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peetmin posted 05-26-2003 02:45 PM ET (US)
My Wife and I decided at the last minute that we would take our boat across the sound to Poulsbo (WA.) to have dinner and spend the night on the boat.
7:00p-When we arrived at marina the docks were full, very full. So we tied the boat to the gas dock that was closed at this time and set out to look for something for dinner. We found the Bayside pub, it had umbrellas on the deck and beer signs in the windows. I was oddly drawn to it. Those beer signs are to me what a “pink hootchie” is to a king salmon.
I had never tried “poached steak” before, and I don’t remember discussing this treatment with the waiter. I thought I had mentioned medium rare. At any rate maybe it is like Lutefisk and is an acquired taste. I didn’t care for it. The vegetables suffered the same mistreatment.
8:30p- After dinner we agreed since there was no space on the dock that we would anchor out in the bay for the night. So we left the gas dock and headed into the bay looking for a spot that would allow us to anchor leaving enough space for a wind change without the chance of bumping into a neighboring boat. We found the perfect spot put the anchor down. I lit the heater for my wife and began to put up the canvas for the night. Just as I snapped the last fastener, my wife discovered that she had not brought any water. I went on to suggest that Budweiser or “Mike’s hard lemonade” could be used in a pinch to wet a toothbrush or one’s whistle before turning in. She did not agree.
9:00p-Drag anchor were headed ashore for fresh water. This really did not take that long and was not much trouble as there is a small store not far from the top of the dock. We were back in place anchor down in the bay within ½ an hour.
9:30p- Check the depth sounder, it is telling me that we are anchored in 9’ of water no problem. We organized our gear and got ready to turn in.
This is where I insert a footnote that will be of value in the next portion of my post: When you are at the dock launching and your wife is installing plugs in the cabin (22’ Revenge) and she says “Oh so these things just push in” Take heed and DO NOT assume she knows that after they are pushed in they need to be tightened.
That being said I will forward to 11:30p- I awake to the beautiful sounds of Peter Frampton echoing across the water and a serenade being delivered by a crew of tone deaf sailors. Now this isn’t just one song, this medley is the whole album and this isn’t the studio cut “oh no” this is “Frampton Comes Alive” That is a double live album for those who recall, what luck.
I decided to take a look.As I set my foot down in the cabin I can’t help but notice water on the floor that I did not recall being there when we turned in. It is now that I begin to remember our conversation back at the boat launch “These just push in”. As I attempt to tighten the plug water is actually sort of “boiling” in. This is becoming a little stressful and between the water entering the boat and the magical sounds of Peter Frampton in the background it is obvious that I won’t be falling back to sleep soon.
After what seemed like twenty turns the plug finally tightened and that problem was solved. After a cup and a bucket and a bunch of paper towels the water was gone and I’m back in the rack.
2:00a- I awake to the sound of wind waves hitting the bow and following that heavy rain hitting the canvas. I decide I should take look topside. As I get my bearings I notice a sailboat drifting by as his anchor has drug. The captain is awake and he resets his anchor. I turn on the sounder and it reads 18’ so the tide is in and it’s a big one it has risen 9’ in five hours. The wind blows once more a little harder and my anchor slips. So I set out to the bow to reset, Must have been quite a sight, skipper standing on the bow pulpit proudly setting anchor in a down pour in my boxer shorts. The royal navy would have been proud. I let it drift between the two boats that were behind me and set it once I was past them.
I slept the rest of the night, woke up in the morning, got coffee and breakfast at the Poulsbo bakery and we were on our way back home. For those on the left coast our trip home requires passage through a “locks”. For those who are not familiar, a lock is used at least in this case to pass from the sound (salt water) to Lake Union (fresh water). Lake Union is about twenty feet higher than the sound. It is an interesting process. You and 10-15 other boats pull into a holding area (The locks) with closed steel doors in front of you. When everyone is in they close the huge steel doors behind you and begin filling the area with water (huge pumps) until you have risen approximately 20’ depending on tide. After you have risen to the same elevation as the lake they open the doors in front of you and you exit the locks into the fresh water.
It was a great trip that was marked with many interesting side notes that made it memorable. Thought I would share…pb

jimh posted 05-26-2003 02:57 PM ET (US)
A very entertaining narrative of what I believe to be a typical boating adventure!
One technical comment: your scope changed drastically when the depth of water changed to 18-feet from 9-feet. This probably contributed to the anchor pulling out.
My wife and I have had the pleasure of sleeping aboard for about 100 nights. A preponderance of them were uneventful, idyllic, restful, and peaceful, but there are a few that I remember which are more like the one you described.
