Last summer, while sailing into the mooring field to pick up a mooring, the wind absolutely died. We were about 15 feet from the breakwall. As I leaned forward to start the motor, I spied the oars for our dinghy on the starboard setee. At that very moment, a thought came to me (they always come up at the most in-opportune times), I jumped into the cabin, grabbed one of the oars, dashed back up, hung over the side and started rowing. I only needed to go about 300-400 feet, but I rowed right up to the ball.
When our volvo finally decides to move into the afterlife, or when I get tired of preventative and corrective maintenance, an outboard and sweeps are on the to-do list. My only concern is that while a approaching a weather shore, in a tight harbor, with 35 knot winds, it might be a little difficult to get into the harbor.
Jack
Bella - V2620