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Thursday July 2, 2020 subscribe |
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conventional wisdom here is summer doesn't start until july 5th and it held true today--overcast, morning sprinkles, low 60s--but millis, mayet, and i had standing plans to do some socially distanced sailing so we met in leschi at 11:30 regardless, expecting to shove off at noon. but we were delayed on the dock, transfixed by the salvage operation to extract and refloat a flipped, submerged plane. i wasn't too surprised because i got a text about it yesterday-- oddly enough, the same plane i photographed just two days before. i wondered then what kind of person has their own float plane; the answer seems to be: an amateur. it was a circumspect game of inches as Ace Aviation towed, lifted, spun, and rearranged the hoist as it twisted in a lively breeze. took four painstaking hours but they ultimately set it back down on its pontoons to the polite applause of a dozen bystanders. we'd been joking the whole time about the salvage crew's struggles, then got immediately karma'd as the wind blew us broadside against a nearby dock as soon as we pulled out of the slip. after several minutes of slapstick, we finally got it pointed properly and motored out, where we drifted on a steady southerly to the middle of the lake before finally hoisting the main and tacking back to the marina. |
