Every once in a while I miss my slip. I've always gone by the mantra that you can't go too slow while docking. On Sunday, I think I realized that's wrong. When you're going so slow that you lose steerage while trying to turn upwind you will miss your slip. The windage just backs your bow down and you've missed it.
I have a backup plan when this happens, I meander down the way, turn around at the end and go back to try again. I've never missed twice.
But still it's embarrassing, I'm a freakin' Seagoing Man, I shouldn't be missing my slip. Most of the time there's no-one there to see it but as luck would have it last Sunday was different. The marina was crowded: the new guy was there, Will was there, the guy with the unpronouncable name was there. And they saw me and waved condescendingly as I went by the wrong way. At that point, Camille said, "at least Chris didn't see you" all chirpily and BOOM, just then I look over and even Chris is walking down the dock. It was a full house. At just the right time.
But there is an upside. I realized as I came back that I rarely get to see the names of the boats on my pier so I tried to remember them, thinking that at the end of the week (today), I'd see how well I did and put them in the blog. Here goes nothing.
Pearl, Grendel, Hardtack II, Uff?, Louisa, Ferocity?, Carroll E, Hana, and Tangiel. I missed the Hunter, the unpronouncable guy's boat name, a few powerboats that don't count and the one in between hana and Tangiel. The last one that I know but didn't see: Lady Bug.