SHIP'S LOG:
It is a drag waiting for for ABISHAG to be all better. As far as I can tell, not having been down there since Monday, everything is progressing well. there are no problems and everything should be done by next week (early I hope!). The waiting hasn't been helped by the weather this week which for the most part has been wonderful for Fall. I am sure that it will continue for a couple more weeks on into the Chesapeake. I have spent the time laying out the routes and getting very comfortable with the new Navigation Software. I dropped off my absentee ballot and set up a mail forwarding service so that my bills can follow me south. Ho-hum. I want to get going again.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
It is frustrating waiting for other people to do stuff, in this case the people in the yard. I am sure that they are doing the work with all alacrity but it seems S- l - O - W. Patience is a virtue and acquiring it means when has to go through lots of situations where one has to practice it. I am sure that if this had all happened last year, I would be bouncing off the walls, so it would seems that this past year has been a good learning experience for me. I have developed a lot of patience but obviously I have still more to develop. Since god is in control of it all, I will just have to follow the Divine Time Line.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Getting Better!
SHIP'S LOG:
I traveled to Branford to see ABISHAG today. The work is progressing rather well. The rudder is off and way for X-raying. From my discussion with one of the yard people, they do not anticipate the need to do anything with it. It could be back and in place by tomorrow. The skeg, onto which the rudder fits, has been ground down and a couple of holes drilled into it to let out any water that may have penetrated. It will be dried-out and then filled and faired, glassed over, barrier coated and painted. The same goes for the keel and the hull. Already, all of the damaged spots have been cleaned out, ground down, filled in and faired, and have had a layer of fiberglass applied. Another layered of glass, another filling and fairing and they will all be ready to have the barrier coat put down and the paint applied. The location and purchase of the appropriately sized prop to replace the old one should done by week's end. It is looking like I could be off again by early next week! Huzzah!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
The simple truth is I am not going to push it. I should have dropped the hook no later than 5pm. I should have planned for that eventuality rather than pushing to a specific goal. The pushing didn't necessarily cause the dragging but it did make me sloppy. With more time, I could have and probably would have, taken more time to check the setting of the anchor. I probably would have noticed that it had started to drag and might have been able to start the engine and move the boat and re-set the anchor. It has become a lesson hard learned - hook down and boat secured by 5pm.
The second good point of this adventure is that I won't have to be concerned about the prop. john the Yard guy said that he doubted it would have survived the trip still attached to the shaft, that it would have come off somewhere leaving me without mechanical power. Considering that there will be considerable motoring in the weeks ahead, it is a worry and a concern I am glad i no longer have.
I traveled to Branford to see ABISHAG today. The work is progressing rather well. The rudder is off and way for X-raying. From my discussion with one of the yard people, they do not anticipate the need to do anything with it. It could be back and in place by tomorrow. The skeg, onto which the rudder fits, has been ground down and a couple of holes drilled into it to let out any water that may have penetrated. It will be dried-out and then filled and faired, glassed over, barrier coated and painted. The same goes for the keel and the hull. Already, all of the damaged spots have been cleaned out, ground down, filled in and faired, and have had a layer of fiberglass applied. Another layered of glass, another filling and fairing and they will all be ready to have the barrier coat put down and the paint applied. The location and purchase of the appropriately sized prop to replace the old one should done by week's end. It is looking like I could be off again by early next week! Huzzah!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
The simple truth is I am not going to push it. I should have dropped the hook no later than 5pm. I should have planned for that eventuality rather than pushing to a specific goal. The pushing didn't necessarily cause the dragging but it did make me sloppy. With more time, I could have and probably would have, taken more time to check the setting of the anchor. I probably would have noticed that it had started to drag and might have been able to start the engine and move the boat and re-set the anchor. It has become a lesson hard learned - hook down and boat secured by 5pm.
The second good point of this adventure is that I won't have to be concerned about the prop. john the Yard guy said that he doubted it would have survived the trip still attached to the shaft, that it would have come off somewhere leaving me without mechanical power. Considering that there will be considerable motoring in the weeks ahead, it is a worry and a concern I am glad i no longer have.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Back On The Hard
SHIP'S LOG:
ABISHAG is on the hard at the Bruce & Johnson Yard in Brandford, CT. Most of the damage was done to the keel and should be rather simple to fix. The prop is going to have to be replaced. The props was the original and because it is a feathering prop, one that adjusts the blades as it spins forward and reverse, it is worn out internally. A standard fixed, two blade prop will be acquired. The rudder will be repaired and, in the end, the insurance company will pay for it all - minus a $1,600 deductible. Once ABISHAG plops back into the water, I am planning to continue on the trip. The boat is sound and the repairs will take care of the problems caused by the dragging and grounding, and there really is no reason not to continue on. Hopefully the repairs won't take too, too long to be completed.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
After sitting on the hard for a few days, the turmoil of Monday night has passed. While I knew there would be setbacks and problems, I hadn't been expecting them to rear their heads so quickly. I have learned not to have any presuppositions and expect the unexpected. After "righting my ship" so to speak, I know that I can make this trip and am wiling to give it at least one more shot. I only have to make the journey one day at a time.
