SHIP'S LOG:
Yesterday was a long, long day of cleanup and restoration. Taking things apart is always so much easier than put them back together and that became abundantly clear yesterday, picking up after Irene.
I spent most of the morning working with 3 or 4 others trying to get the debris off the dock. There was even more than I first expected. A lot of sea grass and sea weed covered even more than could be seen at first sight. What was really amazing was that the sea grass had woven its way into the dock. It was not just a matter of picking it up. You had to really pull on it to get it to come loose and even them, you only go the exposed half, the rest fell back into the water . . . and later washed up on the beach where it had to be raked into piles.
Raking up all the debris off the beach into little, some not so little, piles left us with mounds of sea flaura and fauna that eventually was gathered into large piles and then into still larger pile for a later ride to the dump. It is clear that the Club will have to get a dumpster to haul away all the debris that washed up.
It took eight of us to get the metal ramp ( it leads from the fixed dock to the floating launch dock) from up by the dtreet, down the dock and into place. Someone brilliantly came up with the idea of using rollers to move it rather than carrying it. We had a fine selection (from the debris pile) of logs to use as rollers and what had been a lot of grunting and sweating straining during the removal, became a rather quick, painless and relatively easy job at the restoration.
By 1:30pm I figured I had done my bit for the Club and hauled all the stuff I brought ashoare abck to ABISHAG. The projects that I could do were determined by how the stuff inside the boat had been piled(stored "carefully" before the storm. The Bimini went on first and that took about an hour. Before it could be begun, the metal frame had to be untied from various places on the boat. Sounds a simple thing but when one goes through the process of tieing things down securely before a storm, the un-tying usually brings to light that one was to "aggressive" in securing things. And since the Bimini was made out of vinyal, it was stiff and quarellous and the 10 knot breeze didn't help. Three zippers zipped and two lashings lashed, and the Bimini was back in place. Liuke I said, one hour.
The next little item was the Genoa. If I had my druthers, it would have been last but I really couldn't get to anything else before it. Just getting the beast out of the cabin seemed to take forever. It is a heavy bit of cloth- 20lbs or more and a badly rolled bundle as well. Raise it is always something like wrestling a mattress up a set of stairs. I had to stretch it out and make sure it was folded correctly so that it would go up correctly. Put on the sheets and feed it into the luft groove and slowly raise it. Of course, as I started to do this the wind freshened just a bit and the sail was flapping all over the place. Doing this single-handed meant that I had to constantly go forward to make sure that the sail was feeding right and then go back to the mast to continue the "raising process."From grasping the sail below deck until it was furled in place . . . . 45 minutes.
The next task was relatively easy, removing the second set of pennants that I put on for the storm. That took about 10 minutes.
The next task was putting on the dodger. Both the dodger and the Bimini have these stainless steel frame works that really only stay upright when they are held in place by the Bimini and the dodger. Other than that they go their won way and if one is not careful, one gets bopped in the head or gets body parts caught. Like the Bimini, the dodger is attached by zippers and lashings. The zippers have to be lubed to work and the lashings never quiet fit the holes as intended. The dodger was like an unruly child that doesn't want to go to bed. The most difficult part of the process is to feed the bottom of the dodger into a groove that holds it to the combing in front of the cockpit( it attaches to the wall). It really is a two person job, one feeding the bottom into the groove and and other pulling it along. I was able to get Jim, the owner of a Jaguar 36 Catamaran, who with his wife, spent the "hurricane with us, to come over and help out. He did an the dodger process went a lot smoother than the Bimini.
While it probably doesn't sound like all that much done, lots of doohickeys and thingamabobs had to be found and put back into their proper places. All the lines needed to secure things to the deck had to be untied and coiled and stores. Getting things back into order is a lot harder and more time consuming than dismantling them.
About the schooner. There was a lovely 80+ foot schooner that has been up river at Burr's Marina on a mooring all summer. During the height of the storm, she disappeared.She was surrounded by breakwaters and rocks and I surely felt that she had come to bad end. Still, I couldn't see any trace of her, sunk or otherwise. It turns out that she somehow made it to the old bit of sandy beach north of her position and beached herself. As far as anyone knows, she is undamaged and will be floated of sometimes soon.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
There Has To Be A Morning After
SHIP'S LOG:
If you are not in Connecticut, you can't imagine just how beautiful this morning's dawn truly was.Gentle breeze out of the north and clear sky without the hint of a cloud. It is only when you stop gazing at the heavens that you realize the mess right here on earth. I would say that between the beaches in front of TYC and the houses on either side, we could find enough wood to build a decent sized garage. I am not talking about "pieces" of wood, I am talking planks and beams and even the odd door or two. An equal amount has affixed itself to our dock, getting trapped in the pilings b y the tides. It will be a long clean up. Hope someone will bring the beer.
