A perfect landing into the slip yesterday with no need for the thrusters. However, we discover a bow line from the dinghy has come loose, wrapped around the shaft and is caught somewhere.
Herb tries to reach in the water and fish it out; I try with my smaller arm to get between the boat and the swim platform, but to no avail.
Herb figures it is caught in the stern thruster. A call or two to Andrew-to-the-rescue of Ranger Tug factory gets some advice, and we cruise to the boat lift at Cap Sante.
Keith hooks the boat and walks it into the sling.
Up, up and away, Willie's Tug.
Herb does repair and discovers we not only have a broken stern thruster, but the battery charger is not working. Neither are the solar panels.
If we had a bigger boat, would it have bigger compartment to work in?
Or do we need a smaller guy to do the work?
Herb looks like a leopard with all the bruises he got crawling around inside the boat.
At last all is repaired, except the stern thrusters, which require a trip to the factory.
There is no time for that now, as we are due to leave for the Desolation Sound caravan with other Ranger Tugs.
Andrew assures Herb that with his expertise, he will not need the thruster on the trip. (I get detailed on use of the boat hook.)
When all is put back in place and Jake's bed is back on the floor of the cockpit, he is happy to rest. I give him a treat and his bowling pin toy, and he uses it for a pillow.
Willie of Willie's Tug,
and Walldog, Willie and Jake