Sunday, June 17, 2012

Bottoms up

We took the boat in for a quick haul. We needed to replace the zincs, check the state of the bottom paint and to see if we had any blisters appearing. This last item is the one that kept me awake at night worrying.

When we purchased the boat, we adjusted our offer to compensate for the estimate we got from 3 yards for a thorough blister repair job. The median estimate was $10,000. The actual bill came in at a bit over $18,000. (Lesson learned- anytime a yard gives you a quote double it for an accurate estimate)That is an eye watering bit of price inflation and you can understand why this first haul out 2 years after the repair was rife with anxiety. While I was coming up with a contingency plan of action for the worst case scenario (which is what I do for EVERYTHING) Mark commented that if the bottom was pock marked he would take the boat out into the Gulf open the sea cocks and scuttle the darned thing and take up golf. Since usually I am the one who engages in hyperbole and melodrama, I had a minute or two of wondering if he was serious or not. We love you Ceol Mor, please oh please do not let this love go unrequited.

And so it was that we cast off from the dock for the short little hop to Seabrook Shipyards arriving at 12:30 with plenty of time to make our scheduled 1 p.m. appointment. Kitty was happily singing as she loves a boat ride, even if its just a short little chug around the corner. As we tied up to the dock to await our turn in the lift, Mark went to the office to check in while Kitty and I fed some of her crackers to the little duck quacking away on our starboard side. The little duck disappeared after a pause in the feeding only to return a few minutes later with 8 of her friends. Apparently, word gets around quickly as to which boat is hosting the duck buffet. Mark returned from the office with new information. Our appointment was actually scheduled for 2 p.m. Whoops. Kudos to Kitty though, she remained happy and perfectly behaved even though she had to skip her nap for the day.

The shipyard was very accommodating and managed to get us into the lift at 1:30. Once Ceol Mor was in the slings, Kitty and I stood by to watch the action. Kitty got very concerned when the boat was lifted out of the water. "Too high! Too high! He drop it!!" she exclaimed. I reassured it that it was okay for the boat to be airborne. Kitty kept shouting to the lift operator "Don't drop it" but eventually she relaxed when her little tribe of ducks found her by the sound of her voice. Then she was entranced once again by her 'friends'. "Hi friends!! Hi friends!!" she shouted gleefully to the ducks while Mark and I held our breath as we walked up to inspect the bottom of Ceol Mor.

Hallelujah, praise the Lord and AMEN!! No reappearance of blisters. Phew. Our zincs were completely gone but there seemed to be no damage and they were quickly replaced. The ablative paint had held up pretty well although we will be adding a few coats of paint in the next few months. Our only 'oh no' was a collection of barnacles on the bottom of the keel. Apparently, the soft grounding we had last summer was a bit more abrasive than we thought. The barnacles were scraped off and we made plans to get Ceol Mor on the hard for bottom paint sooner rather than later. Since we were clear on the big blister worry, we refused to get too upset about it. All will be put to right when we do a full haul out for bottom paint. Mark greased the sea cocks. We paid our bill and headed back to the marina.


While I think taking sailing lessons can be a good idea, there is no way you will learn everything you need to about sailing until you are actually doing it. The universe will decide what you need to learn and when so its best just to get on with it. As we pulled into the fairway to bring Ceol Mor into her slip, the universe decided that it was time for us to learn about what the vibration from new zincs on the prop shaft can do and how to dock under propulsion of prayer.

Some people who sail will never admit to having DUH! moments. If you read about their sailing experiences it all goes perfectly as planned, they never make mistakes and they will shake their heads and 'tsk tsk' us for our lack of perfect seamanship skills. I call these people the 'saltier than thou'. If you happen to be a saltier than thou who will read this next bit and if you feel the urge to say " I would NEVER xyz" feel free to note our boat's name- Ceol Mor so if you see us you can move your Bristol fashion yacht far away from us and our imperfect boat and seamanship. This will work well in 2 regards. 1. You won't be subject to our learning curve and 2. you will be far away from us which would work because we probably wouldn't want to hang out with you anyway.

