Welcome to 2015, internet citizens! Let me give you a quick rundown of The Intern’s status. She was hauled out at Seabrook Marina for a little while, during which time the transmission was repaired, the prop shaft was rebuilt, propeller was cleaned and replated into a thing of beauty, water hoses replaced, bilge cleaned (as much as possible, the thing is deep), bilge pumps rebuilt and remounted, toe rail repaired, a concerted effort made to repair any blisters on the hull, and a brand new paint job done, including the official renaming. Sam dedicated some crazy hours to the effort, spending evenings after work and long hot weekends laboring away. It all paid off on the day that he was able to relauch the boat and bring it all the way home to its slip in South Shore Harbor Marina.
Once she was in the slip, and much closer to our house, Sam continued the work, and has been refinishing the teak accents in the cabin, painting, and sealing leaks. Liners are being pulled out, and stanchions rebedded. No leak is safe! I received a fancy new sewing machine for Christmas, so once I figure out how to work the thing, textile upgrades are on the list. We’ve taken her out with friends onto the lake, enjoying some excellent sailing weather. Maybe it was because of all these positives and successes that we came up with the greatest New Year’s Eve plan ever, alternatively titled “Hubris: an Introduction to Seasickness.”
Since the beginning of this adventure, I have somehow avoided becoming even a touch queasy while out. Badass sailing girlfriend, invincible to mere mortal concerns like seasickness! Dramamine is for the weak! Of course, in retrospect, none of the adventures I’d been on had involved any sort of weather or conditions. Silly me. The grand idea was to venture out onto the nice dark lake for panoramic views of the city, cook dinner, anchor, and watch the sky light up all around with fireworks to ring in the New Year. Sounds awesome, right? I thought so too, so yesterday we loaded some food and blankets, and my poor dog, onto the boat and set out. We had great weather in the afternoon; sunny, a little brisk, and a decent wind with very small seas. We picked out a spot with a perfect view, dropped anchor, and had a hearty dinner of beef stew with bread and butter. Then, we snuggled up under some blankets to relax until the countdown. Relaxing did not last very long.
I don’t remember if I noticed the wind picking up or the waves first. I do recall that the dog, who up until last night had been very calm and happy on the boat, was displeased. Her preferred method of coping? Laying as close to on top of my head as physically possible. Around 8 pm, the boat was pitching pretty well, with a rough toss coming along every so often. Not totally comfortable, but not unbearable. We weren’t keen on scrapping the whole plan, so we tried to ride it out. By 10, it was clear the waves were only getting bigger, it was too cold to sleep above deck, and staying below was going to force me to revisit the stew in a most unpleasant way. If I’m proud of anything, it’s that we know our own limits. On went the jackets, and we raised the anchor, started up the motor, and pointed back toward the marina. Sam has run the boat in weather before, if you recall, but I have not. In the land of Meghan, all sailing had been sunshine and rainbows. But last night, I’d say we operated pretty well as a duo; Sam called out commands to me, I managed to not vomit while keeping watch on the horizon for marker lights and crab traps. Real team effort.
The worst part: all the while the poor, poor dog was below deck, seriously and understandably freaking out. I knew that she’d feel better up top with us, but with the way were pitching around, I didn’t trust her to stay on the boat. Between the possibility of a seasick dog whining below, and an attempted night rescue of a catahoula in a life jacket, I thought she’d be better off queasy and scared, but safe. After we docked, she happily ran around the dock, and we resolved that to be extra nice to her for the next few days.
Although not necessarily the night we imagined, it wasn’t a total wash. We did get to see the shores all around us light up with fireworks at about 11 pm (why this early, I couldn’t tell you). Plus, I feel like I’ve earned some sort of merit badge for seasickness and not panicking. Much.