The 2022 Ranger Tugs/Cutwater Rendezvous

A great opportunity to learn new things and meet new people — and an excuse to take my new boat on a 250-mile round trip journey.

Last week, I wrote a blog post covering my maiden voyage in my new boat. The purpose of that voyage was to attend the 2022 Ranger Tugs/Cutwater Rendezvous, back at Roche Harbor on San Juan Island after a two-year Covid break.

In this blog post, I’ll try to fill you in on how this event was for me.

New Friends

I want to cover new friends first since that was the first thing that happened for me after securing my boat at J Dock. I was doing something inside the main cabin when a woman came up to my open window and invited me over to their boat for drinks. And just like that, I met the folks who sort of adopted me for the long weekend: Cindy, Tony, Joan, and Mark. They were all aboard Cindy and Tony’s 2022 Ranger Tugs R-43, which is the top of the line boat Ranger Tugs makes. With a length overall of close to 50 feet and a beam (width) of 14 feet, this boat has two good sized sleeping cabins and two full heads (bathrooms), making it a perfect boat for four people to be comfortable for an extended stay on the water.

The boat’s name: Infinite Loop. Cindy worked for Apple during the late 1990s and into the 2000s. She jokes — or maybe not? — that her Apple stock paid for the boat. (My Apple stock paid for my divorce so we both got good deals.)

I eventually took them up on their offer — I had to walk my pups, hose the salt off my boat, and do some organization things inside first. I brought vodka for a martini, made it with the wrong kind of vermouth (but I only used a little so it was okay), and joined them on the back deck at a table with plenty of room for all of us. (I joined them for dinner three times, too, and was glad to be able to contribute with my eggplant and goat cheese pizza and a vegetable dish.)

While we were sipping our cocktails that first night, another R-43 backed in across the dock from them and next to me. On board were Janet and Sandy who were all business as they coordinated their parking jobs with headsets on. Although they kept more to themselves, we did see a lot of them at events and on their boat.

We started referring to J Dock as where the cool kids were.


I love this group selfie that Mark took. Front row (l-r): Tony, Cindy, Joan (holding my dog Rosie), Mark. Behind (l-r): me (holding my other pup Lily), Janet, and Sandy (holding their dog Yogi Bear).

The Others

There were an estimated 200 Ranger Tug and Cutwater boats at the event. Ranger Tugs and Cutwater are sister companies owned by Washington based Fluid Motions LLC. The boats are very similar but I think Cutwater boats are built more for speed. All of their boats are built in Washington State, at a number of factory facilities in the Seattle area.


Here’s an aerial view of Roche Harbor shot from my drone. All of the boats on the Guest Dock on the right side of the photo were Rendezvous participants. J dock is on the other side of the marina; it’s the first dock on the right off the dock on the left. My boat is the smallest one there and I had to get the drone camera pretty high to see it behind the larger boats there.


The Home Screen of the Rendezvous app.

The Rendezvous had an app and the app had social networking capabilities. But although it let you share photos and comments, it didn’t alert you when you had a response to a comment or a private message. So although I tried to connect with other R-29 owners to see how they had modified their boats over the years and learn some tips and tricks from long-time users, and I got some responses, I could never quite connect with any of them. It was a bit frustrating.

But part of the problem is that I just kept very busy while I was at the event. Seminars, organized social events, socializing with friends, taking my pups for walks — I was constantly on the go and not consulting that app as often as I should have or making more of an effort to connect. My loss.


Here’s a look at the Guest dock at night. Our boats come equipped with underwater lights and colored lights for the aft deck and everyone seems to have turned theirs on.

The Seminars

What was keeping me busy was mostly the seminars. There were quite a few of them and very few overlapped. I attended a bunch but didn’t stay for all of the ones I attended. Here’s a quick summary:

