For a while at least, this will be moving the boat as opposed to cruising. The lows have been rolling, one after another. Jennifer’s planning has become all about where will we wait for the coming low to pass us by. It was gusting to over thirty knots in the snug harbor we are in now earlier this week.
We’re concerned that we will run out of time to be in Homer by the first of September.
If we’re late, we could need to wait two more weeks before Caro Babbo can be pulled from the water.
I want to make my 50th high school reunion. I’ve made every other one. By the next one, the 60th, we will all be beyond our 74-year life expectancy.
Yesterday, I cleaned out the Racor fuel filter. There was a pool of gel in the bottom of the bowl, which is concerning. I wonder whether the fuel addictive I add is old. The container says to replace after two years of opening. Has it been that long? I will buy a new container today.
I also installed a red LED that lights whenever the bilge pump runs. I discovered that it is running every three minutes when the engine is running. I have discovered a leak in the wet exhaust system at an elbow joint just above the bilge. It looks like reseating and reinstalling the clamps should fix it.
It is the leak that I did all that work to fix and now find (most likely) that it has been this and when I reinstalled the hoses, I just reinstalled the leak. We’ll find out, most likely before I put up this post.
A few days ago a German couple on a Guernsey-flagged vessel arrived. They are Hans and Sylvia, very nice, on a custom 60-foot aluminum boat. They are just in from S. Korea. We, of course, know people in common. They are good friends with Anja and Thomas, having spent time with them in Patagonia and Japan. This is no longer a surprise.
It is 8 am, time to wake Jennifer and get these final things done before we leave on Monday.
Sunday is my birthday, BTW. I spent my birthday in 2020 here in Dutch Harbor, and now I will again.
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