ABISHAG is on the hard at the Bruce & Johnson Yard in Brandford, CT. Most of the damage was done to the keel and should be rather simple to fix. The prop is going to have to be replaced. The props was the original and because it is a feathering prop, one that adjusts the blades as it spins forward and reverse, it is worn out internally. A standard fixed, two blade prop will be acquired. The rudder will be repaired and, in the end, the insurance company will pay for it all - minus a $1,600 deductible. Once ABISHAG plops back into the water, I am planning to continue on the trip. The boat is sound and the repairs will take care of the problems caused by the dragging and grounding, and there really is no reason not to continue on. Hopefully the repairs won't take too, too long to be completed.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
After sitting on the hard for a few days, the turmoil of Monday night has passed. While I knew there would be setbacks and problems, I hadn't been expecting them to rear their heads so quickly. I have learned not to have any presuppositions and expect the unexpected. After "righting my ship" so to speak, I know that I can make this trip and am wiling to give it at least one more shot. I only have to make the journey one day at a time.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
O What A Day! O What A Night!!
SHIP'S LOG:
5:30 AM Monday Morning . . . . and I awake to pouring rain! More rain! God and I have a serious discussion and the rain ends by 8:30AM. Following the morning ablutions, I brought ABISHAG to the dock and filled her water tank. She was now all ready to depart. I walked out to where my car was parked, intending to drive to CVS to pick up a few things and to the bank to pick up some cash. As I walked to the car I received a sign that it was time to leave . . . some dear person had sideswiped my car leaving a streak of white paint down the side and taking out the driver's side mirror! Was that a sign or what??????
I did my tasks and got back to TYC and parked the car. Friend Ray would be by to pick it up in a day or so and it was time to pick it up and keep it safe until I need it again . .. months from now! Down to ABISHAG, engine on, line off, back out of the slip, transmission to forward and out into the river. It was SEPTEMBER 29th - 9:35 AM - "D-DAY & H-Hour".
There was no real wind so I motored down the river and headed west down the Sound. I am on my way! Huzzah!!!!
I motored for about and hour and the wind started to fill in. Off Millstone Nuclear power plant in Waterford, I raised the sails and shut down the engine. The wind really filled in and I was on a beam reach (wind coming directly over the side) and with the tide rushing down the Sound, I started moving at over 8knots! It was glorious! It was as I hoped it would be!! It was as I wanted it!! HUZZAH!!!!!!!!
As I sailed down the the Sound, I was passed by a fleet of 12 Meter Yachts, the former boats of the AMERICA'S CUP Races. No names were visible but the sail numbers indicated that they were #15, #16, #18, #20, #21 & #22. I'll have to look them numbers up and see which of the 12's there were. They must have been racing though from where and to where ( possibly Newport) I have no idea but it was terrific to see them sail by and to get a wave from the crews. We are sailors all!
Early in the afternoon, the wind began to die and, as it did, for some reason I was assaulted by the last horseflies of summer. I must have been 5-6 miles offshore (taking advantage of the tide going down the Sound) and I have no idea where they came from or how they got there. They were obviously trying to get ready for winter because no matter how may times I shooed them away (evening turning 5 or 6 into ex-horseflies). I spent most of the afternoon dealing with them. They were the worse part of the day . . . so I thought.
By 4PM, the wind had died sufficiently to make arriving at New Haven in daylight questionable and so I kicked on the Iron Genoa ( the engine), motoring toward the days anchorage. The sun was going down - right into my eyes - and so I kept a little more out in the Sound to avoid dealing with the Thimble Islands ( some "islands" and lots of rocks). With the sun going down in my eyes and holding out into the Sound, I ended up missing the mark at the mouth of New Haven Harbor that marks the main channel into New Haven Harbor. Rather than looking right (toward the shore) for the mark, I was looking left (further out into the Sound) for the mark. Those who have never tried to find a mark don't understand how difficult this can be at times.
As the sun went down, all of the flashing marks came on, blinking in their own rhythm. Some red and some green. Some 2 seconds, some 2.5, some 4, some 5 or 6. The darker it got, I lost depth perception and the more difficult it became to figure out which mark was closer and which was farther away. Not being able to find the New Haven mark, which should have been visible to my left (wrong!), I kept heading west. I began to doubt my GPS ( Global Positioning Satellite) handheld receiver ( which said I passed it) and went below to check the chartplotter (big brother of the handheld). The Chartplotter indicated I passed it. #%&*%$! I suspected that I was too far out and that I missed the mark. I figured that I was an hour's worth of motoring passed where I wanted to be. Now that the sun was down, I would have to motor to a mark and identify it. From there, I would pilot my way from it to the where I wanted to go.
