Wish you were here!

Making our way to the Pacific...

I am not sure quite what to call this post -- maybe cause we can't quite believe we are here? As the kids might say, yesterday was -- the best day ever.

We were finally able to get organized to leave Vuda Point which has been our home for the month or so. We had made arrangements for the first lift in the morning and our plan was to not tie up, just to drive away out through the channel and into the Pacific.

Everything went according to plan -- pretty much... The boys had the boat lifted and in the cradle before we got up from the table and with a quick thumbs up they took us over and plopped us into the ocean.

Maureen scouts the horizon for perilous danger...
...or maybe she is just daydreaming???

From there is was a simple matter of starting the engine (which we had done only once before) and heading out to sea. The channel out of the marina is a dedged channel with sharp nasty coral on either side. Luckily for us we were able to get 50 metres past the end of the channel before the engine stopped... Ok, now what. Prep to drop the anchor and have a look. In the end this wasn't a big issue and we were able to be underway again fairly quickly but as I thought about it I was glad we got out of the channel before we had to deal with it.

On a mooring ball at Musket Cove

Our first wee trip was over to Musket Cove Resort and Yacht Club which although entirely new to us is a well worn path from Vuda Point. We were able to follow an existing set of waypoints and were comfortable all the way over. The engine ran perfectly and we had no more drama on the crossing. It was fun.

Once we arrived we immediately carried on the Gorma tradition and cracked ourselves a celebratory drink before turning to the more significant tasks at hand such as lunch and a swim. After lunch we launched our little dinghy and headed into the Musket Cover Yacht Club to check in and scout out the facilities. Sophie at the Yacht Club asked us how long we were going to stay and we answered that we were unsure (in my mind I was thinking forever). We asked if we should be worried that we were the only boat on a mooring ball and she smiled and said "the Aussie's won't be here until the middle of May. Seems ok to me.

Here is the view we woke up to this morning!

So here we are -- the past year has certainly given us a variety of strange and unexpected twists -- and our plans have had to adapt to each successive surprise.  No idea what tomorrow will bring but today is a good day.

Wish you were here!