Early morning found me surveying the different possibilities of getting the dingy launched from its position forward, over the cabin's forward hatch. It had never been moved since purchasing it in Quebec City on my passage from Toronto to Halifax. Two strong lads had placed it forward during delivery where it had remained ever since.
The plan was to incorporate the mainsail sheet and winch to raise the back end so that the bow could then be lifted over the guard rail and lowered to the water.
The winch made it easy to raise the dingy's stern up a little higher than the guard rail. It was then fairly easy to move the bow of the dingy over the guard rail where it tilted slightly downward. It was then back to the winch where it was lowered to the water below. It left me pretty pumped how smooth the plan worked.
The one tricky part was getting down to the dingy in its present position in order to undo the mainsail sheet from its stern. This was done after some very careful climbing down to the dingy and back up again.
It was then easy to walk the dingy to the stern using the line that had previously been attached to its bow.
There seemed no better time to head ashore as there was business there to be done. While heading in to Zwicker's Warf the Bluenose II was just heading out of the harbour.
The main reason for heading to town was to look into the best way of having a small package sent down from Halifax. My doctor had given me a prescription for blood pressure regulation and it had not been rea died when dropping by the pharmacy on our way to the boat for departure last week.
Although not urgent, as there was still some supply with me, it was good to get it arranged as the clerk at the post office gave me the heads up that a postal strike was expected within the next week or so.
After a coffee and sweet bun at a local cafe it seemed time to head back to Makina to let my daughter know the best way to send it to me. Makina seemed a lot further out in the harbour than the row in had felt. The pic below shows her far off Zwicker's Warf between the two closer boats.
Although it may have looked far the little dingy cut quickly across the habour with each stroke of the oars bringing me closer to my floating condo.
With my mission complete it was back to gaming, YouTube Binging, snacking and napping... the downtime of this old seadog.
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