Ms Maggie is loaded with comestibles for the day, bathing suits, towels and a change of clothes. Hosed down, wiped down and ready to go. We’re in no rush so we leave the dock around 11:30am. We brought the cat and forgot the cat food. Which turned out to be ok, since he was in no mood to eat. He stayed hidden in the V-berth most of the time, completely forgetting how much fun he had in the boat 6 months ago.
Its overcast and I’m wearing a light zippered sweatshirt…at 11:30am in July, what?!? There is a lot of boat traffic, wake-boarders, tubers, fishing boats, pontoon boats, go-fast boats, boats of all kinds are out to enjoy the mid-week holiday.
Normally, we’d have a bunch of Rick’s family out for a few days but the kitchen remodel isn’t going as quickly as we’d like. The counter top people are taking a month to do what should take 2 weeks because they have bigger fish to fry. We contemplated having everyone over anyway, but trying to figure out how to do that with no sink or stove and we’ve stored everything in the other bedrooms, so sleeping over is out of the question.
And then, lo and behold! The counter top people call on Monday saying they can come later this week (THIS WEEK) to install the counters!! But, back to the 4th of July on Ms. Maggie.
We head out, all is well. We are, naturally, at the upper steering station, looking out over the dykes. Down below all we can see is the rocky banks, so it gets boring.
We’re just at the end of Frank’s Tract – a fabulous bass fishing tournament place and heading up the east side, when we see someone waving a red flag. Not like there’s-a-skier-in-the-water waving, but COME OVER HERE PLEASE waving. We get closer and I see its not a flag, but a red life vest being waved and the young man waving it is motioning us closer. Rick and I are talking…help them…how?…Maggie doesn’t have a towing ring…what’s this going to do to our trip?…where will they need to be towed? …we’re so pokey, anyway…
The kids are in a old, old Formula ski boat, 2 guys and a girl, the one with glasses says the head gasket is blown can we please, please, pretty please get a tow. Fortunately, they need a tow up to Pirate’s Lair area, which is, at least, in the right direction.
Rick maneuvers the Mags around and backs up a little so they can toss over a towing line and I tie it off to a cleat…next time we’ll tie it off to two side cleats and create a sort of bridle, instead – OR Rick will install a towing ring, since this will probably happen again. If you haven’t been towed yet, you will be.
I stay down at the back, the only part of the day when I sit in our Adirondack chairs, where I can watch things and we begin the journey to Pirate’s Lair. Its on the other side of the San Joaquin River. Crossing that river made me nervous as there were a lot of waves and I could see the transom of the boat pulling a bit with the waves…not a good thing. Once on the other side, it was more calm but the bottom of the channel was deep and shallow, then deep, then shallow! Which can drive you crazy if you are trying to keep from running aground, which is kind of at the top of our list of things NOT to do.
They ask to be taken to the gas dock on the other side of the Lair. Its situated perfectly! Rick aims in, slowly, slowly and the ski boat behind comes in at a slightly outward angle. I uncleat the towing line and lasso the dock cleat (proud of myself, thank you very much), then hand off the line to the kid who’s come onto our swim step to keep his boat from bumping ours. They are so thankful and offer us money, poor things. But no, we tell them to repay us by doing someone else the favor one day. I think we’ve been towed 8 times since we bought our first boat when in college. Old Chris Craft? Check. Old ski boat? Check, times two. Pontoon boat? Check. Ms Maggie? Check. It happens…we have insurance so we don’t normally need to find a Good Samaritan, anymore.
Back on the road, OH, I never said where we were going! We’re headed to Mandeville Tip County Park. Fireworks are shot off from a barge and tons of people come by boat to experience them close up. The fireworks are provided by the Barron Hilton Trust (maybe not the correct name) but its a Hilton family Trust for this express purpose. Apparently, they own a home in the area. Its a magnificent display! Totally pro.
Saving those kids’ day (a lot of boats HAVE to go that way to go out to the river and no one stopped before we did, hmmm) cost us only an hour of time. We get to Mandeville Tip and look for a place to anchor. It is much more crowded than last year. Or maybe we’re just arriving later than last year? There are boats of all shapes and sizes, small and large, from jet skis to yachts.
Finding a likely anchoring spot, Rick goes to the front of the boat to work the winch and I’m at the lower steering station to work the throttle and such (up = forward, its the red, no, the black doohicky…red = speed). Yeah, that’s how good I am at it… Dropping the anchor, we then back up slowly to let the anchor catch and let out a lot of ‘rode’, aka rope. Then we wait to see if we’re set. No, we are dragging the anchor.
I put the boat into forward, with no throttle, so there’s just a little coasting going on, really. Turn on the winch and Rick manhandles the rope, pulling up the anchor and let’s try again.
Well, here’s why the anchor wasn’t holding! Look at all the weeds on the darn thing.
We aim back toward where we dropped the anchor and we can see the weeds just beneath the surface. They are EVerywhere! Forget it, this area won’t work, so we head over to another area. We try to set the anchor once, twice. The second time, some guys on rafted-together sailboats are yelling instructions at us, which is very irritating since we can’t really hear them and they are making undecipherable motions (you’ve tried that, right? It makes perfect sense to you, what you are saying with your gesticulations, but makes none to anyone else). Plus we’re feeling like everyone is staring at us *failures* who can’t anchor their boat and should just get off the water. There might even be a ‘how not to anchor’ video on YouTube somewhere. Like there’s probably one for ‘how not to climb over the rail of a trawler in a dress’.
This time the anchor seems to hold and Rick has a minute to go to the head. But, dang it, we are drifting backwards barely before he can finish the job AND at a worrisome pace AND very much in danger of hitting a trawler behind us. The kids on that boat’s deck are yelling ‘Grandpa!’ and he comes down to let his anchor line go slack so we can start out engine without cutting his line. He’s ALMOST giving us the stink-eye, why oh why does it feel like we are the only ones to ever have this problem?
