Friday was spent with breaths half held, eyes glued to forecast monitors and wind maps while waiting for the seller to call so we can determine if we’re going to leave our boat where she is in Spa Creek, or if we’re taking her 4 hours south to a marina in a protected harbor. The experts are predicting that Hurricane Joaquin is going away from the coast and into the Atlantic, which is fantastic news. However, the system causing us all the wind and rain remains in place, and gale force winds are sweeping the area.
This wind is incredible, its power shushing through the trees as a constant backdrop to our daily activities. There are times the wind whispers, and times it sings beautiful operas, and then there are times it shouts louder than a train pulling into station. As I type this, the tree tops are bent over, hunched like old ladies over their walkers, and the wind murmurs unintelligibly as they shuffle in place.
The Frogg Togg foul weather gear I ordered was delivered Friday afternoon, and I felt like a child again playing dress up. The material feels like cardboard and styrofoam had a baby, and are big enough to be pulled over a variety of clothing including sweat pants and a sweat shirt. This is good, since the Toggs themselves don’t provide much insulation.
Shortly after these pictures were taken, the seller called. We are all on the same page, much to my relief. If we try to move the boat, we are placing our lives at risk. Yes, the boat can handle the waves, but it’s the wind and the current that makes us nervous. We’d rather not be someone else’s dinner story, work gossip, or brief news story. We’d rather not be someone else’s educational story as to what not to do during bad weather. There are enough of those stories as it is. Instead, the boat is going to stay where it is. The sails have been strapped down in such a way they cannot come unfurled. The seller, who only lives 15 – 20 minutes away from Annapolis, is handling the boat this weekend as he does not need assistance to add or adjust lines, and we live just over 2.5 hours away. He’s keeping us apprised of everything via email and phone calls.
Such an email from the seller arrived Friday evening: “I went to Annapolis late this afternoon to check on the boat. Everything was fine but I adjusted lines and added four more to keep the boat safe with the 30 knot northeasterly wind coming down Spa Creek. Plus fenders on both sides in case another boat goes astray. It’s in good position now and the wind is not expected to get any greater than it was this afternoon when I was there. I’ll check on the boat again tomorrow morning at low tide.”
I am so grateful to this seller for taking care of the boat. True, neither Essex nor the broker has called to say the loan has been finalized, which means the seller still owns the boat, and one might argue this is in his best interest as he’s protecting the sale. But, I sense there is more to it than that. I sense he truly cares, and is doing what is right. I sense this boat has been important to him for many years–he purchased the boat brand new and has been its only owner. I sense he has worthy character, and his moral compass would not permit any other action, even if boat ownership had transferred on Friday.
I’m also glad that we’re able to email or call each other to discuss the status of things. Peter had a conversation with him yesterday regarding advice for hiring a captain and recommendations as to who he’s used in Annapolis for rigging maintenance. I’m so glad we’ve removed the broker as our intermediary, as we’ve learned bits of information has not been passed along to us, such as the seller’s offer to spend a day with us going over the boat, its systems, and sailing techniques. That will be wonderful!