Position: Off the island of Tahaa (16 degrees, 36 minutes south; 151 degrees 33 minutes west)

View from our "backyard" at Tahaa

Another sunset with Bora Bora in the background

Tonight is Ann’s turn to blog. I was thinking of this blog post prior to getting on Facebook today (yes, we still have internet access for a few more days – until we leave Bora Bora, and so I partake!) and seeing the devastating posts about the horror in the movie theater in Aurora, CO. My oldest brother and his kids live IN Aurora. Panic. It seemed like any try on Facebook to connect to my Colorado relatives was blocked – probably by the massive influx of attempted communication to that area. Thankfully when I did connect, via my sister in Southern California, I was informed that my family is fine. God bless them but special prayers to those that lost family. So why do I mention this? Because we are constantly being ribbed by other cruisers who are amazed that we put such an effort into posting daily blogs. And we wanted to let you all know that we do it not to brag about where we are or what we are doing, but because it keeps us connected to all of you. Yes, we are half a world away but we think of you constantly and want to share this with all of you. AND it helps us realize how fortunate we are to be here. Even days that seem “vanilla” have a special flavor to them and our blogging helps us appreciate it. So we do it because we love you! Now on to a lighter note – the silly side of cruising. The fun part of this trip is the people we are meeting. A very unique group of people with incredible senses of humor and endurance. I’d like to share the current “joke” going around right now. Anchored just off of us is a boat that has adopted a new name: Charisma Victoria. I mentioned them last night. As we approach our 90 day visa limit in French Polynesia we are forced to check out of the country. Sometimes boats are not totally ready to go, as in the case of Charisma Victoria. So our friends have adopted a new name to stay under the radar of the authorities. They even adopted new individual names: Mini-Ann and Mini-Bob. We’d like to say that we are honored by the use of our names. However what happens is we can’t make our check out date and need to go under cover? Our friends on Astarte have come up with our incognito name: Charisma Tinkerbell! I was thinking Charisma Never Never Land. Charisma Tinkerbell will be easier to say on the VHF. As it is we all giggle when we hear Charisma Victoria hailing us. Oh, and today’s update – we spent the day hoping that the wind would not increase too much and get Charisma hobby-horsing at anchor as we only have about 3 feet under our keel at this anchorage. So we stayed aboard. The early morning brought a pair of manta rays swimming past. Later in the afternoon was Michael from Astarte swimming past looking for the anchor that must have been attached to the chain that Bob found around the bommie we caught in our initial anchoring yesterday. Later I polished the stanchions and attempted to remove the green beard that grows at our waterline while Bob dove the anchor again. To his surprise it had dragged about 7 feet! But the good news was that it really buried itself this time – and straight in too! We also enjoyed some “book time” and played a game of cribbage. If I lose a third game in a row to Bob I may stop playing it altogether. Anyone for Chinese Checkers? Tomorrow promises to be a calmer day so a big snorkel trip is planned with Astarte and Charisma Victoria and then maybe a move to the Pearl Farm around the tip of the island. Of course, we will be thinking of you while we do this; think of us too!

Doesn't get much clearer than this.

No big deal today. Finally got some moderate weather. It was only blowing 20 knots most of the day. We went ashore and walked a couple miles. Felt good to stretch our legs.

Happy hour with about 10 boats from the anchorage at the open air bar right next to the dinghy dock. In fact, the dock was full, so we tied to the rocks 10 feet from one of the tables and climbed up and ordered our beer. Really fun and then the evening was topped off with fresh Mahi dinner with Orcinius who got in around 1630 and who caught the mahi about an hour out. Really good! Had a wonderful time catching up with them.

Looking forward to some snorkling tomorrow, but we’ll miss Buena Vista and Astarte who are moving over to Raitea. We hope to catch up with them soon.

Nice to have a quiet day with no adventure for a change.

Read on to find out about "Saving Ladybug"

More about saving Ladybug, below...

Our reward for the rescue (read on for the story)

Probably would be fun, but we can’t get ashore. We can’t even launch the dinghy it’s so windy. I have to admit there are some “not fun” cruising days. This has been one. Memorable, but not fun. Exciting, but not fun. We keep repeating the mantra my sister sent a while back; “The difference between adventure and ordeal is attitude”. We’re keeping a good attitude, but it’s not all fun 😉

Let’s take a look at where we left off yesterday: ” Tomorrow: Our nice friends who invited us to dinner so we didn’t have to cook after our tiring passage and the huge supply ship that comes in here and misses us by about 70 yards in the dark”. Ha! That’s nothing compared to today! But let’s talk about these before getting to today.

