Mooring Lines

Last evening, just after sunset, we spent an hour untangling the mooring lines. George had walked to the bow to check on them and found our lines (the black ones) wrapped around the large white mooring ball. It must have happened earlier in the day when the wind was light and the current pushed the boat close to the ball. George spent most of the day replacing the steering cables. His goal was to get the job done before the heavy winds and squalls arrived in the mid afternoon. He almost made it. He will finish that job once conditions improve. 

It was important to get the mooring lines sorted out to reduce the chances that they would chafe through. The wind, up to 28 knots, put a lot of tension on the lines and made the job difficult. We put the marriage savers on so we could communicate and I started the engine. On George’s direction I would idle forward so he could pull the lines up and get them untangled. After an hour it was finally done. 

Untangled lines

Our neighborhood. We are one of four boats in the mooring field.