S/V Deep Playa - Pearson 424

This is Patrick posting from Dawn’s computer. I’m setting up Windows Live Writer on her laptop so she can write posts as well.

Written by Dawn again…

After we finally left the grip of the mainland (Port Townsend) we made our way across the Straits of Juan de Fuca early on a foggy morning.  Once we made our way into the Straits there wasn’t much of an eventful crossing (thank goodness) with the exception of getting a hail over the radio from s/v Hello World!  They were crossing the Straits on their way to Port Townsend back from their circumnavigation of Vancouver Island, BC!  It was great to hear their voices again and to catch up briefly on their way to meet up with our other cruising friends, Kim and Fisher, who were about to head out on their voyage to the S. Pacific!  We crossed the Straits making good time to intercept with our other friends who made it up to Westcott Bay on San Juan Island.  As we rounded San Juan Island, we ran smack dab in the middle of a super pod of Orca Whales feeding off of the coast!  It was way cool!  But we were very respectful of the feeding whales and so we headed outside of their feeding ground and went around them.  We hailed our friends over the VHF and they escorted us through the channel into Westcott Bay.  We rafted up and settled in for a wonderful evening of story telling about our “incident” and listened to some other great tales.  That evening “someone” (ok it was Patrick) thought it would be a great idea to drop the crab pots (even after having a little too much drink).  I was awakened by the sound of giddy boys squawking about the size of the crabs they brought back to the boat.  They were busy killing and cleaning the huge Dungeness and Red Rock crabs that were already caught in the crab traps after dropping them for only an hour!  YAY!  (And a little side note, apparently, Patrick is very afraid of crabs!  It was very funny watching his reaction)  Our first crab of the season and so plentiful!  We were set for a few days with plenty of yummy fresh sweet crab meat.  That evening I cooked up some homemade crab pasta sauce and shared it with our friends.  How amazing was that???

I awoke early the next morning while others were still asleep and decided to go for a row in our dinghy.  If we do this trip again, I will have definitely make more of an effort to acquire some kayaks.  Although rowing the dinghy is nice, I would have much preferred paddling in a kayak.  I rowed around the bay visiting and watching the seals, tons of seals, and tons of water fowl and other birds.  I even saw a tree with five bald eagles hiding in the bows of the branches.  All I could make out were their prominent white feathered heads poking out here and there.  It was sooooo amazingly beautiful, relaxing and quiet.  The fact that we ran aground quickly melted away and became a distant memory!  After spending the day and another relaxing evening in Westcott Bay the raftup decided it was time to head north towards Sucia Island!

This post was written by Dawn, edited by Patrick

Everyone has heard it before…if you have ever purchased something that moves fast or could potentially be dangerous. You always receive the standard advice from just about everyone, “Just be prepared when [insert bad thing] happens, because it’s not a matter of if it will happen but when it will happen.  I’ve heard the warning as kid, while I worked at a horse farm where I rode and cared for horses.  “It’s not a matter of if you fall off, it’s more when you fall off.” And I did, multiple times, and yes, I always got up, dusted myself off and got back on that proverbial horse.  And I also heard it after purchasing my first motorcycle at the age of 21 and yes, I dropped my motorcycle, a couple times, and yes, I got back on.  And, both Patrick and I have heard it since purchasing Deep Playa, “It’s not a matter of if you’ll run aground, it’s when you’ll run aground.”  And so here is our story of running aground in Deep Playa for the first time. 