The wind was now blowing again and motoring right into it, I was getting water over the bow and one out of every seven or so right in the face, something like the the trip down Delaware Bay last year. An hour and a half got me to the end of the western breakwater and moved along it until I got to the main channel. I found the main channel ( I was very proud of myself) and headed into New Haven Harbor. It is a little difficult at time heading into a harbor following the blink lights on the marks with the lights of the city as the background. More than one sailor has run their boat aground following a "flash mark light" which turned out to be a Rolling Rock Beer neon sign in the window of a harbor bar. But slow and steady eventually gets you there. I made my way up the harbor channel till I got to the waypoint I had marked and turned into the area behind the breakwater. I had made it, even in the dark! I really felt great. It was the first big step on the journey. Now all I had to do is anchor.
I checked the depth sounder and when it read 16feet I stopped ABISHAG and dropped the hook. I have down this more times than I can count and the procedure is always the same. i used the danforth-type anchor because it is supposed to be better in the soft mud and the New Haven Harbor bottom is mud - black, soft, stinking mud. The hook hit the bottom and I let out some extra line and tugged as the boat drifted back. It seemed as if it had bit so I let out more line and tugged some more. Felt good. I let out a total of 60ft and motored backward and ABISHAG swung on the anchor, the sign that the anchor had dug in. I let out more line so that I had 120ft of line in the water. That gave me a 6-to-1 ratio ( 6 feet of anchor line for each foot of water depth) which is an excellent ratio. And, on top of that, I put a kellet, or anchor weight, on the line. The extra 30lbs dropped the angle at which the anchor pulled, increasing its effectiveness almost double. I checked and everything looked great and I went below to start supper, make some calls and started the blog.
I made some calls letting Russ and my sisters know I was safe and sound. I started the blog and as I was typing, I happened to look at the depth sound on the chartplotter. It read 15ft . . . . then 14ft . . then 12ft as the boat swung at anchor . . . .then 10ft . . .then 9ft . . was I dragging? How was that possible? The 7ft!!!!!! Holy Crap! I shot up into the cockpit and there off to the side where the huge boulders that make up the breakwater I anchored behind! Bloody hell . . .down into the boat and grabbing the key to the engine, into the ignition and as I turned it, ABISHAG struck the breakwater. CRUNCH! !@ ! !! !. Engine on, into gear and the prop must have hit the ricks and the engine stalled out. Tried again. Stalled again! It was time to get help!!!!!!!
I got a hold of the COAST GUARD and sat inside ABISHAG, bouncing up and down on her keel on the rocks, waiting for the Coast Guard to arrive. As quickly as they could ( 30 minutes - let's hear it for government cut-backs) the Coast Guard arrived and asses the situation. Luckily, ABISHAG was beam to the rocks so that the keel kept the side from impacting the rocks. Still she was bouncing up and down on the rocks. The sound inside was something you need to experience but I pray you never do. Every time the keel bounced on the rocks, everything in and on the boat rang! Not being able to see, I could only imagine the damage being done. That bang, a hole in the side. Than slam, snapping off the rudder. That crash, the bending of the shat and the destruction of the prop. Imagination is such a situation is awful. I kept checking lockers and the sump to see if water was coming in. I couldn't believe it was still dry. Waiting was horrible. Looking at the rocks and feeling all of the impacts, I expected that it was only a moment before there would be a gush of water and it would be a total lost.
SEATOW showed up and we had to wait for high tide (11:30pm) before they could get me off. It was the worst time, waiting til I could get off. High tide came and the tow began and off she came. I went below and looked for water again and found nothing! Whew! Now the tow began to Bruce and Johnson in Branford. New Haven, despite being a major seaport, really didn't have a facility to care for a boat like mine. The two took an hour and I took the time to discuss the situation with a claims representative. What a great conversation that was!!!!! The best part was that the policy will pay for the salvage and the repairs! Let's hear it for insurance.
I got slipped into a slip at Bruce & Johnson, tied up the boat, and went to sleep. I got to sleep maybe by 3AM and was up at 6AM. Took a shower and cleaned up the boat. There was lines everywhere, the anchor line, the kellet line and the anchor were in a mass up on the foredeck. Inside the boat, everything was on the port side of the boat as I had to move it all to check for leaks. About 8AM, Jeff and John came by. It was clear quickly that both of them really knew what they were about. The check the boat and said that they would haul it at 11AM for a survey for damage and evaluation.
At 11AM, ABISHAG was towed to the service yard and set in the travel lift, and raised out of the water. It felt like going to the doctor. All that banging, all that bouncing, all that slamming! How bad would the injury be? Slowly up she rose out of the water and . . . . and . . . . . Wow, no holes. Hallelujah! A careful examination showed that the keep took most of the damage. Luckily, the slamming was on the lead billet in the keel. The fiberglass on the bottom was scored and cracked. The rudder was still in place but was also scored and gouged and the rudder shaft moved inside the rudder. The prop had a bite out of it and one of the fasteners used to hold it to the shaft was missing. The prop was loose on the shaft and it appeared to be more worn than damage. It would have to be removed, along with the shaft ( to see if it was straight and fair) and sent to a company to see if they need to be refurbished and/or repaired. The prop may have to be replace with a new one but because it was already in a worn state, it may not be covered by the insurance. It is a special feathering prop, usually found on racing boats, and would cost $3,000 to replace. If it can't be fixed or refurbished, I'll have to buy a standard fixed blade prop. There were a few more scrapes and gouges but there was remarkably little damage. Considering what it sounded like and what my imagination suggested was going on, it could have been a lot, LOT worse.
