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The boat was already full of water. What a nightmare. It | The boat was already full of water. What a nightmare. It was kind of like my nightmare the night before. I didn't sleep well. | ||
There was 600 hundred pounds of crap to load in the boat. | There was 600 hundred pounds of crap to load in the boat, if you include my 250 plus and Uli's 80 pounds. The water was all the way up in the tall weeds; the dog had nowhere to sit. He likes sitting on the shore watching me in the water. I used the dog bowl to bail out the boat; since I wasn't sure about my fuel supply so didn't want to run it with the plug out to bail it. | ||
Turns out there is no gas on Fire Island. The closest gas was where I had to get to. It is not really a 'boaters paradise' as the websites claim. The Great South Bay at this section of Long Island is a about 5 miles across. There are almost none of the small islands that are everywhere in the bay between between Long Beach and West Islip. Winds out of the north half of the compass have a lot of water to blow over. There hardly any moorings and virtually no docks with floats out into the bay. The ferries that run along the bay side have these blunt steel bows that press against the bulkheads in town, the props churning up the water behing to hold themselves in place long enough to pick up and discharge passengers. | |||
Revision as of 22:56, 15 October 2015
fire island
The boat was already full of water. What a nightmare. It was kind of like my nightmare the night before. I didn't sleep well.
There was 600 hundred pounds of crap to load in the boat, if you include my 250 plus and Uli's 80 pounds. The water was all the way up in the tall weeds; the dog had nowhere to sit. He likes sitting on the shore watching me in the water. I used the dog bowl to bail out the boat; since I wasn't sure about my fuel supply so didn't want to run it with the plug out to bail it.
Turns out there is no gas on Fire Island. The closest gas was where I had to get to. It is not really a 'boaters paradise' as the websites claim. The Great South Bay at this section of Long Island is a about 5 miles across. There are almost none of the small islands that are everywhere in the bay between between Long Beach and West Islip. Winds out of the north half of the compass have a lot of water to blow over. There hardly any moorings and virtually no docks with floats out into the bay. The ferries that run along the bay side have these blunt steel bows that press against the bulkheads in town, the props churning up the water behing to hold themselves in place long enough to pick up and discharge passengers.