David Jenkins posted 05-28-2003 09:45 PM ET (US)
Great story! Could you talk your wife into posting her perspective of the same trip? That might be humorous!
peetmins wife posted 05-29-2003 12:40 AM ET (US)
Dear Mr. Jenkins, as you have requested I will attempt to tell you about my recollection of our overnight trip across the sound. First I should tell you we have a very rare 42’ Boston Whaler. It doesn’t seem much bigger than the others but I know it is because my husband told me so. At any rate we made our way across the Puget Sound my husband at the helm dissecting the waves with the precision of a surgeon. We cruised across the main channel at 70 mph I know that as well because I asked him.
When we arrived we made way to one of the finest dining establishments available and were treated to service usually reserved for royalty. I can’t begin to explain the level of bliss I experienced as I enjoyed my steak. The method of preparation was very unique and something I will not soon forget. You see we receive this type of treatment because my husband is very important…He told me that too.
Anyway I won’t spend any more time telling you how handsome, strapping and smart my husband is because he would be embarrassed as he is also very humble. After dinner we took the boat into the harbor and set the anchor. My husband was like a humming bird as he stowed our gear, put up the canvas and made my bed for me. Why he even lit the heater to make sure that all of my comforts were met. In fact he was not mad at all when I told him that I had forgotten to bring water even though that was my only responsibility. Quite the contrary in fact I believe I recall him assuring me it would be no problem pulling anchor and returning to the dock so that I could get some water. He is such a darling.
Later when we were back in place with the anchor down that scoundrel sprinkled rose petals all over the satin sheet with Whaler Logo embossed on them. Why Mr. Jenkins I do believe I experienced Nirvana as that devil gave me a foot massage second to none. Oh goodness I’m blushing.
I awoke the next morning to fresh flower, croissants and freshly brewed coffee all complements of Mr. Wonderful and I must say I do not remember ever sleeping so well. There were no incidents to report as we slept peacefully though the night. The End
Respectfully, Peetmin’s Wife

mustang7nh posted 05-29-2003 07:10 AM ET (US)
Bravo!
JFM posted 05-29-2003 08:25 AM ET (US)
Ain't love grand?
Regards, Jay
where2 posted 05-29-2003 12:24 PM ET (US)
That story makes sleeping on my 15' Sport seem like really roughing it... Next time, I'll take a blanket... Fortunately, my anchor held through the night with only a 3' tide. I was more worried about ending up in the Gulfstream, since we were just inside Palm Beach Inlet.
elaelap posted 05-29-2003 12:38 PM ET (US)
Peetmin,
Trade ya wifes (wives, jimh?), and I'll throw in my house and two teenagers.
Tony
peetmins wife posted 05-29-2003 12:45 PM ET (US)
Tony- please send photos of your boat as I am rather particular...Signed, Peetmin's Wife
Moby posted 05-29-2003 03:10 PM ET (US)
Sounds like a great trip! ... a free concert!
Another technical comment:
Many navigation locks don't have pumps to fill the chamber. They have large gates to allow the chamber to be filled by the head of the higher elevation water.
doobee posted 05-30-2003 12:11 AM ET (US)
Well done!
I once anchored a 44' non-Whaler in the harbor at the the east end of the Cape Cod Canal. It was about 11PM and that's when I discovered that the entire length of the boat's anchor rode was chain. It was flat calm, and the chain had no markings on it so it was impossible to tell how much chain I let out. I let the windlass pay out for what seemed to be an ample period of time, backed the boat down to set the anchor, and turned in for the night.
Some time later, I was awoken by a strange tapping sound. Just as I looked out the porthole in my berth, I saw a set of red, high heels stroll by, and they were attached to a very curvacious set of legs.
A quick check of my watch told me it was 4:30 AM. For a moment, I dwelled on just what sort of woman may be cruising the docks of Sandwich at that hour. That is, until I realised that instead of contemplating hookers, I should be contemplating hooks. After all, I was supposed to be at anchor.
I went topside, and made an amazing discovery. I had not let out enough scope, so when the tide came in, it lifted the anchor off the bottom. We drifted past several anchored boats, and into the only empty slip in the marina. Another hour or so and the docmaster would have shown up demanding dockage.
Techmage posted 06-06-2003 12:15 AM ET (US)
I have a Tartan 30 sailboat that weighs 9000lbs. I love sleeping on the hook! There is this little island I know of that I go to. just drop my #22 Danforth into 9 ft of water, let out 35ft of heavy chain and 40 ft of rope. When the tide changes direction my boat turns around and resets, I have a whole new view awaiting me when I exit the cabin in the morning.