It was soooo nice when we got in here on the 12th after what turned out to be almost 24 straight hours including the last couple of stressful ones, to get a call on the VHF right after we anchored with an invitation to dinner-and by the way; “don’t bring anything, we’ll take care of it”. Hallelujah! Our friends Don and Deb on Buena Vista and Michael and Barbara on Astarte knew we were exhausted and came to the rescue. Great job guys and thanks! That meant we were able to take a quick shower (i.e. jump in the water, get out, soap up and jump back in, then a rinse with some fresh water to get the salt off), have a bite and get a couple hours of much needed sleep. And I might add dinner was great and we had a wonderful time with really nice people.

About that supply ship. It’s ironic. The name “supply ship” makes it sound like this is some huge port or something, but on these islands, the supply ship is the only means people have for fresh supplies and other stuff like mail, fuel, etc. There is no “Port” in the usual sense. These ships are what you might call tramp steamers. They don’t need a port, they just come in through the reef passes and maneuver into what we all call the dinghy docks. It’s literally where we tie our dinghies during the day, and they are bringing in 200 foot ships. They have their own cranes to offload stuff and do an amazing job of pulling up to the tiniest quays where there’s suddenly lots of action. Pickups show up and the cranes offload directly to the pickups and off the stuff goes. When the ship is gone-it usually is only around for an hour or two at the most-you’d never know there was even a place for a ship to dock. It’s back to mostly beach, coconut palms, and jungle with a street or two and some huts, a couple restaurants a store and maybe a post office.

Anyway, the entry through the reef is very narrow and there are about 20 boats anchored in here just inside the reef, which is close to as many as will reasonably fit. After our engine experience we were too tired to do a lot of due diligence over where to anchor, we just took a likely looking spot behind one of the other boats. Unfortunately when we anchored we dragged a bit before the anchor caught and since then the wind has come up to almost epic proportions (we saw a 37 knot gust this afternoon and 25 knots seems “calm”). The combination has our anchor rode stretching out into the pass in the big gusts. The pass is pretty narrow, so when a large ship comes in, it’s a very close fit between Charisma and the other side of the channel which is a reef with 4 foot depth. We’ve had three supply ships come by in the last two days.

Now you might ask; “how did you anchor in the channel, dummy?” Well, that would be a good question. However, it’s not hard to do since there is no channel marker on the port side of the pass where we anchored. And there were a bunch of other boats here, so we just came up behind them and dropped the hook. It was only after the first ship came past and I almost fainted as I looked up 50 feet at the bridge and waved to the officer who was looking down at me, that I looked at the GPS and saw that there SHOULD be a port side marker. It’s on the chart, just not in the water. We’re anchored just inside of it. Whoops. I thought that first experience was bad until later last night the inter-island ferry boat came in. He was clearly miffed that we were in the channel and “brushed us back”. On purpose. He did the same to about five other boats up the way as well. Basically we saw him alter course towards us as he came up the pass and miss us by, oh, about 30 feet. Sounds like a lot until you consider he’s 150 feet long, 50 feet high, weighs about 150 tons and is powered by I don’t know how many thousand horsepower engines. We call him the “Bad Ferry”.

Problem right now is that it’s blowing so hard we don’t dare move for fear of dragging on a new anchor setting like our neighbors did yesterday and our new neighbors did today.

And did I mention, it’s been windy. Let me describe exactly what that means: -The boat is constantly tipping over 20 degrees and we don’t have any sails up! -You can’t stand up on deck without holding onto something to keep from getting blown over the side -You live in constant fear that someone up wind of you is going to suddenly come loose from their hold and drift down and hit you, or… -You will come loose and drift onto the reef which is downwind And did I mention it rains a lot in the squalls?

Dragging anchor happens very quietly (at first) and suddenly. Yesterday the couple was down below in their cabin, probably having breakfast and the boat just started floated away. Unfortunately for them they really didn’t know what they were doing and had a terrible time re-anchoring which I described yesterday.