One sad observation, the detritus from the sea that swept ashore contained a horrifying amount of plastic - bottle caps and the bottles themselves. lighters, baggies, molded plastic pieces of various kinds, - the list is endless, and so apparently is amount of plastic that gets tossed into rivers, streams and oceans. It is distressing to see so much and what makes it even worse is that the waters in this are relatively pristine.
I stopping now as I have to go and help with the clean up. More to come later. especially about the schooner.
If you are not in Connecticut, you can't imagine just how beautiful this morning's dawn truly was.Gentle breeze out of the north and clear sky without the hint of a cloud. It is only when you stop gazing at the heavens that you realize the mess right here on earth. I would say that between the beaches in front of TYC and the houses on either side, we could find enough wood to build a decent sized garage. I am not talking about "pieces" of wood, I am talking planks and beams and even the odd door or two. An equal amount has affixed itself to our dock, getting trapped in the pilings b y the tides. It will be a long clean up. Hope someone will bring the beer.
One sad observation, the detritus from the sea that swept ashore contained a horrifying amount of plastic - bottle caps and the bottles themselves. lighters, baggies, molded plastic pieces of various kinds, - the list is endless, and so apparently is amount of plastic that gets tossed into rivers, streams and oceans. It is distressing to see so much and what makes it even worse is that the waters in this are relatively pristine.
I stopping now as I have to go and help with the clean up. More to come later. especially about the schooner.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
D-Day! ! ! ! ! ! !
SHIP'S LOG:
Irene arrived but thankfully, she did not live up to her billing. She was not more than a big tropical storm when she graced us with her presence, but that was more than enough.
I arose at 5am when the power went out and the emergency lights snapped on with an electrical crack that snapped me out of a dead sleep. The winds were probably only around 40 but it was enough to cause some wire or cable somewhere to snap and plunged the whole of New London in to darkness . . . well at least it cut the power. It wouldn't return til about 7pm.
My first conscious thought was to check ABISHAG (she was still there) and then to go off and find coffee. Nothing was opened in anticipation of the "hurricane," but I eventually found a Cumberland Farms that was opened and got coffee. By the time I git back to the club, people started arriving to watch the storm and their boats. The most serious part of the storm whacked us from 9 til 1pm during the high tide. Sadly the club lost three boats. One was a small racing type sailboat of about 19 feet which just tuned turtle and floated upside down. It is still there as we speak. The other two loses where much sadder.
One was HERON, a beautiful 29 foot Pearson which became disconnected from it mooring( possibly chaffing through the pennant) and drifted onto Junk Island. The name says it all. It is a pile of large rocks and concrete block that shredded the side of HERON, punching hole the size of a refrigerator in its port side. The wind spun it around so that the starboard side hit the rocks and a similarly large hole was gouged in that side as well. The boat is a total loss. It was so sad to watch her go and there was nothing we could do about it. There was no way for us to get to her and save her from her fate.
It didn't get much later when a Cheoy Lee ketch broke lose and was driven through the mooring field. It ran into the Queen Merry, the small barge we use fora race boat on Wednesday and must have hole itself. It continued across the river and eventually sank somewhere off of Electric Boat.
Both owners were informed and eventually showed up and were much distraught which is perfectly understandable. Even though both had insurance, there is just no way to ease the sense of loss they suffered. True, they were only boats but if you have never owned a boat or been owned by one, you really wouldn't understand.
Several other boats dragged their moorings but fortunately no broke free so there were no further loses. TYC suffer minimal damage and all in all, it was an event less than forecast. It was bad tropical storm but one that never made it to hurricane status, at least not here.
Irene arrived but thankfully, she did not live up to her billing. She was not more than a big tropical storm when she graced us with her presence, but that was more than enough.
I arose at 5am when the power went out and the emergency lights snapped on with an electrical crack that snapped me out of a dead sleep. The winds were probably only around 40 but it was enough to cause some wire or cable somewhere to snap and plunged the whole of New London in to darkness . . . well at least it cut the power. It wouldn't return til about 7pm.