No one could figure out why the boat dragged. Nor could I. And all would impressed by the the strength of ABSIHAG and how well she took the pounding. It will take a week, maybe more to effect repairs and Ken came by and picked me up and took me to my car. I went off afterwards to find a place to crash.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Having not eaten all day Monday and most of Tuesday, and running on 2-3hours of sleep, and dealing with all the worry and anxiety, I crash and slept 12 hours. Waking up, not on ABISHAG, was a shock and a big, bitter disappointment. God and I had a big discussion about the situation but I can't quite figure out what God is trying to tell me. Hopefully it is not that this is not what i should be doing. I have a friend who want to marry a guy but wouldn't take the hints from her friends that he was wrong for her. Even when the church she was to be married in burned down she didn't take the hint. It turned out to be a bad marriage and they eventually divorced. I hope putting ABISHAG on the rocks was not God's way of dropping a big hint that I am not getting the plan.
I say one thing though, all of the little frustrations and problems and difficulties that i have had to deal with over the last year made it a lots easier to deal with this situation. I didn't explode. I didn't sink into deep depression. I am not too worried about what lies ahead. ABISHAG will get fixed and I will get going South again. If it doesn't happen this week, it will happen next week. God's in control and when God decides it is going to happen it will happen. I say that i have enjoyed meeting the two guys that ran the SEATOW boat ad the guys at the boatyard. True, I would have better liked not to have met them in this way, but they were wonderful people and it was a joy getting to know them. I guess this is part of the plan. I can't wait to see what other wrinkles God has in mind.
5:30 AM Monday Morning . . . . and I awake to pouring rain! More rain! God and I have a serious discussion and the rain ends by 8:30AM. Following the morning ablutions, I brought ABISHAG to the dock and filled her water tank. She was now all ready to depart. I walked out to where my car was parked, intending to drive to CVS to pick up a few things and to the bank to pick up some cash. As I walked to the car I received a sign that it was time to leave . . . some dear person had sideswiped my car leaving a streak of white paint down the side and taking out the driver's side mirror! Was that a sign or what??????
I did my tasks and got back to TYC and parked the car. Friend Ray would be by to pick it up in a day or so and it was time to pick it up and keep it safe until I need it again . .. months from now! Down to ABISHAG, engine on, line off, back out of the slip, transmission to forward and out into the river. It was SEPTEMBER 29th - 9:35 AM - "D-DAY & H-Hour".
There was no real wind so I motored down the river and headed west down the Sound. I am on my way! Huzzah!!!!
I motored for about and hour and the wind started to fill in. Off Millstone Nuclear power plant in Waterford, I raised the sails and shut down the engine. The wind really filled in and I was on a beam reach (wind coming directly over the side) and with the tide rushing down the Sound, I started moving at over 8knots! It was glorious! It was as I hoped it would be!! It was as I wanted it!! HUZZAH!!!!!!!!
As I sailed down the the Sound, I was passed by a fleet of 12 Meter Yachts, the former boats of the AMERICA'S CUP Races. No names were visible but the sail numbers indicated that they were #15, #16, #18, #20, #21 & #22. I'll have to look them numbers up and see which of the 12's there were. They must have been racing though from where and to where ( possibly Newport) I have no idea but it was terrific to see them sail by and to get a wave from the crews. We are sailors all!
Early in the afternoon, the wind began to die and, as it did, for some reason I was assaulted by the last horseflies of summer. I must have been 5-6 miles offshore (taking advantage of the tide going down the Sound) and I have no idea where they came from or how they got there. They were obviously trying to get ready for winter because no matter how may times I shooed them away (evening turning 5 or 6 into ex-horseflies). I spent most of the afternoon dealing with them. They were the worse part of the day . . . so I thought.
By 4PM, the wind had died sufficiently to make arriving at New Haven in daylight questionable and so I kicked on the Iron Genoa ( the engine), motoring toward the days anchorage. The sun was going down - right into my eyes - and so I kept a little more out in the Sound to avoid dealing with the Thimble Islands ( some "islands" and lots of rocks). With the sun going down in my eyes and holding out into the Sound, I ended up missing the mark at the mouth of New Haven Harbor that marks the main channel into New Haven Harbor. Rather than looking right (toward the shore) for the mark, I was looking left (further out into the Sound) for the mark. Those who have never tried to find a mark don't understand how difficult this can be at times.