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peetmin	posted 05-26-2003 02:45 PM ET (US) My Wife and I decided at the last minute that we would take our boat across the sound to Poulsbo (WA.) to have dinner and spend the night on the boat. 7:00p-When we arrived at marina the docks were full, very full. So we tied the boat to the gas dock that was closed at this time and set out to look for something for dinner. We found the Bayside pub, it had umbrellas on the deck and beer signs in the windows. I was oddly drawn to it. Those beer signs are to me what a “pink hootchie” is to a king salmon. I had never tried “poached steak” before, and I don’t remember discussing this treatment with the waiter. I thought I had mentioned medium rare. At any rate maybe it is like Lutefisk and is an acquired taste. I didn’t care for it. The vegetables suffered the same mistreatment. 8:30p- After dinner we agreed since there was no space on the dock that we would anchor out in the bay for the night. So we left the gas dock and headed into the bay looking for a spot that would allow us to anchor leaving enough space for a wind change without the chance of bumping into a neighboring boat. We found the perfect spot put the anchor down. I lit the heater for my wife and began to put up the canvas for the night. Just as I snapped the last fastener, my wife discovered that she had not brought any water. I went on to suggest that Budweiser or “Mike’s hard lemonade” could be used in a pinch to wet a toothbrush or one’s whistle before turning in. She did not agree. 9:00p-Drag anchor were headed ashore for fresh water. This really did not take that long and was not much trouble as there is a small store not far from the top of the dock. We were back in place anchor down in the bay within ½ an hour. 9:30p- Check the depth sounder, it is telling me that we are anchored in 9’ of water no problem. We organized our gear and got ready to turn in. This is where I insert a footnote that will be of value in the next portion of my post: When you are at the dock launching and your wife is installing plugs in the cabin (22’ Revenge) and she says “Oh so these things just push in” Take heed and DO NOT assume she knows that after they are pushed in they need to be tightened. That being said I will forward to 11:30p- I awake to the beautiful sounds of Peter Frampton echoing across the water and a serenade being delivered by a crew of tone deaf sailors. Now this isn’t just one song, this medley is the whole album and this isn’t the studio cut “oh no” this is “Frampton Comes Alive” That is a double live album for those who recall, what luck. I decided to take a look.As I set my foot down in the cabin I can’t help but notice water on the floor that I did not recall being there when we turned in. It is now that I begin to remember our conversation back at the boat launch “These just push in”. As I attempt to tighten the plug water is actually sort of “boiling” in. This is becoming a little stressful and between the water entering the boat and the magical sounds of Peter Frampton in the background it is obvious that I won’t be falling back to sleep soon. After what seemed like twenty turns the plug finally tightened and that problem was solved. After a cup and a bucket and a bunch of paper towels the water was gone and I’m back in the rack. 2:00a- I awake to the sound of wind waves hitting the bow and following that heavy rain hitting the canvas. I decide I should take look topside. As I get my bearings I notice a sailboat drifting by as his anchor has drug. The captain is awake and he resets his anchor. I turn on the sounder and it reads 18’ so the tide is in and it’s a big one it has risen 9’ in five hours. The wind blows once more a little harder and my anchor slips. So I set out to the bow to reset, Must have been quite a sight, skipper standing on the bow pulpit proudly setting anchor in a down pour in my boxer shorts. The royal navy would have been proud. I let it drift between the two boats that were behind me and set it once I was past them. I slept the rest of the night, woke up in the morning, got coffee and breakfast at the Poulsbo bakery and we were on our way back home. For those on the left coast our trip home requires passage through a “locks”. For those who are not familiar, a lock is used at least in this case to pass from the sound (salt water) to Lake Union (fresh water). Lake Union is about twenty feet higher than the sound. It is an interesting process. You and 10-15 other boats pull into a holding area (The locks) with closed steel doors in front of you. When everyone is in they close the huge steel doors behind you and begin filling the area with water (huge pumps) until you have risen approximately 20’ depending on tide. After you have risen to the same elevation as the lake they open the doors in front of you and you exit the locks into the fresh water. It was a great trip that was marked with many interesting side notes that made it memorable. Thought I would share…pb
jimh	posted 05-26-2003 02:57 PM ET (US) A very entertaining narrative of what I believe to be a typical boating adventure! One technical comment: your scope changed drastically when the depth of water changed to 18-feet from 9-feet. This probably contributed to the anchor pulling out. My wife and I have had the pleasure of sleeping aboard for about 100 nights. A preponderance of them were uneventful, idyllic, restful, and peaceful, but there are a few that I remember which are more like the one you described.
