We departed Tobermory without incident. Unless you include the sorry example of crew line handling to approach the fuel dock. Dan was relieved from line handling by an 80 year old woman. She was either a helpful samaritan, or perhaps concerned Tioga would ram her Hinkley picnic boat. We left with all canvas flying. The Captain determined it was time to take the first reef in the main as blue water poured over the rail. He went forward to take the reef and swiftly decided, no the second reef was needed. On further reflection, he struck the main entirely. We still made hull speed to a desolate anchorage. a deserted 2 mile deep inlet afforded over one foot of keel clearance. In a serpentine path among mountain highlands and a deserted, ruined castle. Not Winterfell, but close.
Loch Moidart, just south of Eilean Shona, is the inlet that challenged our depth finding precision. As the captain used his high tech method via the GPS, the cockpit crew confirmed using transducer sounder, yet we relied on Ellen using lead line technology familiar to sailors on the Pequot or the Mayflower. When we arrived safely at our anchorage spot with a front row view of the deserted ruins of a castle, the crew quickly got to work inflating the new dinghy. Unfortunately, the inflator hose was installed incorrectly so the butt burning exercise of inflating the craft to its meager fullness was lost, and had to be repeated once Dan corrected the situation. After a quick romp to the island to explore the castle, captain and crew returned to a delicious dinner of Chicken Korma and nice red wine. All in all a good day, with Linda at the helm and making a late night nightcap cocktail to share. As we discuss late night shifts for anchor watch, the captain determines that “these people” need an alarm wakeup as they all sleep like the dead.