My first conscious thought was to check ABISHAG (she was still there) and then to go off and find coffee. Nothing was opened in anticipation of the "hurricane," but I eventually found a Cumberland Farms that was opened and got coffee. By the time I git back to the club, people started arriving to watch the storm and their boats. The most serious part of the storm whacked us from 9 til 1pm during the high tide. Sadly the club lost three boats. One was a small racing type sailboat of about 19 feet which just tuned turtle and floated upside down. It is still there as we speak. The other two loses where much sadder.
One was HERON, a beautiful 29 foot Pearson which became disconnected from it mooring( possibly chaffing through the pennant) and drifted onto Junk Island. The name says it all. It is a pile of large rocks and concrete block that shredded the side of HERON, punching hole the size of a refrigerator in its port side. The wind spun it around so that the starboard side hit the rocks and a similarly large hole was gouged in that side as well. The boat is a total loss. It was so sad to watch her go and there was nothing we could do about it. There was no way for us to get to her and save her from her fate.
It didn't get much later when a Cheoy Lee ketch broke lose and was driven through the mooring field. It ran into the Queen Merry, the small barge we use fora race boat on Wednesday and must have hole itself. It continued across the river and eventually sank somewhere off of Electric Boat.
Both owners were informed and eventually showed up and were much distraught which is perfectly understandable. Even though both had insurance, there is just no way to ease the sense of loss they suffered. True, they were only boats but if you have never owned a boat or been owned by one, you really wouldn't understand.
Several other boats dragged their moorings but fortunately no broke free so there were no further loses. TYC suffer minimal damage and all in all, it was an event less than forecast. It was bad tropical storm but one that never made it to hurricane status, at least not here.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
IRENE, D-Day - 1
SHIP'S LOG:
The panic has begun! People are running around now trying get their boat ready for the "Advent of Irene" and most are throwing money around to do it. It is surprising, but then again maybe it is not, that so many are ill-prepared to deal with a serious weather event. People are our buying more fenders, and huge lengths of line, and new pennants, and are having divers check their moorings( if they are staying put) and putting on new chains and more chains, well the list is practically endless. All this preparation, which already should have been done, should have been accomplished with stores already on boats. All of the stuff should have been items that one would normally have on a boat. True, I did go out and by buy 50ft. of Dacron cord but that was to replace what I would be using up.
ABISHAG's two problems, the alternator and the Genoa were solved on Friday afternoon. The installation of the alternator was a simple process though I always find such things a source of terror. But with a little help, it went off without a hitch. The Genoa problem turned out to be a snag by the top furling car at the top of the mast. Johnny B. Good (real name by the way)got hoisted up to the top and in less time than it took to get him up and back down the problems was solved.
I put on a secondary set of pennants so that if the first should chaffe thru or break( they are 1 1/2 inches in diameter)they will do the job, though they are only 1 inch in diameter. All is of the deck. The sails are inside the boat. The life raft is inside as well. The dinghy is deflated in Henry's backyard, along with the outboard motor and gs cans. The dodger and bimini are removed and stored below, along with the Bar-B-Q, the radar reflector, the cockpit cushions, and everything else removable. The old saw is that what you leave on deck should be considered lost in a bad storm and Irene may just qualify as that.
I say may qualify for as of right now 12;43PM EST, she seems to be trending westward a bit and losing strength. She is whacking the outer banks of North Carolina and is going to brush along the coast of New Jersey and could very probably smack NYC head on. All of that travel over land is going to sap her a lot and as of right now, we are going to experience, not hurricane but a tropical storm, 40 -60mph winds, with the storm surge coming at low tide. I'll take that happily as it is so much better than what was being forecast only a day ago. Obviously things could still change but I am prepared for whatever. Now comes the tough part, the waiting!
The panic has begun! People are running around now trying get their boat ready for the "Advent of Irene" and most are throwing money around to do it. It is surprising, but then again maybe it is not, that so many are ill-prepared to deal with a serious weather event. People are our buying more fenders, and huge lengths of line, and new pennants, and are having divers check their moorings( if they are staying put) and putting on new chains and more chains, well the list is practically endless. All this preparation, which already should have been done, should have been accomplished with stores already on boats. All of the stuff should have been items that one would normally have on a boat. True, I did go out and by buy 50ft. of Dacron cord but that was to replace what I would be using up.
ABISHAG's two problems, the alternator and the Genoa were solved on Friday afternoon. The installation of the alternator was a simple process though I always find such things a source of terror. But with a little help, it went off without a hitch. The Genoa problem turned out to be a snag by the top furling car at the top of the mast. Johnny B. Good (real name by the way)got hoisted up to the top and in less time than it took to get him up and back down the problems was solved.