  • Volvo Engine. This seminar was led by someone from Volvo that definitely knows its engines. It covered important maintenance and inspection details for the D4 (which I have) and D6 Diesel engines. I took four pages of notes. At the end, they gave out a USB drive full of factory publications to help me understand and maintain my engine. I’m determined to do as much regular maintenance as I can on the boat, not only to save money but to be more familiar with the boat’s components, including the engine.
  • Garmin topic TBD. The title of this seminar should have given all of us a warning: they had no idea what they were going to talk about. The Garmin representative rambled on somewhat incoherently about updating chart plotters and using Active Captain and buying maps. He bounced from one topic to another and made the mistake of taking questions so we all had to listen to the highly specific issues other boaters were dealing with on their setups. Cindy and Joan left first, I left after 20 minutes, and I’m pretty sure Tony and Mark left soon afterward. It was more confusing than enlightening.
  • Women in Boating. This was a major disappointment for me. I was hoping that she’d provide some insight into challenges facing women as boaters, but what she really presented was Boating for Dummies, that started with basic terminology like hull and gunwales. Her handout included images of every slide and I paged ahead to see if it would get any better. But no, it was more of the same. I realized that most of the women at the event were there with husbands or other male partners and I also understand that in most of these partnership, the man was doing the boat stuff and the woman was along to taken in fenders, tie up lines, cook dinner, and wash dishes. This seminar was geared toward them, not me. I left after 10 minutes.
  • Anchoring. I was very interested in this seminar because I plan to do some anchoring and had neither training nor experience. It was led by an R-29 owner named Glen Wagner, who also does most of his boating solo. (Actually, it turned out that he and I had a lot in common.) He covered basics and techniques in a presentation that was informative and entertaining. Although I didn’t take a lot of notes, I learned a lot.

There were other seminars, too, and although I thought I might want to attend them, I just felt as if I needed more down time. Being Whale Wise, Puget Sound Fishing and Crabbing 101, and Cruising Alaska were all topics I’d definitely explore later in my boating life, after I’ve gotten the Great Loop out of my brain and have brought the boat back to the west coast. The one about Exterior Boat Maintenance was being led by a guy who sold boat ceramic coating so I figured it was either going to be a sales pitch or concentrate on maintenance with that coating. (And yes, I could be wrong.) The boat insurance seminar was led by the folks I’d bought my insurance from, so I didn’t think they’d tell me anything I didn’t already know.

Sponsor Tables

There were tables at the event for each of the sponsors, including Volvo, Garmin, and the insurance folks.

Although we were encouraged to visit and ask questions, I hit a brick wall every time I visited the Garmin table. I needed to understand why certain features seemed to be missing from my chart plotters and why my remaining fuel indicator kept blinking at 103 gallons. The four guys there kept trying to me off to each other. Or to Volvo. After being passed from Garmin to Volvo and back to Garmin, I finally got a guy willing to walk back to my boat with me for a look. Sure enough, he passed me off to a Ranger Tugs guy who was busy doing something else but promised to stop by.

He stopped by later that day and showed me a feature on the Volvo engine monitor that I didn’t realize would do anything: a Back button. I thought I was already looking at the Home screen so I’d never tried that button. Back brought me to a menu that brought me to a Fuel screen. Duh. I felt pretty dumb.

In my defense, however, I did not receive a single manually that originally came with the boat. Although the broker and the surveyor both claim the manuals were on board, I went through every single compartment on that boat and did not find them. So it looks as if I’ll be downloading and printing the missing manuals so I can learn what I need to know when I need to know it.

Social Activities


Cindy took this photo of me and my girls sitting in front of my boat. The “Do It Now” sign was the only way I could provide the name of my boat for people who might be looking for it; I still did not have its name anywhere on it.

In addition to the seminars, there were social activities every night: a Sip and Chip Happy Hour on Thursday, a Margarita Happy Hour on Friday, and a Tropical Paradise Happy Hour on Saturday. I skipped Margaritas, but attended the other two with my new friends. That last Happy Hour included food, which I don’t think any of us expected, and was good enough to make a meal.

There were also games, including a scavenger hunt with flowers that I didn’t quite understand, a cornhole tournament and championship, a fishing and crabbing derby, a blindfolded dinghy race (which I wish I’d seen), and a tropical theme boat and costume contest.

I didn’t know about the boat decorating contest and was sorely unprepared, but my new friends kept adding flowers and leis to my railings. I even put an inflatable fish Cindy gave me on my VHF antenna. And I dug out a strand of solar powered fairy lights I used to use with my camper and strung them up on the bow. Cindy, Joan, and Janet were really into it and really decked out their boats. But I don’t think the judges came to J Dock; neither of them won.