As the sun went down, all of the flashing marks came on, blinking in their own rhythm. Some red and some green. Some 2 seconds, some 2.5, some 4, some 5 or 6. The darker it got, I lost depth perception and the more difficult it became to figure out which mark was closer and which was farther away. Not being able to find the New Haven mark, which should have been visible to my left (wrong!), I kept heading west. I began to doubt my GPS ( Global Positioning Satellite) handheld receiver ( which said I passed it) and went below to check the chartplotter (big brother of the handheld). The Chartplotter indicated I passed it. #%&*%$! I suspected that I was too far out and that I missed the mark. I figured that I was an hour's worth of motoring passed where I wanted to be. Now that the sun was down, I would have to motor to a mark and identify it. From there, I would pilot my way from it to the where I wanted to go.
The wind was now blowing again and motoring right into it, I was getting water over the bow and one out of every seven or so right in the face, something like the the trip down Delaware Bay last year. An hour and a half got me to the end of the western breakwater and moved along it until I got to the main channel. I found the main channel ( I was very proud of myself) and headed into New Haven Harbor. It is a little difficult at time heading into a harbor following the blink lights on the marks with the lights of the city as the background. More than one sailor has run their boat aground following a "flash mark light" which turned out to be a Rolling Rock Beer neon sign in the window of a harbor bar. But slow and steady eventually gets you there. I made my way up the harbor channel till I got to the waypoint I had marked and turned into the area behind the breakwater. I had made it, even in the dark! I really felt great. It was the first big step on the journey. Now all I had to do is anchor.
I checked the depth sounder and when it read 16feet I stopped ABISHAG and dropped the hook. I have down this more times than I can count and the procedure is always the same. i used the danforth-type anchor because it is supposed to be better in the soft mud and the New Haven Harbor bottom is mud - black, soft, stinking mud. The hook hit the bottom and I let out some extra line and tugged as the boat drifted back. It seemed as if it had bit so I let out more line and tugged some more. Felt good. I let out a total of 60ft and motored backward and ABISHAG swung on the anchor, the sign that the anchor had dug in. I let out more line so that I had 120ft of line in the water. That gave me a 6-to-1 ratio ( 6 feet of anchor line for each foot of water depth) which is an excellent ratio. And, on top of that, I put a kellet, or anchor weight, on the line. The extra 30lbs dropped the angle at which the anchor pulled, increasing its effectiveness almost double. I checked and everything looked great and I went below to start supper, make some calls and started the blog.
I made some calls letting Russ and my sisters know I was safe and sound. I started the blog and as I was typing, I happened to look at the depth sound on the chartplotter. It read 15ft . . . . then 14ft . . then 12ft as the boat swung at anchor . . . .then 10ft . . .then 9ft . . was I dragging? How was that possible? The 7ft!!!!!! Holy Crap! I shot up into the cockpit and there off to the side where the huge boulders that make up the breakwater I anchored behind! Bloody hell . . .down into the boat and grabbing the key to the engine, into the ignition and as I turned it, ABISHAG struck the breakwater. CRUNCH! !@ ! !! !. Engine on, into gear and the prop must have hit the ricks and the engine stalled out. Tried again. Stalled again! It was time to get help!!!!!!!
I got a hold of the COAST GUARD and sat inside ABISHAG, bouncing up and down on her keel on the rocks, waiting for the Coast Guard to arrive. As quickly as they could ( 30 minutes - let's hear it for government cut-backs) the Coast Guard arrived and asses the situation. Luckily, ABISHAG was beam to the rocks so that the keel kept the side from impacting the rocks. Still she was bouncing up and down on the rocks. The sound inside was something you need to experience but I pray you never do. Every time the keel bounced on the rocks, everything in and on the boat rang! Not being able to see, I could only imagine the damage being done. That bang, a hole in the side. Than slam, snapping off the rudder. That crash, the bending of the shat and the destruction of the prop. Imagination is such a situation is awful. I kept checking lockers and the sump to see if water was coming in. I couldn't believe it was still dry. Waiting was horrible. Looking at the rocks and feeling all of the impacts, I expected that it was only a moment before there would be a gush of water and it would be a total lost.
SEATOW showed up and we had to wait for high tide (11:30pm) before they could get me off. It was the worst time, waiting til I could get off. High tide came and the tow began and off she came. I went below and looked for water again and found nothing! Whew! Now the tow began to Bruce and Johnson in Branford. New Haven, despite being a major seaport, really didn't have a facility to care for a boat like mine. The two took an hour and I took the time to discuss the situation with a claims representative. What a great conversation that was!!!!! The best part was that the policy will pay for the salvage and the repairs! Let's hear it for insurance.
I got slipped into a slip at Bruce & Johnson, tied up the boat, and went to sleep. I got to sleep maybe by 3AM and was up at 6AM. Took a shower and cleaned up the boat. There was lines everywhere, the anchor line, the kellet line and the anchor were in a mass up on the foredeck. Inside the boat, everything was on the port side of the boat as I had to move it all to check for leaks. About 8AM, Jeff and John came by. It was clear quickly that both of them really knew what they were about. The check the boat and said that they would haul it at 11AM for a survey for damage and evaluation.
