Sep 2, 2012: Labor Day Labor

The traditional “end of summer” for the northern-folk, Labor-Day weekend is generally the best time of the season to be on the water here on the Chesapeake.  The water is warm, the air is warm, crab and fish are all keepers… just a great time to be out-and-about.  This weekend, however, turned out to be a weekend at the docks thanks to a dead port-engine that prevented casting-off the dock-lines.

The high-point of the weekend was arrival of a new crew-member to the Christina Rose, “Nitro”, joining the rest of his shipmates after 8-weeks of land-based training…

 

New crew-member NITRO!

New crew-member NITRO joins the Christina Rose

Captain and crew arrived to the marina early Saturday afternoon, waiting for most of the insane Bay Bridge traffic headed east for the holiday-weekend to subside.  The First Mate quickly left the Rose to meet up with his friend Kaitlyn for a little fishing while the Admiral and Captain stowed all gear and opened all curtains for the absolutely-stellar weather.  Deck-hand Nitro quickly acclimated to his quarters as the remaining crew prepared for a low-key dinner at the docks.  The Magma made quick-work of hot-dogs once the shore-fishermen returned for dinner.

Saturday afternoon was similar to other weekends, except this time the First Mate left the Captain and Admiral behind to fend for themselves as he focused on fishing with Kaitlyn.  The remainder of Saturday afternoon was devoted to pool-time, with plans for a late-afternoon cruise for swimming and dinner.  Those remaining on-board the Rose had a very relaxing day, enjoying the beautiful weather during minor cleaning-maintenance.

Crew-plus-one returned Saturday afternoon after a hard day of fishing, prepared for the dinner-cruise, quickly settling below-decks to enjoy TV over beautiful scenery and weather topside.  Captain fired-up the generator (to keep the A/C cooling as much as possible), cast-off shore-lines, fired-up the starboard-engine, and within seconds discovered something seriously-amiss with the port-engine as alarm-displays, buzzers, rapid-clicking noises from the bilge and pegging-gauges at the helm clued all in to the unlikely launch…

 

 

Within 20-minutes, all hope for a cruise was lost, as the Captain’s attempts to swap relays, fuses, and every accessible connection made no difference in the abnormal behavior of the port-engine.  Mere seconds after announcing there would be no cruise, First Mate plus one abandoned-ship, in-favor of more fishing and crabbing at the docks.  What was a complete disappointment for Captain and Admiral was barely even noticed by the rest of the crew who were quite content to have dinner at the docks.  Shore-lines were reconnected to the Rose, then hotdogs and chicken on the Magma it was, dockside under a beautiful setting sun.

 

Captain, First Mate, Plus-One!

Ry and Kaitlyn enjoying late-night dinner below-decks

 

Sunday morning started similarly to others at the marina; coffee onboard for the Captain and Admiral, donuts at the marina for the First Mate plus-one.  With a busted-engine, the younger-ones focused on dockside-activities like fishing, crabbing, and swimming (while the Captain focused unsuccessfully on everything he could think of to cure Christina’s unusual ailment).  Combined together, two days of crabbing by the juniors netted a good 20-30 Maryland Blue-Crab keepers, most of which were either sold to the locals or tossed-back to catch another day.  Yeah, it’s time for Christina to get a steam-pot!

 

Instead of crab though, once again the Magma did a great job cooking several different foods at the same time Sunday evening, the Swiss Army Knife of crock-pots, so-to-say.  The adults enjoyed potatoes, vegetables, rice, lime-encrusted grilled Tilapia… while the new deck-hand made several attempts to enjoy the same…

 

Nitro eying our dinner

Apparently Nitro likes grilled fish better than dog food…

 

And, a little while later during clean-up, from above there rose such a clatter, we went topside to see what was the matter…

 

Puppy Manners

Apparently we need to keep a better eye on Christina’s new crew-member…

 

After the Rose was all cleaned-up, the decision was made to head back home Sunday evening, cutting-short the holiday-weekend by a day-or-so… maybe to avoid the significant west-bound Bay Bridge traffic Monday-night, perhaps to avoid worrying while sitting on a busted-boat, possibly because Kaitlyn was headed home early, or because the First Mate caught every available blue-crab…

 

Another Keeper!

First-Mate catches another keeper at the docks!

 

During cleanup of the cabin… once again from above there rose such a clatter, we went topside to see what was the matter…

 

Darned dog.

This isn’t going to end well…

 

Darned dog.

A late drive-home Sunday put an end to the weekend aboard the Rose, the crew locking-up the hatches 34-hours after arriving.  Another weekend of very-low fuel-consumption, though this time not quite as-planned.  Fortunately, awesome weather and fun dockside activities made the broken-leg barely even noticeable.  And, for the record… it turned out to be just a shorted-out water-pressure sensor in the port-engine that was shorting-out the engine’s computer (took the experts 4-hours to figure out and fix)… they said they’d never seen a failure like that either!

Happy Wakes!  Fee free to drop me a note anytime, ChristinaRose@edickent.com

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