At sunset, the marina did a colors ceremony that included playing music while they lowered flags. Flags were at half staff when Queen Elizabeth II died and taps was very sad. At the end of the colors ceremony, all the boat owners near their horns sounded them; I was never close enough to sound mine.


Roche Harbor Resort at night.


Here’s a post-sunset look at the ramp down to J Dock. It was gorgeous there, even at night.

One-on-One Training

I mentioned that Glen Wagner had an R-29 and it happened to be parked near mine. I arranged to meet with him in his boat to get part of the Ranger Tugs orientation that I missed out on by buying used instead of new.

The first thing that struck me was the modifications he’d made to his boat. He had removed two of the three rear deck seats — he said that they weighted 27 pounds each and he didn’t need them. He’d also removed his wine cooler and had somehow managed to get a door for the new cabinet space that matched all of the other doors and drawers on the boat. He’d moved the heating controls, too. But in looking around, I got answers to questions I had about my boat, including where to mount the fire extinguishers, which were on board but had never been mounted on my boat.

We went over his pre-departure check list, which was an enormous help for me. I wanted to create a check list and Sandy had given me his as a starting point — even though it was for an R-43 instead of an R-29. I grabbed a photo of Glen’s, which was a better starting point for me. He went over each item and went into detail about some of them. We opened the engine lid and looked at important inspection points inside. He filled my brain with new information, most of which was very important for me to know.

Then he came over to my boat to check my chartplotter set up. I’d been missing the Autoroute feature that everyone else seemed to have. Every time I told someone, “No, that button is not on my chart plotter,” they’d respond, “It has to be. Maybe you’re not looking in the right place.” Well, Glen came over and actually looked. It wasn’t there. (It turns out that the original owner only had the default charts installed; I need to buy G3 map cards to get additional information and that feature.) He also reviewed how to update fuel information in the chartplotter and explained why it was a more accurate reading when under way than the fuel gauge on the Volvo engine monitor.

Departure Day

The event officially ended Saturday evening with the Happy Hour and prize distribution. I went back to the boat and hung out for a while afterwards for some excellent nachos on Infinite Loop. I was exhausted — all the uphill walking I did every day closed all three of my Apple Watch rings daily — and turned in early.

In the morning, most folks headed out, including my new friends. We did a group photo — see above — and everyone packed up to leave.

Except me. I’d decided to stay an extra day to rest up and prepare for more training and a chartplotter update on my way home in Anacortes on Tuesday and Wednesday. So I mostly watched my friends get ready to move out. There were lots of hugs; Joan squeezed me long and hard enough that I thought I might pass out. Then Infinite Loop was on its way out of the marina. I sent my drone after it, but interference from the metal dock and the huge boats all around me prevented me from getting a good shot.


Here’s the best shot I could get of Infinite Loop cruising out of Roche Harbor. (I should have repositioned to a different location with less interference.)

Janet and Sandy left a short while later. I didn’t even bother trying to get a drone shot because I knew the drone would fail me.

I went for a walk with my pups and soon realized that the Guest dock was nearly empty. Most folks were leaving, going back to their marinas or continuing their cruises elsewhere. I took my pups to the dog park, where they just looked at the open, fenced in field as if they didn’t know what they were supposed to do.


I grilled up some halibut for dinner and ate it in the window seat facing out back.

And when I got back to my boat, the huge boats that were normally docked there started returning. I guess they’d just cleared the space for us. I wondered if another huge yacht was waiting elsewhere in the marina for me to leave.


My boat looks minuscule next to the large boats that returned to their slips around me on Sunday afternoon.

The colors ceremony was somber that evening. It was September 11 and we were asked to take a moment to think about the lives lost on 9/11. There were no tooting horns after Taps.


Sunset on September 11. I’d already removed the fairy lights and boat name sign I’d put on the boat in preparation for departure the next day.

I’d start my trip back to Olympia the next day, so I prepped my boat for departure as well as I could. I’ll tell you about that trip in another blog post.

Getting Past a Cold

Is it my age or a weakened immune system?

I’m just starting to recover from a cold that pretty much knocked me completely out of commission for the past three full days. Even today, I’m feeling it, but at least I’m starting to feel somewhat better — or at least good enough to take a shower, do some light household chores, and take care of sending orders out to Etsy customers.

