The Potomac River was pretty rough because of wind, but fortunately (not) the temperature was 34 degrees. As the day wore on the waves subsided and on the enclosed bridge, with the sun shining through the isinglass, the temperature at times soared to 84 degrees. We stopped at Point Lookout Marina, where we had stayed on the way up river in August. We added just enough fuel to get us to our final destination. No point in giving the next owners any freebies. The on-site restaurant was closed (winter hours) so we dined in. We got under way at 0645 this morning. The course was 7 miles out the Potomac River, then 60 miles up the Chesapeake Bay. Once we entered the Chesapeake we were heading into 2-3 foot waves and were taking quite a pounding. Temperature by 0900 had risen to 38 degrees and no sun. Around 1100, the waves settled down and it was a balmy 46 degrees. We arrived at the Mears Point Marina at 1500 and the broker had us circle around in front of his position so he could take pictures of JULI for the sales brochure. We then were directed into the tiniest hard to get into slip that we have encountered on this whole journey. Once in the slip, I checked out the electrical connections and discovered that there was only one outlet and we needed two. I called the broker and told him, and he said that we only needed one since the boat was just going to sit there for sale and there was no need for two power inputs. I reminded him that we were still going to be on the boat for several more days and needed the second power supply to run the heaters. He moaned and groaned and said we could move several slips over to get more electricity. So we fired JULI up and I maneuvered out of the slip. About halfway through all this maneuvering, I lost the use of the port engine, engine was still running, I just had no propeller output. We got into the nearest vacant slip without incident and tied up. I determined that in the shallow water of the first slip, someone had left a crab trap complete with line, and that as we were pulling out the line snagged on the prop and wound up bringing the metal trap into contact with the propeller, keeping it from turning. Ultimately, I got down on the swim platform with a boat hook and started poking around the propeller and rudder. Sure enough, there was a crab trap hanging there and it would not budge. So, pulling harder and harder against it, the boat hook slipped loose and I did a slow roll off the swim platform into the 56 degree water. Quite shocking. It is hard to tell, but here Joe is laughing at my misfortune as I am completely soaked. Quite amazing, after cruising JULI over 5000 miles, that in the last 100 feet of our partnership this happens. We have a diver coming in the morning for only $100 to undo the mess.
Soaking Wet |