Mark was having a rough go of backing the boat into her slip. It was just not going as usual. There was quite a bit of vibration going on which SHOULD have clued us in that something was amiss. I thought to myself "this is what we get for thinking we had this docking thing down smooth". Mark pushed the engine into forward to have another go at backing in and then in a perfectly calm voice said "Oh. I've lost my propeller". This might not seem to be such a big deal until you realize we are in a crowded fairway on a 23,000 pound boat heading towards the boats docked across from us. With no brakes. We were very fortunate that The Boardwalk Beast was out of her slip as we managed to turn the boat hard to starboard and get her tied up half way into the Beast's slip without hitting anyone else's boat. (Thanks to my mad fending off skills).

As we peered into the engine to see if there was an obvious answer, Kitty stood above us menacing Mark and I from the companionway with her little stuffed alligator. "RAWR! RAWR! He bite chu!" she said as were greeted by an obvious and fortunately- easily remedied problem. The new zincs on the prop shaft had indeed caused a lot of vibration. Enough to work all but one of the bolts holding the prop shaft out.

 As Mark went about replacing the bolts and we made a solemn promise to revisit those bolts with a bit of Loctite, we heard a knock on our hull. It was a member of the Boardwalk Beast crew asking if we would be long. I'm not certain if it was Mark's polite assurances that we did belong in the marina and had a bit of a situation that would quickly be sorted  that mollified the crew member or if he was frightened by the roaring of the stuffed alligator but what ever the reason, it seemed to work. The crew member left us to replace the bolts, we fired up the engine and eased into our slip. Piece of cake.
WHOOPS! Note to self- Loctite and check those bolts more frequently.






15 comments:

  1. Whew! Good recovery. At least you did not break that coupling and spend 2 weeks looking for a replacement like us. I'll remember to use loctite when we put our new coupling on.

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    1. We do consider ourselves very fortunate to not have lost the prop shaft entirelyLoctite and check those bolts...

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  2. So glad you guys are safe! And that Ceol Mor proves to be a good boat after all. When do you haul out? We need to do it with our little boat but somehow it seems so overwhelming!

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    1. we are pretty up in the air just now. I'd like to have her hauled in the beginning of August when its too miserably hot to do anything else on the boat.

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  3. Glad it was okay! Ceol Mor carries on!

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    1. The issue was Ceol Mor carrying on when we really wanted her to stop! :)

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  4. Just got home and checked your blog. New color scheme is nice. We light bright and white.

    Glad the docking adventure turned out okay.

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    1. Thanks Tate. I'm still playing with the layout but I needed to make it easier for my pal Tucker to read it. Getting internet in Tahiti is challenging enough without giving him a difficult site design to contend with. ;)

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  5. You stole the Beast's slip!! You guys are brave souls.

    Good to hear everything turned out all right, and I second Tate on the new design.

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    1. We did indeed steal their slip and the new crew, who did not recognize our boat was pretty concerned about it even though the Beast was not due back for 7 hours!

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  6. The boat is a beauty, the refit is stunning the kids are freakin' adorable... but our ducks are cuter than your ducks. Pbbbbbbtttttthhhhhhh!!!!!!

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    1. Ahh but our ducks follow Kitty around which is really, really cute ;)

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  7. hahah...I'll remember to keep a stuffed gator on board, seems like it would come in handy although I'll need Kitty to give me Alligator sound instructions...perhaps her own You Tube channel is in order?

    I like the white background...as always yours posts make me laugh. So glad you didn't really Lose your propellor!!
    Dani

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  8. I do need to upload more videos although nothing will ever top this one
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTBvqNWJ14c&feature=plcp

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  9. hahahaha!!!! That was great, thanks for making me spit out my grapefruit at work.
    Dani

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