EXCERPT FROM BUCKING THE TIDE by David Buckman The flickering lantern spread a civil glow across the cabin as we had dinner, the depths of our tiredness washing over us. Clearing the bilges of the leaky 18-foot wooden sloop after settling into our sleeping bags, I left the pump propped up next to my pillow, its hose stuffed into the centerboard trunk. With this arrangement I could roll over in the middle of the night and evacuate the influx before the ever rising internal tides gave us the rudest of awakenings. “Remember Bucky,” the mate chortled seconds before snoring reverberated from his berth on the other side of the centerboard trunk, “The tide waiteth not upon the sloth of any man.”
This story rings true for anyone ever experiencing small boat terror....most of we readers I'm guessing. Shows how crazy we all are at some point for adventure...
I remember David Buckman's cruising tales in Small Boat Journal, I think, long ago. He later admitted, perhaps in SCA, that in those articles he'd left out how decrepit and leaky his old Lightning was. More recently, small boat adventurer Bob Hodges has outfitted an old Lightning for cruising the Salish Sea. Here she is during the second Salish 100:
This story rings true for anyone ever experiencing small boat terror....most of we readers I'm guessing. Shows how crazy we all are at some point for adventure...
I remember David Buckman's cruising tales in Small Boat Journal, I think, long ago. He later admitted, perhaps in SCA, that in those articles he'd left out how decrepit and leaky his old Lightning was. More recently, small boat adventurer Bob Hodges has outfitted an old Lightning for cruising the Salish Sea. Here she is during the second Salish 100:
https://flic.kr/p/2mdSv3d
Brings back fond memories. Thanks.