Portsmouth Harbor, NH
Saturday the 5th was a crazy day of catching up on the seemingly endless list of To-Do items. Mark’s list was on / at the boat and mine was house and garden. It continued into Sunday. First item was to move the boat to the dock for easier loading – for what had not yet gone one. Every trip to the boat in the past two weeks included at least two canvass bags of stuff to go. After that load it was back to the house to pick out a pile of cloths that we actually fit into the allotted spaces on the boat. Somehow I also managed to get the refrigerator at the house emptied, shut down and loaded onto the boat. A great opportunity to clean out some of those mystery items that have been there for far too long. We gave ourselves a 4pm deadline for me to shut down the house and Mark to wrap up his projects, making some sense of the piles on the boat so that we could have some guests on to celebrate with us. Coincidentally it was also Mark’s birthday. One guest wished to hear the engine so Mark very happily turned it on only to have it not cooperate. When we had fueled on the 4th, we had shut off the fuel valves and never turned them on. Thank heavens it waited until we were tied up at the dock to run dry. Fortunately our guest was able to assist Mark in bleeding the injectors and she cranked right over. The last item then was to ferry the car back to the house, shut off the water and have a friend take me back. Of course the water valves haven’t been turned in 10 years and took some WD40 and a wrench and then I couldn’t remember if I had locked the front door. No overload here!
Monday the 7th dawned lovely but quite chilly. We pulled off the dock at @ 6:30 am, performed the Monhegan Farewell on our way past Portland Head Light and pointed her nose towards Portsmouth. I grabbed a few more hours of shut-eye as the swells were not agreeing with me. Mark poked around finding homes for belongings and putting things away. We pulled into Portsmouth Harbor just after noon, riding the end of the tide up the river. When we turned around to come back we dropped from a high of 9 knots back to 4. Quite a current here.
We are currently anchored up just outside the Pepperrell Cove Yacht Club. Scored – a place to anchor. Then we are to meet Jean Alvord – friend and colleague from the PSO for dinner as she and her husband live nearby. Not bad for first day out. Hard to believe we are doing it. It does feel a little bit like dropping down the Rabbit Hole!
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