I started feeling it on Friday afternoon, after yet another full day doing things around the house and yard and helping one of my contract pilots settle in for his five week stay nearby. Really feeling tired and run down. I was supposed to visit with a friend at the local winery but cancelled. I needed to rest.

The Lead Up

Let me take a few steps back. The previous weekend had been super stressful for me. I’d signed up to sell my jewelry at a festival in Wenatchee that was originally supposed to be held in early May, long before cherry season. It had been postponed to June. There was rain in the forecast and two of my clients had pushed their start dates up a week earlier. I was short a pilot because a guy had cancelled two weeks before his start date and I hadn’t been able to find someone to replace him. One of my pilots was brand new and had never dried before.

I flew on Saturday morning at 4:30 AM, then spent the day sitting in my jewelry booth, trying not to worry about the weather. The weather for Sunday looked so bad that I packed up my booth a day early, risking the ire of festival management for the sake of my sanity. Another night with four hours of sleep led to a beautiful day — until around 7 PM when the thunderstorms rolled in and frantic clients started calling. I still can’t believe we tried to dry cherry trees in that wind with t-storms in the area. We wound up landing to wait it out — one of us in an orchard and two of us on a building site adjacent to one of the orchards. When the storms passed, we each dried an orchard block before landing. It was nearly dark.

Up at 3 AM the next morning. Rain and sun on and off all day. The drying conditions were much better, but we flew a lot. One of the pilots and I even launched at 8:40 PM to cover an orchard in Quincy. Although we didn’t finish, we gave it our best effort. It was dark when we got back.

The LZ
Here are our helicopters in the LZ on Monday evening. We were waiting for more rain and actually did get called out one more time after this.

Up at 3 AM again the next morning. Called out to dry that Quincy orchard again. Then a meeting with the FAA to inspect my helicopter. (Don’t ask; even I don’t understand why they sent two guys in two separate cars all the way from Spokane.) Then helping settle a pilot in and trying to catch up with the work I’d been neglecting all weekend.

I tried to sleep in every morning for the rest of the week. I really did. But my body clock wanted me out of bed before 4 AM. And I had things to do, so I didn’t argue. Occasionally, I found time for a nap in the afternoon.

And that brings me to the end of the week, when I was physically exhausted and starting to feel a cold coming on.

The Symptoms Multiply

The next morning, Saturday, I was a mess. Sore throat, dry cough. Aches all over. Flu-like symptoms.

I immediately thought the worst: COVID. Sure, I’m vaccinated, but the Johnson & Johnson vaccine isn’t at the top of anyone’s list of vaccine choices. I got it because that’s what was available. None of the vaccines are 100% effective, after all, and I’d spent way too much time in public, eating in restaurants with my pilots and shopping without a mask in a mostly maskless environment. There are just enough wackos out here who think the virus is a hoax — did I mention that I live on the red side of this blue state? — or don’t believe in vaccines. Or — heaven help us — that Bill Gates is putting microchips in the vaccine to track us. Do you think those people will be wearing masks when no one is checking to see if they’ve been vaccinated?

I tried to get sign up info for COVID testing at the local health care place, Confluence Health. Although their drive-up facility was still set up, you needed a doctor’s order to get the test. And it looked as if they might be charging a fee for it — $200+? — which doesn’t surprise me, given that they recently charged me $240 to talk to a doctor for 7 minutes about my arthritis, which she couldn’t do anything to help.

Walgreens had free drive up testing. I’d used one of their locations in Arizona with a friend back on Super Bowl Sunday so I was familiar with how it worked. Of course, the test wasn’t available that day. I’d have to come back on Sunday. I made my appointment.

I spent the day eating and sleeping and reading. Eating because warm or cold food going down my throat really felt good. Sleeping because I had no energy. Reading because I had to do something while I was awake.

My dogs were surprisingly understanding about all this. They slept near me on my bed or the sofa or the reading chair in my living room. They didn’t seem to need to go out very much, which was fine with me.

Sleeping Pups
My pups slept even more than I did, which is difficult to believe, considering how much I slept.

On Guard
I’m not a believer in “essential oils” as remedy, although I do have other versions of dōTERRA products because I like the way they smell. I don’t ingest any of them, though.

