Foul smells and stale air, I am not sure if I have been promoted or demoted. Forty-five minutes in what Denny calls “the holy place” AKA the engine room, an inner sanctum of pipes, tubes, sharp angles and interminable noise.
Six hundred gallons of fuel is being loaded on the boat and I am watching the progress of fuel go up a gauge and opening and closing valves. Is this job really necessary?? Could someone else do it? Who did it before today?
We are in the Chesapeake Bay hoping to reach Deltaville this afternoon. The rain continues, the seas 2-3, the temperature is 64, and a hearty soup is cooking on the stove.
Five hours later, Deltaville, sailboats and sunshine. Ah Mecca!