After we peeled off the raft up at the Lats N’ Atts party in Poulsbo a few of us continued our wonderful sailing trip and headed north towards the San Juan Islands for another week.  Our first stop was in Mystery Bay State Park, according to the website, is a “10-acre marine park is reachable by car or boat. The park features 685 feet of saltwater shoreline on Mystery Bay and offers a spectacular view of the Olympic Mountains.”  It sounded wonderful and peaceful especially after the debauchery of the weekend. Since we were the first boat to leave Poulsbo we arrived at the mouth of Mystery Bay a few hours prior to the other boats in our raft up.  The entrance to the bay winds through a narrow and shallow channel and then opens up to the bay.  We decided to motor all the way down to the bottom of the bay and drop anchor and wait for the others to arrive.  Absolutely no problems! After having some very “mysterious” things happen to the other boats, such as batteries not charging and transmissions getting stuck in reverse. We confirmed that our fuel tank gauge wasn’t functioning either.  Luckily, before we ran out! We decided to wake up early and head over to Port Townsend, WA to fill up the fuel tank and to top off our water tanks.  After pulling up the anchor we headed out of the bay and thought it would be a great idea to leave on an ebb in hopes that as the tides shifted to a flood that it would push us quickly over the Straits of Juan de Fuca. 

Something that we learned early on after purchasing Deep Playa was there are a few poor design decisions made by the previous owners. One of which, is the depth gauge is mounted on an interior bulk head.  The helmsman must bend over and remove his/her sunglasses and look 6 feet through the companion way to read the digital display. 

We were feeling comfortable (maybe too much) about our perfect navigation of the channel the previous evening, so I hopped down below and started making some food and getting ready for our trip.  Bad idea!  All of a sudden I felt a jerk.  I knew that wasn’t right and by the time I ran over to the companionway to see what happened, we had hit a sandbar and we were stuck!  YIKES!  After a few choice words, we both hopped into action, mentally and physically preparing ourselves and the boat for whatever may come.  We hailed our friends to attempt to pull us off of the sandbar but they weren’t powerful enough and they too were concerned about running aground.  So we hailed Vessel Assist and they were there in 20 minutes!  The captain showed up and told us that he needed another boat because his wasn’t powerful enough.  So we waited for another boat.  As we waited, the wind started to pick up (blowing us into the sandbar of course) and the rain started.  Perfect!!!! Patrick and I felt uncomfortable of the heeling that was increasing due to the tide moving further and further out but the captain from Vessel Assist assured us that that was nothin’!  We felt a little better due to his presence and his reassurance.  He told us that we should check the sea strainer since we were running the engine in shallow water.  We did, and it had some seaweed in it but it wasn’t too bad.  While we waited he said that the plan was to have the second boat tie to the main halyard while he pulled us off using a bridal off the bow cleats.  The heel from the second boat would lift the keel free and he would pull us into deeper water. 

Twenty minutes later the second boat showed up and they prepped to pull us off.  Our biggest concern was potentially damaging the mast head and the bow pulpit.  As things got underway we just sat back and held on for the ride.  As she was being pulled off and we were heeling over to the point that the lifelines and portlights were in the water I began to get nervous and in response to that anxiety, I began to chant, “She’s a good boat…she’s a good boat…she’s a good boat.”  Patrick looked over at me and said “What the heck are you saying?”  I responded, “I know she’s a good boat! So why not chant it!”  Our new tagline for Deep Playa: “She’s a good boat!” After several attempts she finally popped out of the mud and we were once again in deep water! 

After this, we sprang into action, checking all of the systems and starting the engine before the Vessel Assist guys left us.  I ran down below and opened up the door to the head and whoosh!  Water flowing down the hull and onto the floor!  I ran over to the bilge and checked, not too much water, we’re OK!  I ran back into the head and tore everything from the storage areas to investigate the leak.  The clamp fitting for the hose connecting the sea cock and the drain from on deck was spewing water everywhere.  It had become over loaded by the copious amounts of water coming from above deck.  (Just add that to the list to fix)  Luckily we didn’t take on too much water and things settled down very quickly.  However, I did lose a hair dryer to the sea that day. :-( (RIP) After we cleaned everything up and checked her over, everything seemed to be OK! (I told you she was a good boat)  We grabbed a mooring ball so we could decompress and talk about what happened and what we could have done better. 

After decompressing for a bit we decided to take advantage the weather window that was upon us and headed off to Port Townsend to get a slip for the night.  We wanted to haul her out and check the keel, rudder and prop before heading across the Straits and to the San Juans the next morning.