David Jenkins	posted 05-28-2003 09:45 PM ET (US) Great story! Could you talk your wife into posting her perspective of the same trip? That might be humorous!
peetmins wife	posted 05-29-2003 12:40 AM ET (US) Dear Mr. Jenkins, as you have requested I will attempt to tell you about my recollection of our overnight trip across the sound. First I should tell you we have a very rare 42’ Boston Whaler. It doesn’t seem much bigger than the others but I know it is because my husband told me so. At any rate we made our way across the Puget Sound my husband at the helm dissecting the waves with the precision of a surgeon. We cruised across the main channel at 70 mph I know that as well because I asked him. When we arrived we made way to one of the finest dining establishments available and were treated to service usually reserved for royalty. I can’t begin to explain the level of bliss I experienced as I enjoyed my steak. The method of preparation was very unique and something I will not soon forget. You see we receive this type of treatment because my husband is very important…He told me that too. Anyway I won’t spend any more time telling you how handsome, strapping and smart my husband is because he would be embarrassed as he is also very humble. After dinner we took the boat into the harbor and set the anchor. My husband was like a humming bird as he stowed our gear, put up the canvas and made my bed for me. Why he even lit the heater to make sure that all of my comforts were met. In fact he was not mad at all when I told him that I had forgotten to bring water even though that was my only responsibility. Quite the contrary in fact I believe I recall him assuring me it would be no problem pulling anchor and returning to the dock so that I could get some water. He is such a darling. Later when we were back in place with the anchor down that scoundrel sprinkled rose petals all over the satin sheet with Whaler Logo embossed on them. Why Mr. Jenkins I do believe I experienced Nirvana as that devil gave me a foot massage second to none. Oh goodness I’m blushing. I awoke the next morning to fresh flower, croissants and freshly brewed coffee all complements of Mr. Wonderful and I must say I do not remember ever sleeping so well. There were no incidents to report as we slept peacefully though the night. The End Respectfully, Peetmin’s Wife
mustang7nh	posted 05-29-2003 07:10 AM ET (US) Bravo!
JFM	posted 05-29-2003 08:25 AM ET (US) Ain't love grand? Regards, Jay
where2	posted 05-29-2003 12:24 PM ET (US) That story makes sleeping on my 15' Sport seem like really roughing it... Next time, I'll take a blanket... Fortunately, my anchor held through the night with only a 3' tide. I was more worried about ending up in the Gulfstream, since we were just inside Palm Beach Inlet.
elaelap	posted 05-29-2003 12:38 PM ET (US) Peetmin, Trade ya wifes (wives, jimh?), and I'll throw in my house and two teenagers. Tony
peetmins wife	posted 05-29-2003 12:45 PM ET (US) Tony- please send photos of your boat as I am rather particular...Signed, Peetmin's Wife
Moby	posted 05-29-2003 03:10 PM ET (US) Sounds like a great trip! ... a free concert! Another technical comment: Many navigation locks don't have pumps to fill the chamber. They have large gates to allow the chamber to be filled by the head of the higher elevation water.
doobee	posted 05-30-2003 12:11 AM ET (US) Well done! I once anchored a 44' non-Whaler in the harbor at the the east end of the Cape Cod Canal. It was about 11PM and that's when I discovered that the entire length of the boat's anchor rode was chain. It was flat calm, and the chain had no markings on it so it was impossible to tell how much chain I let out. I let the windlass pay out for what seemed to be an ample period of time, backed the boat down to set the anchor, and turned in for the night. Some time later, I was awoken by a strange tapping sound. Just as I looked out the porthole in my berth, I saw a set of red, high heels stroll by, and they were attached to a very curvacious set of legs. A quick check of my watch told me it was 4:30 AM. For a moment, I dwelled on just what sort of woman may be cruising the docks of Sandwich at that hour. That is, until I realised that instead of contemplating hookers, I should be contemplating hooks. After all, I was supposed to be at anchor. I went topside, and made an amazing discovery. I had not let out enough scope, so when the tide came in, it lifted the anchor off the bottom. We drifted past several anchored boats, and into the only empty slip in the marina. Another hour or so and the docmaster would have shown up demanding dockage.
Techmage	posted 06-06-2003 12:15 AM ET (US) I have a Tartan 30 sailboat that weighs 9000lbs. I love sleeping on the hook! There is this little island I know of that I go to. just drop my #22 Danforth into 9 ft of water, let out 35ft of heavy chain and 40 ft of rope. When the tide changes direction my boat turns around and resets, I have a whole new view awaiting me when I exit the cabin in the morning.