Today however, our good friends on Ladybug II were right next to us and then they weren’t! It was early afternoon and they were ashore-their boat was NOT occupied. Ann and I were playing a game of cribbage while having lunch. We finished the game and I got up to look around and to my surprise Ladybug was not where she should be out our starboard cabin porthole. I went up into the cockpit and whoa!, there she went. Since Chris and Rani were ashore, I quickly called Don on Buena Vista and asked for some help. He came over in his dinghy (ours has still not been launched due to the high winds) and we both went over to Ladybug. Mike from Astarte jumped in his dinghy as well and came over. We three “captains” all got on board and talked about what we should do. (Later, after all was settled down there were many jokes about three captains all disagreeing on what should be done) In the real life situation though, we decided pretty quickly that rather than “hold the fort” and wait for Chris and Rani to be found, we should probably raise the anchor and move the boat. Not a simple thing since all our boats are pretty different. Sometimes you can’t even operate the starter switch on someone else’s boat. But between the three of us we each were familiar with a part of their boat and were able to sort things out and move the boat to a safer place away from the reef. Fear of dragging is one of the reasons I’m not being quick to re-anchor. There are so few good spots left, our current spot has been “bomber” in some huge gusts and the wind today has not let up. Hopefully tomorrow we can re-anchor as both Ann and I are getting tired of waiting for the Bad Ferry to come back. I did call the most recent supply ship on the VHF when he was a couple miles out and advised him that we were infringing on the pass and unable to re-anchor from our spot on the north side of the pass and he was very nice about it. It’s still unnerving though seeing that huge thing bearing down on us through the pass. Even when you know they know you’re there and they are keeping 50 yards off-it’s still a huge ship relative to us (AIS said he was 210 feet)! We are hoping tomorrow brings lighter winds. Today’s winds have been consistently 25 knots and above. We almost don’t even jump to look at the digital read-out any more because the big gusts are no longer unusual. Barbara and Michael on Astarte invited several of us over for a Bastille Day celebration this evening (“Let them eat cake” – and so Barbara made one to celebrate) that unfortunately has been postponed to tomorrow. They realized many of us would be nervous about leaving our boats, even while staying in the anchorage, so plans were shifted.

Just a little rubber part, but the engine will melt down in minutes without it!

Booby Madness! The minute the engine stopped, this guy landed on the deck! "MY BOAT. GET OFF!"

You have to take half the cabin apart to get to the impeller

Great to be sitting here although it’s windy as all get out. Been blowing 20 to 30 knots all night and into today (it’s 1500 right now). A French boat that was next to us dragged three times this morning while we were sitting having coffee. I saw them out of the corner of my eye just start drifting away toward the reef and soon enough there was yelling on board and they got out and started the engine, lifting the anchor, etc. They came back and anchored waaay too close. I tried to shoo them further away but could tell they didn’t know what they were doing, so put a couple fenders on the bow to send a message and went back to just watching them. Sure enough, ½ hour later, off they went. They came back yet again but never got the anchor to set. However during their second two attempts they almost hit us. I was standing on the bow with one of the fenders in my hand. I think they got that message and after the third try, left for the windward side of the anchorage. Now they’ll have to drag through about three other boats to get to us. One of the other boats who had been watching them (and who are now directly downwind from them), quietly slipping into the water with his snorkel gear on and later reported back that the French did indeed have their anchor nicely buried this time. Fun in the anchorage games!

So about our trip and the engine problem. First the trip down here. We knew it would be windy, but it was downwind all the way and the gribs showed increasing wind in the forecast over several days so we just decided what the heck, let’s go before we get stuck here (in Tahiti). Looks like we made the right move as none of the other boats who said they were coming have arrived. Our guess is they are now waiting out high winds. Since it is about 90 miles, which for us is about a 15 hour trip, we left at 1600 so most of the sailing would be during the night and we’d get to Huahine during the daytime hours for visual entry through the reef into the anchorage. We started out with zero wind but sloppy seas and motored for about five hours. Just as we were thinking this trip was going to be a miserable motor sail the wind came up. And up, and up. Very soon we had 20-25 knots directly over the stern and the seas built to 10+ feet. We were doing 8 plus knots with jib alone which would get us to Huahine in the dark, so I reduced sail by furling part of the jib. The only problem with the seas was they were coming from two different places. The really big ones were coming from behind us, but some others were coming from one side. The combination made for a rolly, bumpy ride. Then the squalls started. We didn’t have the same luck we’ve been having the last couple of legs. Several squalls had us in their sights and we had the pleasure of the “squall dance”. The dance: reef further, put on a rain jacket, close the hatches and portholes then when the squall hits, close the doors and sit down below waiting for the rain to stop. Wilson doesn’t mind rain, so it drove. Great guy, Wilson. I just sit down below and look at the radar from time to time and stick my head out the hatch. Fortunately the rain usually doesn’t last too long and then it’s; take the life jacket off, remove raincoat (hot), open doors, hatches and portholes and so on while we wait for the next squall. Oh well, keeps us awake. These short passages make it hard to get into a rhythm for sleeping anyway.

