“You won’t get any thanks for this, you realize?”
My brother-in-law John is talking to Mickey, a Gabriola Island buddy with a 35-foot sailboat and the willingness to tow us home.
“Not the damsels-in-distress routine, you mean?”
“God, no, that’s not going to work. Won’t go over at all well.”
Gill and I are on her veteran Martin 29 sailboat, with a dead engine and limping in light to zero winds back to Degnen Bay after four nights in the Gulf Islands in Canada.
The rusty but usually reliable Volvo engine, circa 1974, had a couple of starting hiccups before we set sail. But nothing that Gill – my twin sister – didn’t think a good engine run wouldn’t solve.
The first day, we beat south on “Pelegrin” from Gabriola to Prevost, a quiet island opposite Saltspring. A steady five-knot SE kept us sailing and happy all day, before dropping anchor in Glenthorne Passage around 7pm. The biggest decision of the day? How much carrot cake to eat.
Our engine woes began the second day. Continue reading