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Letter from Periauger:
Belhaven Saturday, 28 August
I am dictating this at about 1500 on Saturday. You'll see the significance of that shortly.
After a night nursing my wounds, I awoke to a glorious sunrise. The only "event' after my crew brought me in yesterday - weary and physically broken but strong of heart - was the smell coming from the crab processing plant when the wind was from the right direction! The smell didn't bother me as much as the thought of my crab friends being steamed, but I heard Kent S. opine that the smell was enough to "gag a maggot." Not knowing about maggots sounded like it might be an advantage to me. Boy these humans sure have their issues!
Today was the kind of day about which we nautical types often say "A bad day on the water is still better than a good day at work - or for me, substitute "behind a trailer"! Yes, my commander decided to ship me overland to my next show town of Manteo. My buddies the Elizabeth II and Crystal Chalice are there, so I can just think about seeing them as I breath in those diesel fumes behind Paul Hunt's truck.
But I digress. This morning, Bill, Noel and Kent cut off the broken part of my main mast (the bottom 4 feet) and stepped it and rigged it. Bill made a make-shift "step" to keep the mast base from sliding around on the floor boards (that led to it breaking yesterday at sea). At first I was afraid they were going to take me out sailing with this but I immediately remembered that they are smarter than that! It was just done for display purposes, and to help sell T-shirts for my education fund!!!!
About 1400, Paul Hunt and George Bero arrived from Hertford with the truck. (I hate that 't' word!) Noel, Kent, Bill, Claude and John pulled me up on the trailer. At least the skids are smooth and comfortable and flat against my bottom. All my spars and equipment were stowed and tied down, and then they strapped me down. It's not pleasant but it keeps me safely on the trailer.
My commander assured me that we'll all be together again in Manteo by Tuesday. He arranged for my solid masts (the ones built by volunteers in Hertford in the winter of 2002-03) to be brought to Manteo from Beaufort. Supposedly John, Bill and Kent will rig my new masts on Tuesday morning in a work shop at Festival Park and then return me to the water. Hallelujah! I overheard something about being in a bus parking lot for tonight. I'll just take boat-sized valium and go with the flow.
I waved goodbye to Norman's Conquest and LaBelle around noon and wished them well. I was glad that they each had a first mate along with their captain. They both said it was a little difficult coming down from Edenton to Bath with only one person sailing them.
I'll let you know what happens with the crew, Destiny, Kiwi Magic, LaBelle and Norman's Conquest when I write next, hopefully Tuesday night, Day 17, from Manteo when we will all be back on schedule. But then again, there's hurricane Frances....
Wish me luck on the road today. That tear in my eye isn't only for the dust and fumes. I'll miss my crew and boat friends.
Periauger
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