At 11AM, ABISHAG was towed to the service yard and set in the travel lift, and raised out of the water. It felt like going to the doctor. All that banging, all that bouncing, all that slamming! How bad would the injury be? Slowly up she rose out of the water and . . . . and . . . . . Wow, no holes. Hallelujah! A careful examination showed that the keep took most of the damage. Luckily, the slamming was on the lead billet in the keel. The fiberglass on the bottom was scored and cracked. The rudder was still in place but was also scored and gouged and the rudder shaft moved inside the rudder. The prop had a bite out of it and one of the fasteners used to hold it to the shaft was missing. The prop was loose on the shaft and it appeared to be more worn than damage. It would have to be removed, along with the shaft ( to see if it was straight and fair) and sent to a company to see if they need to be refurbished and/or repaired. The prop may have to be replace with a new one but because it was already in a worn state, it may not be covered by the insurance. It is a special feathering prop, usually found on racing boats, and would cost $3,000 to replace. If it can't be fixed or refurbished, I'll have to buy a standard fixed blade prop. There were a few more scrapes and gouges but there was remarkably little damage. Considering what it sounded like and what my imagination suggested was going on, it could have been a lot, LOT worse.
No one could figure out why the boat dragged. Nor could I. And all would impressed by the the strength of ABSIHAG and how well she took the pounding. It will take a week, maybe more to effect repairs and Ken came by and picked me up and took me to my car. I went off afterwards to find a place to crash.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Having not eaten all day Monday and most of Tuesday, and running on 2-3hours of sleep, and dealing with all the worry and anxiety, I crash and slept 12 hours. Waking up, not on ABISHAG, was a shock and a big, bitter disappointment. God and I had a big discussion about the situation but I can't quite figure out what God is trying to tell me. Hopefully it is not that this is not what i should be doing. I have a friend who want to marry a guy but wouldn't take the hints from her friends that he was wrong for her. Even when the church she was to be married in burned down she didn't take the hint. It turned out to be a bad marriage and they eventually divorced. I hope putting ABISHAG on the rocks was not God's way of dropping a big hint that I am not getting the plan.
I say one thing though, all of the little frustrations and problems and difficulties that i have had to deal with over the last year made it a lots easier to deal with this situation. I didn't explode. I didn't sink into deep depression. I am not too worried about what lies ahead. ABISHAG will get fixed and I will get going South again. If it doesn't happen this week, it will happen next week. God's in control and when God decides it is going to happen it will happen. I say that i have enjoyed meeting the two guys that ran the SEATOW boat ad the guys at the boatyard. True, I would have better liked not to have met them in this way, but they were wonderful people and it was a joy getting to know them. I guess this is part of the plan. I can't wait to see what other wrinkles God has in mind.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
D-Day minus 14 Hours Give Or Take
SHIP'S LOG:
All things being equal, I should be departing the Thames Yacht Club in New London at approximately 9 am. . . . .but don't hold me to that. It all depends on tide, time, weather, the bank, breakfast and how long it takes me to drop that last mooring line. Unlike skydiving, with sailing you can always turn back, though once I start I am gone. How far I'll get the first day , well that's another matter. I am hoping that I will anchor tomorrow evening behind the eastern breakwater in New Haven. It that doesn't work out, I have fifty or so alternatives, the ultimate fall back position being New London.
The rain finally stopped today and there were blue skies to be seen. The weather for tomorrow looks quite favorable and I can not see anything that would technically stand in my way. ABISHAG is as ready as I can make her with my financial situation and , after all, it is only a bunch of day hops.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Lots of anxiety but I suppose that's normal. Once I am underway, I am sure that it will pass. Doing the first day, port to port and dropping the anchor for the night, that will be a big relief. And after that, it is repetition. As I noted sometime before, "Good Harbors rot men and ships" so I must set off before the rot sets in, and certainly before the frost. I wonder if I'll sleep tonight?
All things being equal, I should be departing the Thames Yacht Club in New London at approximately 9 am. . . . .but don't hold me to that. It all depends on tide, time, weather, the bank, breakfast and how long it takes me to drop that last mooring line. Unlike skydiving, with sailing you can always turn back, though once I start I am gone. How far I'll get the first day , well that's another matter. I am hoping that I will anchor tomorrow evening behind the eastern breakwater in New Haven. It that doesn't work out, I have fifty or so alternatives, the ultimate fall back position being New London.
The rain finally stopped today and there were blue skies to be seen. The weather for tomorrow looks quite favorable and I can not see anything that would technically stand in my way. ABISHAG is as ready as I can make her with my financial situation and , after all, it is only a bunch of day hops.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Lots of anxiety but I suppose that's normal. Once I am underway, I am sure that it will pass. Doing the first day, port to port and dropping the anchor for the night, that will be a big relief. And after that, it is repetition. As I noted sometime before, "Good Harbors rot men and ships" so I must set off before the rot sets in, and certainly before the frost. I wonder if I'll sleep tonight?
