This story has been sitting in the back burner of my mind for about three weeks. Not sure why I keep failing to tell it here because I’ve already told it to all our friends here in La Cruz. (And if Convivia is reading this – HOPE YOU DON’T MIND ME SHARING).
So, Dave and I were working on boat projects one day (like every day). Dave was outside on deck and I was down below figuring out how to make the sewing machine work in my favor.
Dave yells down to me, “I think the Convivia kids are escaping.”
I look out the hatch and sure enough, the cute kids from s/v Convivia are in their dinghy, but the dinghy is getting farther and farther away from Convivia.
This doesn’t seem right to me. While their dad had recently told me he showed Ruby (7…and a half. Can’t forget the half) how to start the dinghy motor, I was pretty sure that since neither parent was on deck supervising this dinghy adventure that perhaps they weren’t supposed to have left the boat. Plus Ruby was trying to start the outboard while it was already in gear – so they’d float while she pulled and pulled on the cord and then it would eventually kickstart and send Ruby and Miles (4) flying back into the stern.
Have you seen these escapees? They’re armed and very cute.
I ran back downstairs and called for Convivia on the radio. No answer and by this time the kids had floated/half-motored their way over near our boat. I ran back up on deck and waved them down and invited them on board for a game of Uno. Of course, this was just a ploy to get them safely tied to us and out of the water.
Miles was enjoying squirting me with his water gun filled with salt water and Ruby was excitedly talking about taking the dinghy for a ride. Dave at that point had resumed calling Convivia and let their mom know that the kids were safe and that one of us would take them back in a bit. But for the time being, we decided to have a little fun. (Their mom later told me that she was glad for the break because she was able to vacuum the whole boat without interruption. Glad I could help!)
We played a couple games of Uno and then Ruby taught me how to play Crazy 8s before Miles started getting restless and wanted to go back home. Ruby invited me to come back with them to color and Miles wanted me to “come shee my towys.”
So I got the kids into their lifejackets and put them into their dinghy. I got in, and like I do with our own dinghy, cast off so we could start the motor without hitting any of our lines (we have a flopper-stopper line that could definitely foul up someone’s engine). But, since they have a different motor than I’m used to and Ruby wasn’t able to get it started either, I soon realized we had floated quite a bit away from Camanoe and in the opposite direction of Convivia.
They have oars on their dinghy, so I just started rowing. But unlike Camanoe’s dinghy, their oars aren’t really made for rowing in the strong current that had picked up that afternoon. The only good part about the oars and my rowing was that at least we were treading water. Thus, NOT ending up on the rocks on the beach.
At that point both Dave and Tucker from Convivia had noticed our little problem. Tucker couldn’t do anything but watch, but Dave jumped into our dinghy and started heading towards us.
Dave got their motor started and soon we were flying over towards Convivia. Unfortunately, Ruby cut the engine a little too soon, so there I was again, with two small children, desperately trying to row them to safety while all their parents could do was watch.
Eventually we made it close enough to Convivia that we were able to toss them a line and secure the dinghy. We headed downstairs where I got the royal treatment…literally. Ruby and I played dress-up where I was the queen, complete with tiara, and she was a princess. Miles kept wanting to show me his Legos and other toys. All three of us sat down to color and before I left I got to read them some stories in hopes of getting Miles to take a nap/have some quiet time.
It was a really nice day not spent in front of the sewing machine and I’m so glad I didn’t lose their children to the sea.