My neighbor brought me chicken soup, zinc tablets, and some sort of “essential oil supplement” that she used when she had a cold. “Put a drop on your tongue.” She demonstrated by putting a drop on her finger and then putting it on her tongue. “It doesn’t even taste that bad,” she told me. It reeked of cloves, which isn’t a horrible smell, but not something I wanted in my mouth. I read the label. “For aromatic or topical use,” it says. Needless to say, I did not put any on my tongue.

I did have a few zinc tablets, though. Why not? And the soup was good.

I took my temperature and was shocked to see it at 99.1°F. “Normal” for me is in the 97s, so this was a legitimate fever for me. I never get fevers. I was already taking ibuprofen for the pain; I added aspirin for the fever.

Before bed, I took a nighttime cold remedy, hoping it would knock me out. I slept restlessly most of the night, prompting one of my dogs to sleep on the sofa.

Sunday was more of the same, although my nose was starting to get into the act.

I went to Walgreens at the pre-determined time and got the kit at the drive up. But I made the mistake of giving my nose a good blow before using the swab. As a result, there was a drop of blood on the swap and the girl on the other side of the plexiglass said she couldn’t use it. Same result on the second swab. “You get one more try,” she told me, sending over a third swab. I swabbed gingerly in one nostril, as instructed, and got a blood-free result. But did it have enough snot on it to conduct the test?

I got the result by email 30 minutes later. Negative.

But did the swab have enough snot on it to conduct the test?

I may never know.

I went home and slept the afternoon away. I took my temperature a few times. I reached a high of 101°F. I felt like total crap. Even ice cream didn’t help. I had to sleep sitting up to prevent the drip at the back of my nose from aggravating my throat.

By Monday (yesterday) morning, my nose was all in. I’ve had worse runny noses — usually allergy related — but this was bad enough to keep a tissue box close at hand. At the same time, my cough had gotten worse and was now producing a thick, yellow mucus. Every time I coughed some up, I figured I was done — there couldn’t possibly be any more in there. But there was.

I napped in the morning and spent the afternoon watching a variety of weird content on YouTube. I learned how women in 18th century Europe dressed. I learned how a volcanic eruption in Indonesia in 1815 killed likely over a million people worldwide by changing global weather for a year. I watched the entire final season of The Clone Wars animated TV show on Disney+.

Hydration Multiplier
Here’s what my neighbor brought over. I actually have used EmergenC in the past and had a dose of it this morning, too.

Another neighbor came by with “hydration multiplier” packets. This is apparently a substance you can use to turn water into something like Gatorade. I had been drinking a ton of water, tea, and orange juice. I didn’t really see the need to put chemicals — including salt — into what I was drinking. But I really do have to thank my neighbors for being so caring and trying to help.

The End is Near

I slept sitting up again last night with a nighttime cold remedy to help me sleep better. It seemed to work. I slept well — right until Rosie decided I needed to wake up and came over to stand on me. It was after 5 AM — the latest I’d slept in over two weeks.

I felt a little better, too. I had my coffee in bed, then made some cream of wheat with honey and applesauce for breakfast. It sure did feel good going down my (still) sore throat. I coughed up some more yellow mucus. I took a shower and put on clean clothes. I started this blog post.

I have a few non-strenuous things to do today in my jewelry shop before making a trip to the post office and a neighbor’s house to drop off eggs. Then I’ll keep resting up. I’ve learned (the hard way) that you can’t rush a cold’s recovery.

At this point, I just hope I’m back to at least 90% by Friday. And, for once, I’m glad there’s no rain in the forecast.

Helicopter Flight to Twisp

A “nosecam” video from the FlyingMAir YouTube channel.

This is the third of several videos I’m releasing from a flight with a friend from the Wenatchee, WA, area to Twisp, WA and back. In this video, Cyndi and I depart her home on Wenatchee Heights and head almost due north to Twisp, WA. Although it starts with a cockpit view with viewers looking over our shoulders, I quickly switch to the nosecam. I also cut cockpit audio in favor of a narration added during editing. There’s some great scenery along the way: the Columbia River, Wenatchee, East Wenatchee, the Rocky Reach Dam, the Entiat River, a hanging valley, Lake Chelan, Manson, the Methow River and Valley, and finally Twisp.

I’ll probably release one or two more videos from this day of flying. Subscribe now and turn on Notifications so you don’t miss them!