Stardate 11648.6

Captain's Log: Stardate 11648.6
With repairs pretty much complete and plenty of gorgeous early-summer weather, we invited some new friends out to the Enterprise for an on-board lunch, a day sail and then a dinner at one of City Island's better seafood restaurants.

The first "problem" was that we brought enough lunch along for eight people. And they brought enough lunch along for ten. We also had a tremendous supply of wine, Lime-a-Ritas, Pina Coladas and Apple-tinis that I kept wondering when the other hundred people were going to join the four of us.

I think we were a few inches lower in the water that day.

After packing up the leftovers -- ALL the leftovers -- we went up to the bridge to prepare for departure. With a wonderful Easterly coming through, the plan was to use impulse power (the diesel engine) to clear the mooring area and take us to the mouth of Manhasset Bay, then turn south into the bay, let our brand new furler line go and sail off into the blue.

Our guests, Joanne and Murray, seemed to be loving it.

"Prepare for Warp drive," I said, lowering the revolutions on the engine and undoing the furling line. A quick yank on the sheet and out the sail came.

A moment of acceleration - that amazing feeling when the Enterprise is starting its jump to warp. Nothing like it in the world, I thought, as a wide grin showed on my face. Here we go!

And then, snap, the halyard on the jib broke and dropped the mighty sail onto the deck and into the bay. Now I know EXACTLY how Captain Stiles felt on his first voyage of the Starship Excelsior:

Three of us (my wife, Murray and I) did our best to get the sail back onto the Enterprise and stowed away while Joanne helmed the Enterprise at low impulse drive into the bay.

I went to the mast on the slim hope that the few inches of halyard at the top was somehow hanging out there, but, alas, the entire line was inside the mast. As I pulled out foot after foot through the exit portal, my wife asked, "How do we fix that?"

"We have to find someone to go up the mast, feed the line down and then fish it out of this hole here," I replied, feeling defeated and wondering how I was going to convince foredeck Captain Dave to come out and help me, or even LET ME, winch Ensign Dave Jr. up the mast. Ugh. May be a few days. May be a few weeks. Another delay to our sailing season.

And then, out of the blue, Murray said, "I'll go up."

"What??!!" We only met these people a month ago. "You can't be serious."

He was so gung-ho about it. "Yeah. I'll go up. Let's do it! How high is that, anyway?"

This was when I thought he'd back out. "Sixty feet."

"Great! I'll go! Hook me up."

But what really sent my jaw to the deck was when his wife said, "Yeah! Let's do it! Send him up!"

So, we went back to our standard orbit (the mooring) and, in no time, and with no signs of backing out, Murray was in the chair and going up the mast. Joanne was smiling the whole time and took some photos:

Who are these people???

We actually sent him up twice! The first time, at a little over half way, he wanted back down because the chair wasn't feeling right. And, once fixed, he actually wanted back up again to the top!

Unfortunately, the line was getting caught up a little up there and the consensus among the rest of us down below was to bring him down instead of trying some more (which usually works.)

And then, get this, he wanted to stay up there until it was done. Even after I called a rigger (who may or may not be able to get to it), he offered to come out anytime on Friday and go up again. Again! And his wife will come too to help. And bring food.

Who are these people???????

I guess we'll see what happens with the rigger and whether or not we'll try again on Friday afternoon (Dave, please report to the bridge.)

Either way, we'll be spending more time with them soon. In fact, Joann mentioned she won some free movie tickets and wanted to know if there were any good movies coming out soon that we wanted to see in July.


Stardate 11641.5

Captain's Log: Stardate 11641.5
Last week, thanks to the tremendous (and much-needed after my surgery "adventure") assistance from Dave, Kurt, and my wife Ellen, the Enterprise launched with the tide.

Since then, it has been several days of cleanup, organization, teak oiling, cockpit washing, cushion dry cleaning, and battery charging. But most of all, we found ourselves up against the most ruthless and dangerous adversary to ever threaten the Enterprise and the safety of her crew. Left unchecked, it could easily take over the entire ship and have an everlasting effect on the Federation.

The battle against....

After depleting auxiliary power, exhausting the phaser banks and our payload of photon torpedoes, along with Tilex, 3M Mildew Stain Remover, paper towels, and sponges, I am happy to report that we have won -- and the Enterprise is now ready for the season ahead. All that's left to do is put the main and genoa on, which we will do this Sunday.

Now, especially after the "May of Hell", I am looking forward (and aft) to once again explore strange new worlds, new life and new civilizations.... yeah - you know the rest.

I think they said it best in 1979:

"Course heading, sir?"
"Out there.... Thataway!"