats protruding out just a little father than the docks. The space between the two marinas must be 100 feet.(the reason I know this, is our boat is 65'long and with the davits it reaches around 75'long and there is no room for us to turn around once we start down towards the ways) The corridor is approx.1000 feet long to the ways. Just before one reaches the ways there is a little dog leg in the approach. The process of reaching the ways is very intimidating. Hence the call for support from neighbors, friends and just about anybody else we could find. The high tide of this day is at 1.30 in the morning. So rousing our helpers at that time was miraculous. I am still amazed at the army of people who came to help or even watch at that ungodly hour. The day of the haul ~ 35 ~ out we visited all the boats of the two marinas and asked that they perhaps nudge their boats into their dock spaces as much as they could. For the boats that had absentee owners we received permission from the two marinas to tighten up their lines, as long as we released them when we where finished. Everyone one was very helpful and wonderful. Kudos to all those people who showed up at 1.30 in the morning to help.
We released the lines from our buoy and proceeded toward the ways. We had several helpers onboard as we made ourway towards the ways. We arrived a little early and idled outside the marina for awhile. It was such a relief to hear and see our army of helpers with their
boat poles standing at the end of most of the fingers of the docks on either side of the channel... Were they there to help us or protect their own boats? At this particular time to tell the truth I could have cared less what their reason, but I did assure them that there would be plenty of refreshments on board after we had gotten the boat up on the ways. As 1:30 approached we bolster our selves and lined up the Atrevida and started the passage of rights. The gods of the night were helping us, the slight wind that played havoc all day suddenly died, although the moon didn't make her appearance the night was not dark. The currents were slack, if there ever was a time to do this it was now. Engaging the engine into forward, we started down that long and lonely channel. All was going well. Crawling at a snails pace, everything seemed to be going well. Our army of friends all shouting encouragement. As we neared the ways we could see we needed to maneuver the boat to the port, but going at this speed we did not have any power. A quick reverse maneuver to head off the inevitable. The 90 ton vessel is not responding. She wants to go to starboard. We are now only 40 feet or so from the safety of the ways but it might as well be a mile. I have visions of slamming into several boats that are dead ahead. Suddenly I could feel Atrevida lumber to ~ 36 ~ the port but it was not soon enough. The boats dead behind are now in serious trouble. Does this sound like bumper cars. Well once again the gods from somewhere came through.
Mike, a friend, who owns a small tug appears out of the night like magic and places his boat between us and the onslaught of destined bumper boats.With his tug he pushes our front end around and lines it up with the ways. A small burst of forward speed and Atrevida slips on to the ways and rests ever so gently as we tie up the side of her to the pilings. A near disaster averted. A cheer goes up from our army.Yes we are relived, grateful and all those other things that pass for emotions at a time like this.
The owner of the ways put his huge wench into action and started the ways on an upward motion and the process of pulling the Atrevida out of the water starts. Moments later the owner shuts the wench down and walks down the ramp with a troubled look on his face. The Atrevida is not sitting quite right on the traveler. she is listing to the port side. This presents the problem of her not sitting right on her keel. So back we go into the water and the question of how to make her sit properly is now under hot discussion. The solution it seems is to put some weight on the starboard side so when she is hauled up she will sit properly on her keel. The solution is to bring our army of helpers onboard and have them stand on the starboard side of the boat. Mike and his trusty vessel comes once more to our aid and transfers our army of helpers on board. Once the transfer is done the huge wench comes to life and pulls the Atrevida once more out of the water. The site of a 65' foot ex BC Ferry being pulling out of the water is something one has to see to believe. 3:30 finds us sitting at a rather strange angle dispersing refreshment to all. With our boat sitting high and dry, and a ~ 37 ~ somewhat relived captain, we can now watch as the workers of the marina will be power washing and painting and replacing zinc's. Our work is over for the time being, that is until the reverse procedure of going back in happens.....
As is turns out, after our boat was washed , painted and checked over, the procedure of going back into the water was not as hair-raising as the coming out. With Mike and his trusty tug, we put a bridle on the back and he pulled us out into open water and we steamed back to our buoy with out further incident. The haul out completed. I think I will disappear the next time and reappear when it is all over. I just am not made to handle these stressful incidents...... I truly think this is a man- thing, as they seem to be able to handle these things with a lot more calm.