On the night went. Exciting to watch the occasional really big swell rise way over our heads behind us before Charisma rises to meet the challenge. We also spent time during the passage doing the shipping dodge. Well, not really dodge, but you see a light on the horizon-which in these conditions is about 9 miles if it’s a ship. It’s just a light at first, so you don’t know how big, how far or exactly what direction it’s going-other than it’s coming somewhat toward you since it wasn’t there a little while ago. So, down to the nav station and turn on the radar. Put a “bug” on the screen to make the blip representing the ship/boat and go back to business for five minutes. Come back to the radar and see whether the blip on the screen is coming toward you from the “bug” or passing to one side. If it’s coming toward you, evasive action is in order since you are closing fairly fast, can’t see really well in the dark and are by now only a few miles apart. Fortunately, all three ships (we were on the supply route between Tahiti and the Leeward Islands of Huahine, Bora Bora and Raitea) we saw, apparently saw us as well and were kind enough (or we were lucky enough) that they all passed about two miles to one side without us having to disconnect Wilson, retrim the sails and try to determine which direction will put distance between us and the light (big ships are a little easier since they have range lights that much more clearly show what direction they are heading-but you can’t see the range lights well in the big waves until they are about six miles and closing). Once past, reconnect Wilson, retrim the sails. It then takes from 5 to 15 minutes of tweaking to get Wilson spot on course. Ships at night are no bueno.

Eventually the squally night transitioned into a squally day. Right on schedule the island of Huahine appeared ahead. The southern tip to be exact and so did the reefs that extent a mile offshore. Huge waves were breaking and being blown up into the air by the 30 knot gusts of wind. It was awe inspiring. It also inspired me to stay at least another mile beyond that!

At one point we were thinking we would go to the eastern side of the island where there’s a pass into a large bay that on the chart at least, looked inviting. All I can say is thank goodness we didn’t do that. I typically wait until we’re nearing the reef to turn on the engine and if we had done that coming down on the entrance to the reef with 10 foot following seas and 30 knots of wind and then found the engine overheating and had to shut it down…oooh, I don’t want to think about that.

Fortunately we decided that with the large easterly swell and high gusting winds, the OTHER side of the island would be a friendlier place to make landfall. We could check it out and when the weather got better go around to the other side. Good advice to ourselves. As we sailed down the west side of the island we continued to be awed by the waves crashing on the reefs. One minute you would see relatively calm water up ahead and the next- massive whitewater from huge crashing waves. I can see how people “goof” when they try to cut a corner and get driven up on the reef. You don’t always see the reef then suddenly a large wave rears up, snarls and shows it massive power crashing on the reef that’s just a few feet under water.

