27-AUG-2017, just outside Pender Harbour – We’ve come to realize that the adventure is over for the year.
It is warm here, in the 20sC, 70sF. We haven’t worn foulies or even long trousers in a couple of days. The locals tell us its only rained for four days since May: It has been a glorious summer. Continue reading “Adventure over, Home waters”
2-AUG-2107 , Petersburg, AK – Quick status. Full posts from Wrangle when we get there this afternoon.
We arrived in Petersburg, AK yesterday. It was sunny ALL DAY and is sunny this morning. This, we believe is the first time we have had two sunny days in a row on the trip. We also suspect that yesterday was the first full sunny day of the trip. Continue reading “In Petersburg”
My apologies for not posting in sometime. It has all been heads down while we raced to get away.
We finally left Port Townsend this past Friday about 2pm.
The Port Townsend house is rented, the lower shrouds are installed, the rig tuned and new burners installed. Continue reading “We’re on our way, Hilary and Taylors Stove Redux”
Today is the day we really start hemorrhaging money.
I ordered the copper coat: seven kits at $120 per kit are necessary to coat CaroBabbo. It is a four-day process, however, this should be the last time I put a bottom on CaroBabbo. Continue reading “Hemorrhaging money and getting back to Port Townsend”
‘‘ Jet A is nothing but kerosene,’’ was a statement that we received over and over again from pump jockeys on our Alaska trip. On the web all the sites I found before we left concurred, JET-A is nothing but kerosene.
However, all three burners on the stove had pretty much stopped working by the time we returned to Lake Union. John Gardner, from whom I bought the stove, had suggested that we not clean the burners as suggested at the websites, and we did not. I came to believe that was the problem.
Continue reading “The demise of the Taylors Stove?”
1-OCT-2016 – It’s easiest to answer the last item first. Yes, a number of things did not break. None of the standing rigging had any sort of failure (the standing rigging is what holds up the mast). After that it becomes a little more difficult to think of something, None of us, personally, were injured or became ill, nor did any of our guests, so the human factor held up well. Continue reading “Status, statistics, and did anything not break?”
Yesterday, we sailed from Roche Harbor to MacKay Harbor. The day before from Sidney Spit to Roche Harbor. Today from MacKay Harbor to Port Townsend. There is no denying that we’re home: blue Skies, light winds. Continue reading “No Denying that We’re Home: Port Townsend”
We’re not leaving today.
We got to the boat yesterday at midnight, rather than midday as planned. Moving out of the apartment and getting everything into storage took much longer than planned. Without Scott Wilson’s help, the truck never would have loaded at all.
Based on our late arrival at the boat, we decided on a noon departure so Jennifer could cut cushions for the aft cabin. The final straw was the non-delivery of some tax documents Jennifer must physically sign — I haven’t figured out why sending us a PDF to print that Jennifer could sign wouldn’t work.
At that point, we decided we’d leave tomorrow. [As I write this, Jennifer is traveling to the UPS for her document in a car Dennis Canty as loaned us. The cushions came out very well.]
BTW, for those who are following the engine storyline, I turned the key this morning, after having let the engine sit for a few days, and the engine started immediately, idled well, as the revs ran up.
When Jennifer returns, we’ll fuel up and be ready to leave early mañana.
First stop, Port Townsend.
A longer post to follow tonight or across the weekend.
The number of discrete projects finding completion continues.
In the last two days all of the electronics installation was completed, the color coat was painted on the dinghy, the dinghy centerboard well repaired and the stove installed. Continue reading “Time shrinks, projects complete”
Without even a knock at the door, the stove arrived at 7:30 last night. Hilary and I heard the soft shush as the UPS driver slid the 35 kg box across the carpeted hallway. Continue reading “Christmas in March: Taylors stove and Plastimo 50 Compass Arrive”