Old Lyme, CT
The engine had been running really well, and I kept turning it off to check the oil as we went. If only I'd have thought to check the fuel in the tank! I have since discovered that due to the shape of my fuel tank, it runs out pretty quickly once you get down past 1/4 tank. Anyway, we ran out of fuel. We tried to sail east that night, but there wasn't any wind, and then the fog rolled in. I spent the whole night bundled up in the cockpit on the lookout for some big ship to come steaming straight for us out of the fog. The only thing I'd have been able to do is scream on the radio, ring the bell, and hope they'd hear or see us before it was too late. Luckily, the night passed quietly. In the morning, I made one final call to TowBoat US... this one was the most embarrassing. At least we were experts at getting towed, so we knew the drill. After we fueled up, I bled the air out of the secondary fuel filter, and the engine got us the rest of the way to Old Lyme.
Fri Jun 01 2018