She’s here alright, but not without some drama. She obviously felt neglected during her many months on stands in the Michigan boat yard, so now that she has a captive audience she’s ready for a little excitement.
Our good friend Captain Todd and Evan were finally able to get the trailer and schedules arranged and headed up to Michigan early on a Wednesday morning. They were up around 6am and finally left around 8am. You know, waking up, hooking up, fueling up, etc. I am told the ride up was long, but relatively uneventful. Once at the marina, they got with the marina staff, and soon after a few men were doing the job of forking Wind Affair off her stands and over to the cradle and lift. They needed to drop her down into the water slightly, so that the crane could reach the mast to take it down before moving her over to the trailer.
Once she was partly into the water, one of the young men hopped down in and lifted open one of the cockpit lockers. “Um, I’m not supposed to be hearing rushing water, am I?” NOOO!!!! Apparently, one of the seacocks was still open. Lor-duh. Evan immediately jumped in and took care of the offending seacock, and they got started on taking down the mast.
Later, as Wind Affair was being forked onto the trailer they saw the need to shim a few spots as the settings on the trailer are set for a 27 ft C&C and she is a 26 ft C&C. They then worked on strapping her down. Everything took much longer than they expected, but they finally got it done.
It was getting late. Blood sugars were bottoming out. It was clear that dinner needed to be served before making the 6-7 hour trek back home. Todd made Evan drive.
Todd to Evan: “I’m pretty sure that if you wreck my truck I will be a lot more forgiving than if I wreck your boat. You drive.”
Sound words. He, also, wanted to enjoy a few libations at dinner. Evan wasn’t completely fooled. So, the original plan was for them to be home by midnight. It was now looking more like 2am.
Meanwhile, back at la casa: My aunt was in town on business, and I had her over for dinner where where proceeded to split a lovely bottle of 2006 Chappellet Chardonnay (the link shows the 2010). We had a very nice ::hiccup:: time. She left around 9pm, and I cleaned up the kitchen and stuff and got ready for bed. I took my ambien around 10:30, flipped channels for a little bit and finally drifted off around midnight. Cue ominous music…
2:00am my cell phone started buzzing. I was in the middle of a very realistic and serious dream. Something having to do with my kids. I couldn’t figure out what the sawing noise was. When I finally realized that it was my phone I answered it, and I heard Evan talking to me.
Evan: “I need you to wake up. Do you hear me, sweetie? I need you wake up for me.”
Me: “(something in Pashto, I’m sure)…. what. Ok. what.”
Evan: “Are you with me yet? I need you to hear me.”
Me: “ok. what….”
Evan: “Are you sure you hear me? I really need you to be awake.”
Me: “Yup. Ok. What.”
Evan: “We are broken down. We are just south of Ft. Wayne on highway 69. The alternator went out, so we are losing battery power quickly. I don’t know how long our cells will last. I need to come get us here. I guess, around 7am? Nothing will be open before then, and I’m not sure how far we really are to the closest town that will have anything.”
D: “What mile marker?” (I don’t know how I had the wherewithal to even ask this question.)
E: “Um…. (sounds of walking) 87?”
D: “Ok. I will find it.”
The above conversation is not exact as I’m pretty sure I was still drunk from the wine, not to mention the ambien. I alternated between sitting up and lying back down on the bed for a good 15 minutes tyring to decide if that had been a real conversation. Then my phone started buzzing again. Evan was texting me. He told me to make sure I brought the jumper cables. Yeah, Yeah… I keep them in the back of my Tahoe, but it was confirmation that this was real.
I tried looking up mile markers on google maps, but that didn’t get me very far. Eventually, I googled to see what county Ft. Wayne was in and called their Sheriff’s Office. I explained the situation, and the dispatcher that answered was surly and uninterested in my slurred nervousness (It was 2:30 in the morning and I had been awake for only 30 minutes on maybe 2 hours of slightly intoxicated sleep! And my husband, friend and boat were parked on the side of darkened highway with no power and no emergency lights! Give me a break!). He directed me to call “the other county” because that mile marker was one past their county line and therefore was in the town of Markle.
D: “I’m sorry. What was the name?”
Dispatcher: “MAR- kuhl.”
D: “Could you spell that for me?”
Dispatcher: “::SIGH::… M-A-R-K-L-E.”
D: “Ok. So like Sparkle, but with an M.”
Dispatcher: “Yeah. Just like it sounds. It’s in the NEXT county. You have to call THEM.”
He then hung up on me. So I googled Markle, Indiana and found out what county they were in and called their Sheriff’s Office. Can we say MUCH NICER??? This lady understood my concern immediately. She helped me figure out they were about an hour and a half away, and she sent a deputy out to their location to check on them. I later found out that this deputy also hung glow sticks on the back of the boat trailer in an effort to allow traffic to see them.
I left the house at 3am. I called a friend that works nights at Las Vegas hotel and talked to him to keep me engaged and awake on my hour and half drive.* When I found them, we loaded up in my car and headed to some other little town that was slightly bigger than the one we were (not really) in and parked in a McDonald’s parking lot and catnapped until 7am.
*Love you, Chris!!
At 7:05am we were in the parking lot of an Auto Zone. They didn’t have the part we needed. We went to another store. They didn’t either, but could order it from another store and have it around 1pm. The next 3 stores we contacted said the same thing. We finally found a place back up the highway in Ft. Wayne that would supposedly