The guys at Port Townsend Boat Haven were great!  They took us in early the next morning and we hung in the sling while we checked out her hull.  And like, I have said before, she’s a good boat (this is a recurring theme).  No damage to the rudder or prop and minimal damage to the bottom paint.  Thank goodness for her modified full keel! We planned on hauling her out anyway this year to do the bottom paint so we were happy campers to say the least.  To make our experience even better, the guys at the yard informed us that they were having 50% off all haulouts that day!  Seriously???!! Sweet!  We told him, well, for that price, let’s do it all over again!

After we splashed, we headed to the fuel dock and filled her up and we were off to Westcott Bay on San Juan Island to meet up with our raftup! 

Things we learned from this experience:

1. Deep Playa: can be translated to “deep beach” in Spanish; the irony is not lost on us

2. Move the bulkhead mounted depth gauge to a visible location

3.  Don’t get cocky and too comfortable even if you have been successful at doing [insert verb] in the past.

4. Patrick and I make a great team and work well together under pressure. We didn’t yell at each other nor place blame for mistakes. We both had our responsibilities to take care of and we trusted each other to handle them efficiently and effectively. (It’s always nice to reaffirm this belief)

5.  All sailors will respond to this story in the most positive and comforting way: “See, it was a great learning experience for you two!”

We’re back from our trip and this is the first in a series of posts about our trip. Step one drunken pirate debauchery AKA the Latitudes and Attitudes NW party.

Lats ‘N Atts (whose domain is seafaring.com due I’m sure to some from J. Buffet, esq.) is a sailing magazine Bob Bitchin’. The magazine definitely has a flair for all things pirate and girl-in-bikini . So aesthetically it’s awesome, but editorially it’s a little watered down. For editorial write-ups and product reviews I refer to Practical Sailor and Consumer Reports. Hard core readers however fanatically identify with the biker outlaw\pirate image and the carefree “Don’t tread on me!” image portrayed by Bob Bitchin’. And this is why it's worth showing up at the party. The Lats ‘N Atts party is in a different spot every year, this year it was in Poulsbo, WA which we love to visit. You might recall we recently sailed there for the 3rd of July raft up with the D Dockers. (see Flickr).

Dawn and I had scheduled to leave the dock for Poulsbo Thursday but we were hoping to get off the dock on Wednesday night but as things are prone to do they took longer than planned especially since I managed to fry the computer fan in our composting head. It was a quick trip to Radio Shack to buy another and a side trip to Cupcake Royale for a much-needed bon voyage mini cupcake for Dawn. We also made a quick call to Nature’s Head for a spare and they sent a new one right away.  The fan from Radio Shack was a quick soldering project and installed easily. Along with that we just had more errands, more packing, tanks to fill, the list goes on so we opted to sleep on the dock an head out to Poulsbo on Thursday morning.

After finally throwing off the dock lines, we motored across the Sound on a beam reach at 4.5 kts in pretty light winds.  We have been learning about the optimal points of sail for Deep Playa and she keeps impressing us with her fleetness especially on a beam down through a reach. It was a beautiful sail over and nice warm weather to boot. We arrived in Poulsbo expecting to see the anchorage crowded by many boats for the party but was pleasantly surprised by the lack of boats and got a sweet spot. We dropped anchor and not too long afterwards, s/v Danika and s/v Epic showed up and rafted up with us. The weekend was loaded with lots of interesting trips on shore to the local hangouts, like the local dive bar. Always fun to watch the locals and non-locals mix and mingle. The actual party held on Saturday night was a bit too cheesy for my liking however; the D Dockers know how to make the best out of a situation and proceeded to don the appropriate pirate costumes. There was lots of debauchery to be had and by night’s end there were some drunken pirates returning to the floatilla. All and all the party was a lot of fun, I think attributed more to our fellow D, J and K dock mates that attended with us.