Do I sound like am I whimping out..... you bet
Living on your boat presents special problems, but with grown children and parents not living very far away it was a good time for me to move in with them for a couple of days. One of the problems with moving on to this 65' foot boat, is that it does take two to maneuver her around. To let her lines go from the dock and to give the captain encouragement. As our first haul out looms, the ease of escaping disappears. I am needed. Days before the big event we have begged, pleaded and asked all our friends to come out and give us a hand. This
might be a good place to explain that the ways that we are booked on are familiar to us. We have been hauling out our other boat at this place for years. We have a lot of faith in the owner. The problem being is that one must travel between two marinas with expensive boats protruding out just a little father than the docks. The space between the two marinas must be 100 feet.(the reason I know this, is our boat is 65'long and with the davits it reaches around 75'long and there is no room for us to turn around once we start down towards the ways) The corridor is approx.1000 feet long to the ways. Just before one reaches the ways there is a little dog leg in the approach. The process of reaching the ways is very intimidating. Hence the call for support from neighbors, friends and just about anybody else we could find. The high tide of this day is at 1.30 in the morning. So rousing our helpers at that time was miraculous. I am still amazed at the army of people who came to help or even watch at that ungodly hour. The day of the haul ~ 35 ~ out we visited all the boats of the two marinas and asked that they perhaps nudge their boats into their dock spaces as much as they could. For the boats that had absentee owners we received permission from the two marinas to tighten up their lines, as long as we released them when we where finished. Everyone one was very helpful and wonderful. Kudos to all those people who showed up at 1.30 in the morning to help.
We released the lines from our buoy and proceeded toward the ways. We had several helpers onboard as we made ourway towards the ways. We arrived a little early and idled outside the marina for awhile. It was such a relief to hear and see our army of helpers with their
boat poles standing at the end of most of the fingers of the docks on either side of the channel... Were they there to help us or protect their own boats? At this particular time to tell the truth I could have cared less what their reason, but I did assure them that there would be plenty of refreshments on board after we had gotten the boat up on the ways. As 1:30 approached we bolster our selves and lined up the Atrevida and started the passage of rights. The gods of the night were helping us, the slight wind that played havoc all day suddenly died, although the moon didn't make her appearance the night was not dark. The currents were slack, if there ever was a time to do this it was now. Engaging the engine into forward, we started down that long and lonely channel. All was going well. Crawling at a snails pace, everything seemed to be going well. Our army of friends all shouting encouragement. As we neared the ways we could see we needed to maneuver the boat to the port, but going at this speed we did not have any power. A quick reverse maneuver to head off the inevitable. The 90 ton vessel is not responding. She wants to go to starboard. We are now only 40 feet or so from the safety of the ways but it might as well be a mile. I have visions of slamming into several boats that are dead ahead. Suddenly I could feel Atrevida lumber to ~ 36 ~ the port but it was not soon enough. The boats dead behind are now in serious trouble. Does this sound like bumper cars. Well once again the gods from somewhere came through.
Mike, a friend, who owns a small tug appears out of the night like magic and places his boat between us and the onslaught of destined bumper boats.With his tug he pushes our front end around and lines it up with the ways. A small burst of forward speed and Atrevida slips on to the ways and rests ever so gently as we tie up the side of her to the pilings. A near disaster averted. A cheer goes up from our army.Yes we are relived, grateful and all those other things that pass for emotions at a time like this.
The owner of the ways put his huge wench into action and started the ways on an upward motion and the process of pulling the Atrevida out of the water starts. Moments later the owner shuts the wench down and walks down the ramp with a troubled look on his face. The Atrevida is not sitting quite right on the traveler. she is listing to the port side. This presents the problem of her not sitting right on her keel. So back we go into the water and the question of how to make her sit properly is now under hot discussion. The solution it seems is to put some weight on the starboard side so when she is hauled up she will sit properly on her keel. The solution is to bring our army of helpers onboard and have them stand on the starboard side of the boat. Mike and his trusty vessel comes once more to our aid and transfers our army of helpers on board. Once the transfer is done the huge wench comes to life and pulls the Atrevida once more out of the water. The site of a 65' foot ex BC Ferry being pulling out of the water is something one has to see to believe. 3:30 finds us sitting at a rather strange angle dispersing refreshment to all. With our boat sitting high and dry, and a ~ 37 ~ somewhat relived captain, we can now watch as the workers of the marina will be power washing and painting and replacing zinc's. Our work is over for the time being, that is until the reverse procedure of going back in happens.....
As is turns out, after our boat was washed , painted and checked over, the procedure of going back into the water was not as hair-raising as the coming out. With Mike and his trusty tug, we put a bridle on the back and he pulled us out into open water and we steamed back to our buoy with out further incident. The haul out completed. I think I will disappear the next time and reappear when it is all over. I just am not made to handle these stressful incidents...... I truly think this is a man- thing, as they seem to be able to handle these things with a lot more calm.
Do I sound like am I whimping out..... you bet
Thursday, 2 June 2011
The Montague report:
Atrevida here reporting from Montague,,,, wet,rainy and cold, oh lots of buoys and lots of anchoring room... what a dreary day this is.. so Thought I would cheer you up with some tasty treat pictures.
check out these fresh baked homemade sausage rolls..
check out these fresh baked homemade sausage rolls..
and to keep you warm while you travel from your boat to ours how about a handmade, handwoven blue plaid scarf...
hurry and come on over, the cin-buns are just coming out of the oven..
keep off those rocks friends...
