October 11, 2005

Captain's Log

Skinwalker Log October 11, 2005, Tuesday, 0700 hrs

Capitol Yacht Club, Washington, District of Columbia

We tipped-toed through the new bridge construction, barges, workboats, and a lot of iron near Alexandria and popped out of the other side with a clear view past the turn in the Potomac to some of the larger wonders of our government. The Capitol dome majestically rising above the riff-raff of buildings, the obelisk called the Washington Monument and the top of the Lincoln. It was good.

But it is not so good. We have an electrical problem that may keep me from being a tourist. Somewhere, somehow, our bilge pump system and the engine starting system have developed a fondness for each other that prevents either from working. We hit the bilge pump switch and the start buzzer goes off. We try to start the engines and the bilge pump light comes on. To compound the issue(s) my electrical skills suck.

You havent lived until you have been in a rural secluded anchorage and you hit the engine start buttons and jack happens. A huge hovering black tsunami of disparate desolation threatens to consume you. You feel damn alone, I can assure you. Click. Nothing. Oh, well, we could do worse than become permanent members and inhabitants of the Capitol Yacht Club. I mean after all, we are like three or four blocks from the Washington Monument and the Capitol Mall. Sure hope the heaters work.

Its raining. So maybe it is a good day to work on the boat.

I wonder if they allow wet boat people into the Museum of Natural History?

Regardless, the boat work or touring, we are outta here for the day.

Visions of DC: Direct Current and District of Columbia conflicting in the pilothouse.

Capt'n Lynnie and Skinwalker