Thank you to the Kirklander who helped this boater in need

Wednesday the 20th was just a wonderful fall day. Clear bright fall skies, trees in color and the lake like a mirror. Just a great time to take the boat out for a last time before the (dreaded) winterizing and closing of the season.

We went into Lake Union and South Lake Union Park, only to realize that there was "FarmBoat, Floating Market" going on. A wonderful initiative when farm goods are sold from (in this case) three beautiful older wooden boats. Since Phoebe (dog) was with me, we also took a stroll in the sun and snapped a number of photos of a Seattle simply showing its best side.

I never got a chance to properly thank the captain, only the gentleman whom I handed the line, and I cannot recall the name of the cruiser, but I would like you to know that your help Wednesday evening was very much appreciated!

Late in the afternoon it was time to slowly start heading home, but not without the obligatory photos of the moon coming up over the Eastside, and the sun setting over Rainier. We did a pass under the Western Highrise of the 520 bridge to get a better shot of Mt Rainier.

After that it was time for "home." We more or less "gunned it" over a lake that was empty and dead calm. I rarely go faster than 20 knots (great cruising speed) but this time we did almost the double. Upon entering the waters outside Kirkland and Marina Park, I quickly pulled back on the throttle to slow down, only to hear a subdued "thump" from the stern. Once settled in the water, I put it in gear again only for... nothing. Tried again, but still nothing. A quick inspection of the outdrive revealed the problem; no propeller! It had fallen off!

There were some people on the Marina Park dock, and a few boats, but there did not seem to be any real activity. Decided to wait a while, since (thanks to very calm weather) this was far from any real emergency. I looked down in the water and although we were drifting in the right direction, it would likely take hours, to get closer to the shore. Also, I noticed there were some people having a sunset party on one of the yachts moored outside Anthony's. I tried to call their attention, but was not really successful, until I "flashed" them with my spotlight. I heard someone saying "Do you need help?", and my answer was of course "Yes, I lost my prop. Do you have a dingy?"

"We'll come an get you."

After about 10 minutes, still no dingy in sight but a 40'-45' cruiser pulls out from the south side of Anthony's dock and headed in my direction. Once arrived, I toss over the line and slowly got towed over to the Marina Park dock and ramp. We were "home safe."

I never got a chance to properly thank the captain, only the gentleman whom I handed the line, and I cannot recall the name of the cruiser, but I would like you to know that your help Wednesday evening was very much appreciated!

And for the record, I do have a spare prop onboard (together with a full emergency kit), but since the propeller cone and locking bolt were gone together with the propeller, a spare prop would do no good that evening. And the paddle was home in the garage being varnished.

This little "adventure" added an hour or so, and it was pitch dark when we finally pulled up on the driveway. I was still upset over losing the propeller, a new propeller I had just put on earlier the same day, but at the same time IF this ever was going to happen, I could not have picked a better evening (dead calm waters, few boats out, but most importantly; very helpful and friendly fellow Kirkland boaters).

Per-Ola Selander