In deciding what to bring on this adventure, we selected those items that meant the most to us for one reason or another and seemed somewhat practical to bring on a boat. My favorite picture of Austin, a Hawaiian Santa Steve had given us, our Buddha from the BVI’s and two ceramic figures from local artists we picked up on our travels. Okay maybe the last two were not so practical! We also brought martini and wine glasses because after all you can’t properly chill a plastic martini glass or drink a fine wine from a plastic wine glass 🙂 Each breakable item has a specific place where it is stored during passages.
Before leaving the relative calm of the San Diego Bay and hitting the big ocean I went through the boat and made sure everything was as secured as I could. That meant going through all the cabinets and making sure they were full enough so that once we hit the ocean swells, nothing would go flying or break. We had a lot of food for four people so the food locker was quite full. We exited the bay out into the ocean under beautiful bright blue skies and so the boat ‘music’ began. Wine bottles and glasses clanging like a cymbal, the steal drum sound of cans, clattering dishes like tambourines, and the xylophone sound of silverware. All combined with a melody of crashing waves hitting the hull creating a symphony of heavenly music. The volume and beat was steady no crescendo culminating in broken glass. Whew I guess I did alright!
Then the sun set, the stars and moon appeared and watch schedules began. The aft cabin contains the food locker and engine all located under the cockpit. Cans rattling, cockpit table swaying back and forth, crew noises, wood creaking, water splashing against the stern not to mention the drone of the engine if it was on. It was described as the ‘House of Horrors’. In the main cabin, the roll of the boat mirrored the clang of dishes and bottles. Instead of counting sheep I was counting the clang of wine bottles. In the cockpit the engine exhaust sounds like thunder and one evening Gary and I both were positive that Greg was playing music in the aft cabin. NOT!
We have since learned how to really batten down the boat when on passages. And if we are anchored out where the boat is constantly moving, we have about five things we need to secure before going to bed. Otherwise somebody is getting up in the middle of the night. It took us two days to figure out that a small squeak that was keeping us awake was a latch on our companion way door.
But when all is quite in the cockpit, I still hear music playing.