The Ramp

Finally made it to a day trip destination:  The Ramp  http://www.ramprestaurant.com/

I felt like Leaf Erikson arriving in Nova Scotia, the Pilgrims stepping off onto Plymouth Rock, Columbus discovering India.  I found … the Ramp.  Along with my trusty crew of Carlos (aka, the Sandinista) and Anna (aka, Mal-de-Movement), we sailed North towards beer.  The coast was blanketed in buildings so we had to manoeuver with difficulty, attempting to visualize where the destination actually was.  We knew it was on 3rd around 16th, but that doesn’t help much from the water.  So we edged carefully along, sometimes by motor, sometimes by sail, looking out for the pirates that we’ve heard roam the area (according to my dock neighbor Cheech).

We weren’t turning back until we found the Ramp, so its a good thing it showed up before Alaska.  Luckily, the Sandinista had provided plenty of supplies so we didn’t starve prior to finding it and had no need to sacrifice any of the crew.  We docked in a blaze of glory at the Ramp (that’s what giving the captain wine does for you) and went ashore for drinks.  I don’t know about my crew, but I felt like the coolest person on the planet.  Showing up at a bar by boat beats every other way I’ve ever arrived.  We had a quick drink (I had to get back in time for Pilates) and headed out.  My boat looked very small at the docks among all the other boats – they were all at least 34 footers.   

We sailed home on a nice broad reach making great time, the wind that I had promised all day finally picking up.  Anna didn’t get seasick at all! 

We go back to dock, with Carlos providing his expert services at jumping off and holding the boat (a vital boating skill).

Then I put the Indian Summer away for the week or so (bad weather and business trips ever since).