Maxi 95 and Our Adventures
We’ve had engine starting problems, but only sometimes — Aside from the known problems with air in the fuel lines — Yep, problems, problems, problems, worse than a house.
Continue reading “Our Kill may not be killing, but merely strangling…”
Caro Babbo went into the water at lunch Thursday. The wind had been blowing mid-twenties gusting to 30. The Travelift operators, who I’ve gotten to know across the five weeks, came by often to find out what I wanted to do. Continue reading “Back in the water, again”
Rather than the write book that is the five weeks in Port Townsend’s Boat Haven, here is a gallery of pictures. Much of what was done wasn’t photographed, so I guess the book is on the way.
Caro Babbo is due to go back into the water tomorrow – we’re on standby. And then to be sailed back to Lake union on the weekend. There is no mass transit in Jefferson County on Sundays, so we’ll be in Seattle until Monday.
There is still much work to be done: replacing coolant hoses, installed new fuel filter, replacing heater fan, to name three. Continue reading “Five weeks on the hard in Port Townsend’s Boat Haven”
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”
Derek was nice enough to send me a picture of the label on the dehumidifier. Given the serial number it is not a recalled unit.
I’ve asked Derek to plug it back in, turn it on and make sure the drain hose is in the sink.
Continue reading “Humidifier isn’t on recall, scheduling boat pull and worries”
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?”
On Monday morning, the day the Canadian people celebrate Queen Victoria’s birthday, shortly after 6 am, Jennifer helped me climb into the dinghy. I’d left the two five gallon cans of gasoline in the dinghy and added the remaining two-cycle oil and a mostly empty five-quart container of crankcase oil. Continue reading “Conversation Part 3: Picking up the Parts”
I’m not sure when pictures will get added. The drive that held all my pictures crashed and has not yet been restored from a back up.
‘‘Why do they always want to tie up on the port side?’’ Cara asked, not the world at large, not God, but Joe.
Joe looked at Cara, made eye contact but didn’t even bother to shrug.
The aluminum boat Kitasoo Watchmen backed away from port the side, then came along the starboard side a distance away from the Nordic Spirit, but before the boat could tie up the floatplane appeared, touched down on the water and stopped about 250 feet to starboard.
Joe looked at me. We climbed over the side into the dinghy. The engine started with a single pull.
Continue reading “Conversation Part 2: Kitasoo Watchmen and a Float Plane”
Monday we stayed in Friday Harbor, visited with the owner of a Maxi 100 (our boat converted to a motorsailer), went whale watching
and joined our friend Dennis for dinner aboard his Pacemaker 26 sailboat.
Amongst Dennis, Jennifer and I, two bottles of wine, a round of mescal and a beer or two disappeared (Hilary drinks cranberry juice in a wine glass). At times like those, the conversation often wanders, and did, to living life. Continue reading “The Correct Balance, a Recalcitrant Engine and a Dinghy that Leaks.”
I replaced the shelf on top of the stainless steel water tank.
This allowed me to look at more of my options for routing the filler house over to the water bladder we’ll installed under the starboard setee. It would be a long convoluted route, so for the moment we may just bring the Continue reading “Caro Babbo, I completed…”