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Rain, Rain, Go Away!!!!
SHIP'S LOG:
Somewhere, someone with a large garden or a farmer or a greens keeper is finally getting their prayers answered. Like Friday, today has been one downpour after another. The wind may have subsided but the rain sure hasn't. Sunday will see the passage of Storm "KYLE" and then, hopefully, this rotten weather will end.
It actually got into the high 60's/low 70's for a while and the rain made it rather oppressive and humid. The held the New England Regional Championships for FORCE 5's here at the club. Didn't have much in the way of wind and the rain kept the turnout low. I watched a few of the races, when it wasn't raining, but they were more driftings than races. It seemed that the rain would stop just as the race was finishing. It wouldn't rain during the pre-race maneuvering, but when the countdown to the start of a race began, so did the rain. Twice the rain and the race started at exactly the same moment. God bless those guys sailing in the races, they were truly crazy!
Found and fixed a couple of more leaks. I suppose the rain is good for that. I try to find where the rain is leaking in from the outside rather than just plugging its entrance inside. doing that just forces the leak to migrate somewhere else and show up as a "new leak."I am running out of places on deck to caulk as possible entrances.
Woke up this morning to a very loud and very low fog horn. It had to be one of the ferries coming or going to or from Orient Point. The trouble with fog is that it plays havoc with you senses. You really can't see anything which messes up your depth perception and sense of direction.It even muddies the sound so that you can only tell in a general direction from where it originates. It doesn't help that the sound also bounces off stuff and the echos can make things even a bit more confusing. The ferry was moving quite slowly and for a while I was sure it was coming at me. I was concerned but resolved to be unafraid until I heard it crashing through the boat moored around me. Since it didn't I rolled over and went back to sleep.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Got into more of the routine today. It was more comfortable today. I must be getting use to it. The routine actually makes the day move by quicker. I am not sure whether that is a good thing or bad thing just yet, but waiting out the weather, it seems good.
One does get to think a lot when you are alone on a boat. Even though I am only a few hundred yards from shore, it can seem like the other side of the world. I have had a lot of free time just to think and to be. No amazingly deep thoughts yet. I'll keep you informed. Time for Saturday night at the movies
Somewhere, someone with a large garden or a farmer or a greens keeper is finally getting their prayers answered. Like Friday, today has been one downpour after another. The wind may have subsided but the rain sure hasn't. Sunday will see the passage of Storm "KYLE" and then, hopefully, this rotten weather will end.
It actually got into the high 60's/low 70's for a while and the rain made it rather oppressive and humid. The held the New England Regional Championships for FORCE 5's here at the club. Didn't have much in the way of wind and the rain kept the turnout low. I watched a few of the races, when it wasn't raining, but they were more driftings than races. It seemed that the rain would stop just as the race was finishing. It wouldn't rain during the pre-race maneuvering, but when the countdown to the start of a race began, so did the rain. Twice the rain and the race started at exactly the same moment. God bless those guys sailing in the races, they were truly crazy!
Found and fixed a couple of more leaks. I suppose the rain is good for that. I try to find where the rain is leaking in from the outside rather than just plugging its entrance inside. doing that just forces the leak to migrate somewhere else and show up as a "new leak."I am running out of places on deck to caulk as possible entrances.
Woke up this morning to a very loud and very low fog horn. It had to be one of the ferries coming or going to or from Orient Point. The trouble with fog is that it plays havoc with you senses. You really can't see anything which messes up your depth perception and sense of direction.It even muddies the sound so that you can only tell in a general direction from where it originates. It doesn't help that the sound also bounces off stuff and the echos can make things even a bit more confusing. The ferry was moving quite slowly and for a while I was sure it was coming at me. I was concerned but resolved to be unafraid until I heard it crashing through the boat moored around me. Since it didn't I rolled over and went back to sleep.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Got into more of the routine today. It was more comfortable today. I must be getting use to it. The routine actually makes the day move by quicker. I am not sure whether that is a good thing or bad thing just yet, but waiting out the weather, it seems good.
One does get to think a lot when you are alone on a boat. Even though I am only a few hundred yards from shore, it can seem like the other side of the world. I have had a lot of free time just to think and to be. No amazingly deep thoughts yet. I'll keep you informed. Time for Saturday night at the movies
Friday, September 26, 2008
IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT . . . . .
SHIP'S LOG:
......And day as well. The wind blew, the sky rained, the waves went up and down. It was a crackerjack storm and I was safe and dry on ABISHAG. A cartoon i saw years ago came to mind. It was from a book called "The Gaff Rigged Yacht." I never read it, I only saw the cartoon which features two worthies in the cockpit of a rather dilapidated sailboat in the midst of a storm. One says to the the other, "It must be hell ashore on a night like this!"