It took a couple hours to sail down the west side. The pass on this side is all the way down the island to the north end. Around 1030 we turned the final point of the island and started on a beam reach (we’d previously just been going DDW with wind and waves). A couple miles from the entrance I furled the jib some more and was looking at the chart when Ann said, “look at that!” I looked up and a really nasty squall was screaming down from the top of the mountain blotting everything from view with cloud and rain. Yikes! We were going to get slammed and lose all visibility at the same time. I took a quick check of the chart/GPS to make sure there was nothing to hit and ensure I had a safe compass course to follow since that’s all the reference we would have until the squall passed (Yes, Jerry-SA. Situational Awareness!) Time for the squall dance, but this time since we were close to land, I would have to stay out and steer. Wilson gets shut down near land. He’s a great helmsthing, but he’s blind and doesn’t know rock from water. Anyway, the squall hit and the wind shift had us going to a very close reach. Without the mainsail to balance the jib, we couldn’t hold that close to the wind so I started the engine to give us a little boost. We were only a mile or two from the pass so I would have started it soon anyway. I left it on pretty low RPM (fortunate again!) since I just wanted directional control in the wind, not forward progress at this point. I had my raincoat with hood on and the rain was drumming on my head so when I thought something sounded funny my first additional though was, “it’s because my ears are covered”. Dumb. One of the things that I’ve learned is when you think something is wrong, it probably is, but in this case, I was overloaded by the wind, rain, squall, lack of visibility and our course, thus the “sound” was not quite registering consciously yet. Just a few minutes passed and the rain let up which let me take off my hood. I immediately recognized the sound of the dry exhaust with no cooling water coming out. A quick look at the engine temp gauge clearly showed it rising, but fortunately not yet in the red. Before doing anything else, I shut the engine down. Then I furled the sail. We needed to come to a stop so we could deal with the problem but you can’t deal with the problem until the boat is safely stopped and won’t run into something. So, we’re floating with no engine. Furled sails. Sitting. Should be peaceful, but it’s still gusting to 30. And the reef is just a mile off. Before anything else, I took a look at the chart/GPS and set a waypoint. That way we would be able to track how fast we were drifting. We had 8 miles to leeward before we came up against Raietea. We hove to. Charisma will heave-to without any sails up by just turning the wheel into the wind and locking it there. She did just as she was directed and we were, for now, comfortable and going more or less sideways very slowly. Everything quiets down when you heave-to, even though it’s still blowing hard and there are big waves. I put Ann in charge of watching the reef to make sure there wasn’t a current that might be setting us in. We could always sail away from it if we needed to, but for now, I wanted time to troubleshoot the engine problem because without power it would be very difficult and somewhat dangerous to try and sail into any of the reef protected anchorages in this part of the world. First thing, we had to empty the lazarette because that gives access to the back half of the engine and the water intake. It’s almost six feet deep so a lot of stuff resides there. I just pulled stuff out (inflatable kayak, snorkel gear, boat fenders, extra dock lines, etc, etc and handed them down the companionway to Ann who stacked them forward and out of the way. Once I was able to get down into the lazarette, the first check was the water intake system. I closed the valve and opened the intake filter. Unfortunately it was empty and the water flowed into the filter from the through hull. Rats. The easy problem of a clogged filter or intake wasn’t the issue. That meant the next step was to pull the quarterberth apart in order to get to the raw water pump on the engine and look at the impeller. That in itself took 10 minutes since we have to take the berth apart to get at the engine. Once the mattress is pulled out, there are three floor boards to the bed and then two removable bulkheads to the engine compartment that all have to come out as well as two drawers full of stuff under the bed. Once all that stuff was out I was able to get to the water pump. (And all of this stuff is also piling up in the main cabin on top of the stuff from the lazarette.) There’s a cover on one end of the pump that faces aft. I could reach it, but not see it since it was way in under the engine. I could unscrew the four screws that hold it on, but once the cover was removed, it faces aft and I can’t get my head in there. I need my telescoping mirror. Grab that, get my headlamp to free my hands and take a look. Good news! The rubber impeller that drives the water through the pump is completely destroyed. That means this is the problem. Not uncommon, just not a happy experience. The other good news is when my mechanic put a new one in a few years ago, I watched him and kept the old impeller. So we had a spare and I’d seen it done, and I knew at least in theory how to fix it.

So without too much more detail, suffice to say I pulled the old impeller out with some pliers after a lot of trouble balancing mirror, headlamp light and pliers looking backwards through the mirror. Then I used a pick to fish some of the bits of the broken impeller blades out of the pump body. At least one bit went back into the pump and I couldn’t get it. I hope it gets blown through because there’s no way I can get to it. With the help of some glycerin on the inside of the pump, the impeller went back in (not as simple as saying it). The I fitted the o-ring, closed the thing up and said a prayer. “OK Ann, we’ll fire her up. Listen for water coming out of the exhaust, but also listen to me. If I see a leak or a problem I’ll yell up to shut down” Ready. Ann fired the engine. OK, rev it a bit. Up on the RPMs. Ann: “There’s water coming out!” Momentarily, I’m elated, then looking in the engine compartment for leaks I see a huge one and it’s not coming from the pump. Damn, there must be a burst hose. “SHUT ‘ER DOWN!”