I put on a secondary set of pennants so that if the first should chaffe thru or break( they are 1 1/2 inches in diameter)they will do the job, though they are only 1 inch in diameter. All is of the deck. The sails are inside the boat. The life raft is inside as well. The dinghy is deflated in Henry's backyard, along with the outboard motor and gs cans. The dodger and bimini are removed and stored below, along with the Bar-B-Q, the radar reflector, the cockpit cushions, and everything else removable. The old saw is that what you leave on deck should be considered lost in a bad storm and Irene may just qualify as that.
I say may qualify for as of right now 12;43PM EST, she seems to be trending westward a bit and losing strength. She is whacking the outer banks of North Carolina and is going to brush along the coast of New Jersey and could very probably smack NYC head on. All of that travel over land is going to sap her a lot and as of right now, we are going to experience, not hurricane but a tropical storm, 40 -60mph winds, with the storm surge coming at low tide. I'll take that happily as it is so much better than what was being forecast only a day ago. Obviously things could still change but I am prepared for whatever. Now comes the tough part, the waiting!
Friday, August 26, 2011
IRENE, D-Day - 2
SHIP'S LOG:
Well, things are certainly shaking around here! Panic hasn't quite set in, but it is coming . . . . and so is Irene! Yesterday, a few people stopped by to tend there boats, or move them, or to just wander around tapping into the "collective wisdom" of others who were around. What to do? What to do?
Right now, most of the boats are still on their moorings though some have headed up the River to boatyards and marinas, some to get hauled ($300 to haul, $300 to launch, for a three day stay). This plan has a major flaw in that these places are/will overload their storage facilities and, in the rush to get as many boats out as possible, the crews will not be as studious and as careful in the blocking. No masts will be taken down and that means windage and if one goes over, it can, probably will start a domino effect. A temporary slip is going for $30/ foot on average and marinas are using every foot of dockspace they have to take in as many boats as possible. Wind and/or storm surge can raise real havoc. Fixed docks means that you have to guestimate the length of your lines and if you are off to any considerable degree, it means busted lines and/or cleats ripped from your boat. And surely one boat will get loose and pinball around in the middle of a lot of boats.
Boats on moorings have their own problems. No matter how carefully one prepares a boat on a mooring, there is always the chance that someone else didn't take the time or make the effort, after all, that's what insurance is for! For moored boats, the problems are mooring pennants that chaffe through and/or cleats that pull out; boats which have broken loose and pinball their way through the fleet;mooring that pull as the storm surge rocks the boats up and down; and the possibility that some piece of the mooring set up lets go thus making the remainder, though perfectly good, perfectly useless in keeping the boat safe. Ah the fun of boat ownership.
ABISHAG will be on her mooring. As far as the diver could tell, he mooring system is in top shape. I have pretty much stripped the topsides and will secure everything else below. I got the alternator back and will re-install it today to make sure the batteries are up to snuff. I'll pump the bilges, shut the seacocks, turn off the propane, and locker her up tomorrow and then watch the proceedings from the club house.
IRENE should make her entrance( according to current predictions) around 2pm on Sunday afternoon. Her current course is actually all over the place but generally northward. The next 24 hours should give a more accurate prediction of time of arrival, strength, storm surge, wind directions and all that other fun stuff. E|right now, the sky is a bit overcast but all in all a pleasant day. You could not tell from the weather we are experiencing what is bearing down on us. I expect that by this afternoon, there will be a lot more people here doing something with their boats and that by tomorrow, panic will have really set in. My only real concern is the Genoa. I can't get it down. I think that the top-end furler has somehow become jammed and off the track that the top of the mast and won't allow the sail to come down. If I can get it down, I am going to have to find some way of wrapping the Genoa with line to secure it as much as possible, other wise it will rip loose and beat itself to death, plus adding to the windage. Windage, by the way, is the amount of surface area that the boat presents to the wind. The more windage, the great the effect of the wind on the boat and hence on the mooring. If the winds top out with gust of 90mph, the current prediction, the Genoa unraveled will add considerably to the windage and put unnecessary pressure ion the mooring.
Perhaps Irene will turn inland and, if she does, she will loose a lot of punch. Perhaps she will turn east and out to sea and miss us altogether leaving us with something like a nor'easter. No one really knows what will happen and everybody will just have to take what comes. AH, the fun of boat ownership!!!!!
Well, things are certainly shaking around here! Panic hasn't quite set in, but it is coming . . . . and so is Irene! Yesterday, a few people stopped by to tend there boats, or move them, or to just wander around tapping into the "collective wisdom" of others who were around. What to do? What to do?
