When I was on the high school track team, during warm-ups we did an exercise called “Superman” perhaps because we became super strong from the exercise, or because if we donned a red cape and propped a fan in front of us we would be a flock of Supermans “flying” across the gym floor. Imagine fifty teenagers lying on their belly with arms and legs extended toward the sky and wriggling about like an overturned beetle struggling to right itself. Its supposed to strengthen your back, but I can think of better ways to strengthen my back. I think my back got quite a bit stronger when I weighed my two anchors this morning. But before weighing anchors, I was wriggling like an overturned beetle.
The engine “room” aboard Daphne isn’t a room at all. It isn’t even a crawl space. If it were a crawl space, I would be on my hands and knees changing the oil, but instead I was on my belly, arms stretched out in front of me. One hand holding the bottle of oil, the other holding the funnel. My tummy was supported by the lowest step of the companionway, which left my legs, extending as high into the air as possible to keep me balanced in such a way preventing me from tipping back and spilling the oil down my arm.
After I poured the oil into engine I retrieved my mirror from the head. Again on my belly, with one hand holding the mirror in the small space above the engine, the other hand held the oil fill cap and fished around to find the hole. “Lets see, in the mirror everything is opposite. Port is starboard, and fore is aft…” When I finally closed the cap, I looked back and saw a red cape on my shoulders. “Good,” I thought, “I’ll need that superhuman strength when I weigh the anchors.”
Hurricane Ida sent several days of winds and pelting rain in my direction. I waited for two days, hiding from the elements in my little cabin. On the third day it was forcasted to subside. Worried that two days would turn into too many more, I decided that I would leave the following day, regardless. So, awake at 0500, with the oil changed, boots, bibs, and foul weather jacket on, I began weighing the anchors.