DREAMCATCHER VOYAGE
Journal 26A -Delivery of someone else's "important baby"
Written By: Lynn Carter
Delivery of someone else’s important baby.

DREAMCATCHER, a 46ft Cal 3-46 from California, to sail from Scarborough, Queensland to Singapore. A week for the
delivery skipper to help ready the boat for sea after 18(10) months on the hard made more difficult by a break and enter
of the boat which had left it in a terrible mess for the owners

All was made ready and sail was set o 3rd of June for a shakedown cruise to Mooloolabar where Henry ,the owner was to
depart his pride and joy and fly back to Singapore leaving us, JC, Marilyn and Dave ,to soldier on to Darwin. Winds 25 to
32 knots saw the day out, finished off with hot showers and a Thai meal washed down with wine. The restaurant was very
small and of a salubrious nature staffed by 10 or more Thai students who were very willing but lacked direction.  The only
male had probably never been able to examine himself in a mirror because every time he passed near the mirror on the
wall he would lean across to see if he was still there, give his hair a good toss with a flick of his head and promptly collide
with the girl passing the opposite way carrying food on each arm whilst she checked her own image in the mirror.

Across from us sat two very young couples.  The girls were nicely dressed and made up whilst the two blokes were only
that.  One was unshaven and tattooed the other couldn't’t eat without talking and spraying half chewed morsels
everywhere.  The girls seemed to love the whole effect of yobbish.

Now, the most  frequently used piece of a boat is its toilet which is also the part that causes most grief.  Henry, bless him,
bought two new electric toilets to replace his old and not so trusty porcelain thrones and they were installed without too
much effort.  No more problems? Don’t believe it.  The holding tank macerator pump won’t cooperate and as we scoot
along in the rough conditions water is finding its way into the tank and filling it and then back flooding through the toilet.
We are using the forward toot which is great so the flooding was caused by that Gremlin who lives in every marine toilet.
With a bit of new plumbing and stoppers in various hoses the holding tank is now isolated and can’t flood anymore.

South Percy became too uncomfortable so moved up to middle Percy which has a reputation for rolly anchorages.  So far
it’s good and we’ll be off northward tomorrow.  One other boat, a small catamaran, slipped its anchor while the owner was
ashore rustling up a haunch of wild goat he and his mate had shot. We chased after it, the boat, but couldn't’t draw
alongside because the centre boards jut out at an angle and we may  have damaged it, so I blew your horn Henry and he
came running. He had a long row to catch his boat and he was very grateful. We'll be off early in the morning for ports
further North.

We continue to wend our way north having left the Percy Isles and cursing the nav lights that no longer
work. Easier winds and a bit of motoring got us to Scawfell Island where David discovered he was having a problem
convincing the electric toilet to remove certain of his anatomical by-products with the discretion to which he was
accustomed. More than once David, who was never one to hide any of life’s little embarrassments, marched by with
something rolled in paper clutched gingerly in his hand, clamber up the companion way and hurl the thing overboard and
shout,” now swim home”.From Scawfell to Shaw Island, the beginning of Whitsunday Passage, was an easy leg although
while anchored in Shaw the wind really gave us a beating. The anchor held nicely although up anchoring next day took
some time to dredge it out of
the mud. Sailing up the passage was quick traveling with the tide, taking DREAMCATCHER along at a constant 7
or 8 KM all the way to Woodwark bay .

The next day we set off for Townsville but an increasing wind to gale strength made a diversion through
Glouster Passage to Bowen a prudent choice. The last few miles into Bowen was a bare poles job and tying up to a
mooring pole on the bow and another on the stern when we got into the harbour was a story in itself. We
managed really well although several locals were taking bets on the outcome.

Bowen is a lovely small country town an easy walk from the harbour and all the people are very friendly. State
of Origin rugby was on and we walked up to the nearest pub to watch it on TV and have dinner as well. Dinner
was quite good and plenty of it but the presence of some small kids and one in particular who was the devil
himself with a steam whistle scream forced us to decamp back to the little yacht club where all was very
homey and welcoming and they sold us some tickets in the draw and then because there were tickets left, then
handed us and others a fistful of the leftovers. We still didn’t win anything but it was fun.

The couple sitting in front of us are having a birthday tomorrow and we were invited to come along too.So we
will.All in the club house of Course.  David pulled me up the mast for the 3rd time and I discovered the light
problem was a broken fitting in the light itself, This was after an electrician had been to the boat and
confirmed that everything in the boat was OK and the trouble had to be in the MasT. The sparky had been
recommended but he proved difficult to find as everyone we asked gave conflicting directions. It appears there were two
businesses of the same name.We ended up phoning him and then discovered we were only across the road from his
workshop.
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