I'm thinking I need a pushpit mounted BBQ grill for weekends like this. Go over to Angel Island and fire up the grill for some tasty burgers. Good weekend plan.
EXCEPT that it stinks of RV-boating. Next thing you know, I'll have a dodger, electric winches and a bowthruster. That's not sailing, that's boating, a huge difference.
I'm a manly sailor, I pull on lines, use a tiller, and don't reef in under 40 knots. I don't wear foul weather gear and I don't wear gloves.
Decision made, I'll buy a pack of beef jerky and heave-to in ayala cove for a 3 minute lunch before heading back out. Singlehanded most likely.
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actually, I'm going to buy a bbq grill with a matching cover (captain's blue).
Hey, the BBQ grill isn't a bad idea. I'm thinking of getting one for the Pretty Gee. Her color is Sunbrella Pacific Blue.
Bow thrusters and electric winches are a bit much... but a dodger is a necessity in New England.
I'm willing to bet if you sailed in New England's waters, with the Labrador current, you might be re-thinking the gloves, foul weather gear, and dodger. :D
I bet he thinks about it here as well on some of those Jan- March days on the Bay as well. Unless... he does not sail then... but no that cannot be... he is a real sailor.... hahahah, kidding
We solved the "problem" by doing the two-boat-thing. Carol Anne's boat is the "purist" boat - there's not even a railing where you could try to put a grill. Our little cruising boat, on the other hand, is allowed to have any old decadent technology we can afford - which isn't much, 'cause with two boats now I'm broke all the time. A better solution would be to have friends with a big gold-plater yacht to follow you around as your support crew; you could sail around and then raft up with them while they cook you up some prime rib, grilled shrimp, and mix up margaritas in the blender. Hmmm...
I had a little round grill on one of the boats we chartered in the BVI a few years ago. While I was pushing the poor Beneteau upwind as fast as she should go outside Tortola to get up to the Bitter End Yacht Club on Virgin Gorda, the clamp holding the grill to the stern rail came loose, the grill tipped over and the ashes began flowing downwind over the stern. Not exactly a seaman-like image.
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