The wind was really something, with gust hitting 44 mph. I would lay in bed listening to the wind humming through the rigging and the tone would go up the scale as it vibrated the wire shrouds. When it gusted the tone would drop lower as the wind got strong enough to vibrate the thicker wire shrouds. The rain pounded, and I mean really drummed on the deck, and at times would be so loud that it woke me up. There is, of course, no attic above my head so it is something like sleeping in a car. Add to that the waves that occasionally struck the hull in just the right way and made it vibrate and you will get some sense of what it was like. The motion was not bad at all. No longer on the dock and free to move with the wind an waves, ABISHAG produced a rather gentle rocking motion that was almost pleasant.
I was stuck inside the whole day as the rain fell without a let up. I finished most of the storage, fixed a leak in the main salon hatch, took a nap and started "DRACULA". Not a bad day at all, especially considering the weather. The wind died down by 4pm which meant that since it was Friday, the club launch would be running and so I gave it a call. It was and and I took a trip into the club for a shower and supper and then back out to ABISHAG for round Two. The weather is supposed to continue to be bad for the next two days but should blow out by Monday. . . . And then, well I see what happens when I get to Monday!!!!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
It was not the least bit scary being on the boat during this storm. I never felt the least bit in danger. I am not sure what I would have done if something had "happened," but nothing did, so I will have to await the next storm. Providentially, it arrives in a few hours. Chuck the launch driver, who left almost 10 days ago, called from Atlantic City. He was holed up in a creek near the city with 7 or 8 other boats heading south. They were all sitting three waiting out the storm. He suggested that I do the same in New London and I told him that I was way ahead of him on that score.
It was a boring day today. I was able to establish a rhythm to the day and it will become habitually I am sure. But with not sailing to do, as well as being trapped inside, there was not a lot to occupy my time. It was, in fact, difficult to manage any enthusiasm to do anything. The leak in the hatch that I have fixed a half dozen times was inspiration to do that job again(the good part being that at last I knew when the thing was actually plugged), but I spent a lot of time ruminating about stuff to do. It took awhile to set a plan of tasks and go at it. It wasn't a long list but I set it and got most of them done. Adjusting to living on the boat is going to take time . . . . but at least I am getting lots of sleep! I guess God wanted me to start out slow.
......And day as well. The wind blew, the sky rained, the waves went up and down. It was a crackerjack storm and I was safe and dry on ABISHAG. A cartoon i saw years ago came to mind. It was from a book called "The Gaff Rigged Yacht." I never read it, I only saw the cartoon which features two worthies in the cockpit of a rather dilapidated sailboat in the midst of a storm. One says to the the other, "It must be hell ashore on a night like this!"
The wind was really something, with gust hitting 44 mph. I would lay in bed listening to the wind humming through the rigging and the tone would go up the scale as it vibrated the wire shrouds. When it gusted the tone would drop lower as the wind got strong enough to vibrate the thicker wire shrouds. The rain pounded, and I mean really drummed on the deck, and at times would be so loud that it woke me up. There is, of course, no attic above my head so it is something like sleeping in a car. Add to that the waves that occasionally struck the hull in just the right way and made it vibrate and you will get some sense of what it was like. The motion was not bad at all. No longer on the dock and free to move with the wind an waves, ABISHAG produced a rather gentle rocking motion that was almost pleasant.
I was stuck inside the whole day as the rain fell without a let up. I finished most of the storage, fixed a leak in the main salon hatch, took a nap and started "DRACULA". Not a bad day at all, especially considering the weather. The wind died down by 4pm which meant that since it was Friday, the club launch would be running and so I gave it a call. It was and and I took a trip into the club for a shower and supper and then back out to ABISHAG for round Two. The weather is supposed to continue to be bad for the next two days but should blow out by Monday. . . . And then, well I see what happens when I get to Monday!!!!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
It was not the least bit scary being on the boat during this storm. I never felt the least bit in danger. I am not sure what I would have done if something had "happened," but nothing did, so I will have to await the next storm. Providentially, it arrives in a few hours. Chuck the launch driver, who left almost 10 days ago, called from Atlantic City. He was holed up in a creek near the city with 7 or 8 other boats heading south. They were all sitting three waiting out the storm. He suggested that I do the same in New London and I told him that I was way ahead of him on that score.
It was a boring day today. I was able to establish a rhythm to the day and it will become habitually I am sure. But with not sailing to do, as well as being trapped inside, there was not a lot to occupy my time. It was, in fact, difficult to manage any enthusiasm to do anything. The leak in the hatch that I have fixed a half dozen times was inspiration to do that job again(the good part being that at last I knew when the thing was actually plugged), but I spent a lot of time ruminating about stuff to do. It took awhile to set a plan of tasks and go at it. It wasn't a long list but I set it and got most of them done. Adjusting to living on the boat is going to take time . . . . but at least I am getting lots of sleep! I guess God wanted me to start out slow.
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