It’s quiet again. What should have been a celebration was just silence. We had a problem that I might not have a part for. Exhaust hose. Down into the lazarette one more time with mirror and headlamp. “OK turn on the engine!” Looking in from the backside of the engine I could see water pouring down from the exhaust hose onto the mixer. “Shut her back down”, I yelled from down in the lazarette. “Hand me down a screwdriver”. Looking around with my little shop mirror, I couldn’t see an obvious blown hose, so I though well, I’ll try and tighten these hose clamps. Put the screwdriver to the hose clamps and amazing, they were loose. It wasn’t long ago that I tightened them “just because”, so I was surprised. We started up the engine again and miracle of miracles, the leak had stopped. We were going to make it in.

So, we fired up the engine once more, crossed fingers and headed toward the pass. Turned out in 20-30 knots of wind we only drifted 2 miles in 2 hours, so we didn’t have too far to go. I sweated most of those miles through the reef and into the anchorage and was thrilled to have the anchor hold on the first try so we could shut down and I could have another look and make sure all was OK.

I’ve now had time to go over the exhaust system and can’t find any more problems at this point. I think the hose heated up when the impeller failed and expanded causing the clamps to also expand and loosen. I think we’re good. Also there’s another boat in the anchorage with some spare impellers he’s willing to sell, so I’m going to go over and see if one will fit. It’s good to have a spare 😉

Tomorrow: Our nice friends who invited us to dinner so we didn’t have to cook after our tiring passage and the huge supply ship that comes in here and misses us by about 70 yards in the dark.

There were surfers on each side of the pass! Lesson: stay very close to center channel.

Surf's up!

Landfall Huahine near daybreak

Position: 16 degrees, 42 minutes south; 151 degrees, 02 minutes west

Since I have slept a total of about 2 hours in the last 24, this will be short tonight and a fuller accounting will be had tomorrow.

In summary: -We left Tahiti yesterday (7/11/12) in the afternoon around 1500 for the 90 mile trip to Huahine -What looked like “no wind” turned into 20-25 knots and 10+ foot waves all night with squalls (hence the fact that I’ve been up so long) -We got to Huahine at daybreak per our plan and sailed up the west side for the more protected anchorage inside the reef. -When we were a mile from entering the reef, we turned on the engine during a squall and…it overheated. There was no way we could enter a channel through the reef with an overheating engine. -First thing; shut off the engine. Second swear a little since we were now engineless in the middle of the south pacific a mile off a nasty reef with ten foot waves breaking on it. (Fortunately we decided to come into the leeward side of the island, but more on that decision tomorrow) -Second thing; heave to so we wouldn’t go anywhere very fast while troubleshooting the engine. -Third; start the troubleshooting process. Here’re the symptoms, you can figure the problem and we’ll reveal tomorrow when I’ve had more sleep and can write more coherently. The winner will get (Ann, what will the winner get? —Our love and admiration for their brilliance with their own one-year supply of booby guano as we had a booby visitor during the repairs.) Engine ran fine for five hours yesterday. Shut it off around 2000 when we found the wind after clearing Moorea. Sailed all night and started it during the squall this morning. Left in idle, around 1000 rpm for a few minutes during the squall, then once I removed my rain gear I noticed it sounded funny. Listened more carefully and noted no water coming out of the exhaust (as is normal for a marine diesel). Looked at the water temp gauge and noticed it was rising. Shut the engine immediately just before the temp reached the “red”. Early troubleshooting: raw water filter was clean. Hint: the troubleshooting and subsequent fix took 2 ½ hours. -Fourth; we sat hove to for two hours in 25 knot gusts and waves while fixing the engine. While hove to without any sails, just turning into the wind and locking the wheel, we only drifted 2 ½ miles in a little over 2 hours even in the high winds. I’ll reveal that we fixed the problem and motored up through the reef on the west side of the island (with fingers and toes crossed the whole way) and anchored in a nice spot over coral and sand. The anchor (I hope) is buried in sand. At least it felt solid. It’s been gusting to 25 knots and we’re only about 100 yards from the reef so we really hope it’s solid. I’ve set the anchor alarm to 120 feet of drift. The gusts stretch the chain almost 70 feet when they come through so I don’t want to set it too tightly. We have 200 feet of chain out in 40 feet of water. -Fifth; had a beer. Very cold. Refrigeration is good even though it takes a lot of solar power. -Sixth; several other boats invited us to dinner on Buena Vista tonight, so we didn’t have to cook and really enjoyed spending time with Don and Deb from Buena Vista and Mike and Barb from Astarte. Back in Charisma, ready to collapse into bed for some sleep very happy in the knowledge that we were able to fix another mechanical problem while underway. Many minor miracles in the complete story. Stay tuned.