As mentioned last time, a post-Andrea priority was to double up the dock lines for Beatitude’s well-being in tropical storms, hurricanes, and even strong thunderstorms. Yesterday, that task was checked off the to-do list. We now have 4 bow lines, 4 stern lines, and 4 spring lines.
Speaking of thunderstorms, we had a pretty good one yesterday. Cindy and I were on our way back from the marina store in a light rain when a brilliant flash of light followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder, sending Cindy scampering toward Beatitude. It obviously was very close. In fact, it struck the mast of a catamaran called “Duke of Earl.” It blew the antenna and wind vane off the top of the mast. Those nearby smelled the smoke. No doubt, the electronics were fried. I’m not sure what the exact repair cost will be, but I am certain it will be well upwards of $20,000. I have heard that “Extra! Extra!,” the catamaran docked next to the “Duke” also suffered damage.
So, is there any rhyme or reason why a particular boat was struck while others nearby were spared? Does the boat with the tallest mast get hit? The answer appears to be “No.” Out of a hundred or so masts in the marina, the lightning found the “Duke’s” mast most attractive. We’re thankful Beatitude was spared.
While I doubled the lines, Cindy labored away inside doing some cleaning. Since I had to put the dinghy in the water to secure the lines on the outside pilings, we thought we would reward ourselves with a dinghy ride up the river for a snack and beverage at a waterside restaurant, another first for us. We hopped in the dinghy and motored the 1.5 miles or so upriver to Tarpon Pointe Grill and Tiki Bar. We had some mediocre loaded fries and a “Malibu” bucket. The bucket was better than the fries. 🙂
Now, we are off to California for five days, where we will celebrate our daughter-in-law, Fran’s, graduation from Veterinary School from the University of California, Davis. We will have another Dr. Carey in the family in a couple of days. It will be good to see Fran, our son, Jeremy, and other member’s of Fran’s family in Sacramento/Davis. Until then…