CrapCrapCrap. Rick is uber-tired from pulling up that stupid rope and then the chain is getting jammed in the winch and Rick has to hammer it free. Replacing the winch immediately jumps to the top of his list of THINGS TO DO!
We motor over in the sailboats’ direction and they yell that there is a sand bar and we have to get the anchor to grab on the other side of it. OK, we follow their directions but third time is NOT the charm. Rick’s arms are pooped and the sailboat guys are offering again to let us raft up with them. Pushing pride aside, we say screw it and take them up on their offer.
They are 3 couples in sailboats of varying lengths and styles. I put out fenders and lines and toss the forward line to one of the guys, oops, Rick had unhooked it when dealing with the anchor and I didn’t check it. Fortunately, we were so close the guy was able to reach over and hook the line onto it…note to self, always double-check the lines beFORE you need them…
One of the men, Orrin, has a little zippy Sea Rayder and he takes our anchor and tosses it overboard up around where the sailboats’ anchors have been set. It holds! Yippee. Introductions all around, but we aren’t expected to hang out with them, which is good, cuz we need to regroup and refresh. This would have been the perfect time to have that Mike’s Hard Watermelon cooler, but the weather is cold. Rick may or may not have had a beer.
A little later a large sailing catamaran comes by and rafts up to our little rag-tag group of boats. He was having trouble anchoring, too, and so we don’t feel QUITE so idiotic. Orrin is in his zippy Sea Rayder (which is so adorbs I want one!), hanging onto the side of Ms Maggie, letting the cat finish tying up before taking their anchor out and we talk awhile. Honestly, you do meet the nicest people boating.
Joe from the boat next to us comes by and we chat, sharing stories of fixing up our boats. He and his wife live aboard a 42′ trawler. The group is having a potluck later and we are welcome to come over, if we’d like. So kind of them. This is one of the few times I brought, like, only 2 servings of everything so I’m racking my brain what we could bring – grapes and cherries we have in abundance, so that sounds like a plan.
A ski boat comes up around dusk and ties onto the back of one of the sailboats. I don’t know for sure if they knew anyone but it sounded like they didn’t. So we have a trawler, sailboat, sailboat, sailboat, ski boat and big catamaran all tied together. A bit of a hodgepodge…the best kind…
There hasn’t been any of the shenanigans we’ve been warned about. Last year some guys in jet skis were doing acrobatics (literally doing flips!) which was fun to watch. This year there was one jerk on a jet ski that was going too fast and causing a wake to jostle all of us around. Completely unbecoming behavior, jerk… Other than that, it was pretty quiet. Maybe because it was very cool, not even warm.
I fix dinner because its been a long time since snacks for lunch and the others don’t seem to be having the potluck anytime soon. Cheese filled ravioli and sweet Italian sausage, big salad – oh, I have plenty of that, too, if we do go over there….which we didn’t…timing didn’t work out, after all.
Dishes washed, we go up top to wait for the fireworks. People are playing competing patriotic music – country over here, John Phillips Sousa over there, karaoke. Sirens, megaphones with people singing and shouting. Boats are covered with flags, banners, bunting (we have 3 of those) and lights! Strings of lights, disco balls, flashy firework lights, these people are really into the decorating! Red, white and blue everywhere.
There are Sheriff boats, now, surrounding the fireworks barge keeping boats at a safe distance. The fireworks are fantastic! What a wonderful show, and it had to cost a bundle. I heard that the Hilton family had funded the trust for 20 years but no one remembers when that began and we’re hearing that its near the end of its life. The Hilton folks have been so generous to share them with us – you may say that we just benefit from their money but I think its great that they do this and we get to see them, too! Anyway, the family has to decide if they’ll continue the fireworks…I, and many, many others certainly hope so.
The fireworks are over – it was freezing! I had on 2 coats and a quilt…I should have brought the stove coffee pot, I wish I had some hot coffee/chocolate to keep me warm.
We wait about a half hour or so before getting on our way. We untie and begin the tedious process of pulling up the anchor. Basically, the boat is in neutral or forward, depending on what Rick wants, and at idle speed or just a little throttle to keep the nose of the boat in the direction of the anchor. Finally, its up. Rick washes his hands of the mud and weeds for what feels like the 20th time today and we head up to the fly bridge because the visibility is better from that vantage point.
There aren’t too many boats heading out with us – some left already and others are either spending the night or waiting longer before leaving. Its not easy navigating around all the boats when some of them don’t have their navigation lights on! But we have a spotlight and headlights and use them sparingly, only when we need, to so we don’t blind other boats.
We been this way many times now, so going home isn’t the terror-inducing event it was the first time when we were in the pontoon boat. Filled with about 12 people. That was an adventure. 2 kids in the front of the boat looking for hazards, Rick steering, our son Austin looking at the nav system and giving directions – take the next left, angle more to the right, etc. We didn’t have the spotlights at that time or we did and it didn’t work or something. Oh, the fun we’ve had.
Our nav system shows us our previous track so we can follow that home – watching out for other boats, navigational hazards (like logs) and such. I make it seem scary but it wasn’t, as long as you’re vigilant and careful. And there were Sheriff’s boats at various points making sure we got home OK.
Well, they were probably watching for jokers who’d had too much beer, but, in one sense, that’s keeping us safe!
There was no moon for a long time and when it raised, it was a dark orange half-moon. I took a picture…it looks like a pinprick…
We trundled home, wondering if the lights in the distance were home (no, it was Tracy). Snugged into the dock at 1:30am, unloaded the perishables, fell into bed at 2am…slept in, nice 😉