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Atrevida the Floating Bakery: Our Boat Comes To Life!!!!
Atrevida the Floating Bakery: Our Boat Comes To Life!!!!: "Our boat comes to life....... The weekend was lousy. Not much sun but a lot of rain and just plain crappie weather. As all good boaters do,..."
Our Boat Comes To Life!!!!
Our boat comes to life....... The weekend was lousy. Not much sun but a lot of rain and just plain crappie weather. As all good boaters do, we check the weather channel on the vhf on a regular basis. As we were sitting down after a busy session of selling our baking we turned on the weather. The winds were starting to build and we wanted to see just how much more it was going to build. The words 40-60 knots of wind coming from the S.E. blared out. Any one who has been anchored in Montaque knows that the bay is only partially protected from the S,E. We have been in this bay when the winds have been high, so we though it was best to get while the getting was good. In less than 15 minutes we had put away our signs, stored everything we thought would fly around and lifted anchor for home. We realized that the 3 hour trip home might prove interesting but hopefully we would be ahead of the storm that had been forecasted. As we entered the tricomoli channel we could see the seas building. The chance of a smooth trip home was not to be. Now the Atrevida is built in such a way that if we head directly into the waves or ride the waves from the stern it is not likely that we will even know such a sea is building. But to reach Southy point, (north most point on Saltspring) we have to cross the channel. As we inched our way across the channel the waves were reaching five and six feet in height. As soon as we tried to turn a little sideways to cross the channel Atrevida would start to roll from side to side. Things we thought were put away suddenly found a life of their own. The china cabinet in the upper salon was the first to gain life. We were concentrating on the helm when a crash in the salon alerted us of the cabinet springing to life. Once the cabinet was secured a check of the rest of our possessions was entered upon. As Lee entered the galley, a stainless steel trolley fixed with wheels, I use ~ 42 ~ for baking, chased him around. It came at him from the opposite side of the galley and then rolled back to the wall. It was not finished its taste of freedom. It then came at him once again and rolled into the cupboards that separated the galley from the dinning room.(fancy word for the area we have our table in). The job of harnessing this trolley was comical. After it spewed the contents of the three shelves it waited once more for another wave to give it more movement. Lee took advantage of this lull and captured the errant trolley and wedged our tea towels under the wheels to stop it from moving. As Lee once more joined me on the bridge he explained the incident and said there was a little bit of mess on the floor in the galley, and thought best to leave it there until we reached calmer water. I agree why clean it up right now, there may be more added to it. As the waves and the seas continued to build and the rocking motion of the boat continued Lee made many trips aft to check on everything. We watch with surprise as a sailboat of approx. 40 feet was being lifted on the waves until you could see the keel and then slammed back down in the valley of the next wave. A fishing boat was also beating into the waves., taking a lot of green sea over the bow. The one surprising event that happened was our cat never got sick. Our cat who gets sea-sick on anchor when the wind and waves are up. There she sat sound asleep in a rocking chair in the salon. The motion of the boat was rocking the chair and she slept, like this was a completely nature thing. Ah the innocence of the picture was enough to calm my nerves. The trip to Southy Point was bumpy, and our adrenaline was running high. As we reached southy point and turned into the next channel, the water was calm. Protected in this channel from a SE wind, it gave us time to clean the galley and relax for the time being. The rest of the trip was surprisingly uneventful. The gusts of wind were coming at us up to 50 knots, but because of ~ 43 ~ the protection of Saltspring Island, there was relatively little wave action.
After a successful tie up to our buoy in Maple Bay, we sat down and discussed the trip. We came to the conclusion that next time we will head to the other side of Montaque Harbor and drop anchor. The South side of Montague harbor is well protected from SE winds. I must admit that the trip home was exhilarating, reminding us of our days on the sailboat beating into the wind with the sails up.
There were lots of calls to the coast guard on the V.H.F. radio of boats in distress. I am glad we have the Atrevida. She can handle the weather a lot better than we can. The experience of being in the storm proved to us how sound our boat is. Now if only we were as sound as our boat.......
After a successful tie up to our buoy in Maple Bay, we sat down and discussed the trip. We came to the conclusion that next time we will head to the other side of Montaque Harbor and drop anchor. The South side of Montague harbor is well protected from SE winds. I must admit that the trip home was exhilarating, reminding us of our days on the sailboat beating into the wind with the sails up.
There were lots of calls to the coast guard on the V.H.F. radio of boats in distress. I am glad we have the Atrevida. She can handle the weather a lot better than we can. The experience of being in the storm proved to us how sound our boat is. Now if only we were as sound as our boat.......
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