Out, out damn spot

Kadizzle's Shakespeare is certainly lacking, but he does remember that one quote " Out, out, damn spot".   It should be Stop, stop, damn halyard.  For some strange reason a halyard in the mast banged all night. Kadizzle got up 16 time to try to locate the offender.  He tried everything, tightened every line, moved every block, and looked, listened, and felt.  No luck the damn thing rattled all night. In fact as we sit here in the morning light it is still banging. It sounds like it is coming from the inside of the mast.  Try going to sleep with and intermittent sound of a dog scratching a tin can.  So later today we will get a hacksaw and just cut the mast off and throw it in the lake. We will have the slowest power boat on the lake.

The Commander just made coffee, and Kadizzle is up to date.  We boomed into Mallard Island yesterday.  We had a close reach all day and sailed 28 miles on one tack.  It is always something.  Just as we were about to go into the bay at Mallard Island the roller furler jammed.  Luckily we caught it before we boomed in.  We would have been doing seven knots into the bay and discovered the damn thing was stuck.  Pat and Nancy are with us and we sat on the nice sandy beach and had a nice veggie plate put together by The Commander along with a drink of sea juice.

This morning the ship will sail back to port like a raped ape.   The wind is strong from the southeast, and it will be a broad reach.  We should be there in about an hour.