Right now, most of the boats are still on their moorings though some have headed up the River to boatyards and marinas, some to get hauled ($300 to haul, $300 to launch, for a three day stay). This plan has a major flaw in that these places are/will overload their storage facilities and, in the rush to get as many boats out as possible, the crews will not be as studious and as careful in the blocking. No masts will be taken down and that means windage and if one goes over, it can, probably will start a domino effect. A temporary slip is going for $30/ foot on average and marinas are using every foot of dockspace they have to take in as many boats as possible. Wind and/or storm surge can raise real havoc. Fixed docks means that you have to guestimate the length of your lines and if you are off to any considerable degree, it means busted lines and/or cleats ripped from your boat. And surely one boat will get loose and pinball around in the middle of a lot of boats.
Boats on moorings have their own problems. No matter how carefully one prepares a boat on a mooring, there is always the chance that someone else didn't take the time or make the effort, after all, that's what insurance is for! For moored boats, the problems are mooring pennants that chaffe through and/or cleats that pull out; boats which have broken loose and pinball their way through the fleet;mooring that pull as the storm surge rocks the boats up and down; and the possibility that some piece of the mooring set up lets go thus making the remainder, though perfectly good, perfectly useless in keeping the boat safe. Ah the fun of boat ownership.
ABISHAG will be on her mooring. As far as the diver could tell, he mooring system is in top shape. I have pretty much stripped the topsides and will secure everything else below. I got the alternator back and will re-install it today to make sure the batteries are up to snuff. I'll pump the bilges, shut the seacocks, turn off the propane, and locker her up tomorrow and then watch the proceedings from the club house.
IRENE should make her entrance( according to current predictions) around 2pm on Sunday afternoon. Her current course is actually all over the place but generally northward. The next 24 hours should give a more accurate prediction of time of arrival, strength, storm surge, wind directions and all that other fun stuff. E|right now, the sky is a bit overcast but all in all a pleasant day. You could not tell from the weather we are experiencing what is bearing down on us. I expect that by this afternoon, there will be a lot more people here doing something with their boats and that by tomorrow, panic will have really set in. My only real concern is the Genoa. I can't get it down. I think that the top-end furler has somehow become jammed and off the track that the top of the mast and won't allow the sail to come down. If I can get it down, I am going to have to find some way of wrapping the Genoa with line to secure it as much as possible, other wise it will rip loose and beat itself to death, plus adding to the windage. Windage, by the way, is the amount of surface area that the boat presents to the wind. The more windage, the great the effect of the wind on the boat and hence on the mooring. If the winds top out with gust of 90mph, the current prediction, the Genoa unraveled will add considerably to the windage and put unnecessary pressure ion the mooring.
Perhaps Irene will turn inland and, if she does, she will loose a lot of punch. Perhaps she will turn east and out to sea and miss us altogether leaving us with something like a nor'easter. No one really knows what will happen and everybody will just have to take what comes. AH, the fun of boat ownership!!!!!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Hurricane Irene Be Comin' ! ! ! ! ! ! !
SHIP'S LOG:
Well, it looks as though New London may get a visit from Hurricane Irene sometime over the coming weekend. How big a beasty she will be is difficult to say right now as is where she actually might be going, but all indications are that she will scoot up the east coast and bounce off South eastern New England, which means south eastern Connecticut and Rhode Island and the Cape. She could be a Category One when she gets here, possibly a Two and maybe even a Three, none of which is a particularly good thing. The sign that it is really going to be bad is if the subs all star going out to sea. So far, only one out and one in this morning.
So what shall I do? Right now ABISHAG is "crippled." She is without her alternator which means no juice and not being able to run the engine, as the belt that goes from the engine's flywheel to turn the alternator also turns the raw water pump that cools the engine. True, ABISHAG is a "sail"boat and she can sail, but if I wanted to move up a river and sneak into a "hurricane hidey-hole," an engine would be a necessity. It would also be a very "useful" accessory in setting anchors again any blow. So it does not appear that I will be going anywhere at this time.
Truth be told, there are not many places to go anyhow. One popular spot is Hamburg Cove up the Connecticut River. It is very popular in storms. Very Popular. That means it will be crowded and a crowded hurricane hole in a hurricane is not necessarily a place you want to be. Even if you get there early, others will come after you. As more and more come, the less and less careful will be the setting of anchors and the running of lines. This will mean that swing room will quickly become a problem and the whole situation will become even more dangerous when the last minute boaters show up in a panic and further confuse and make dangerous an already iffy situation. I will, in all likelihood, stay right where I am. I have been through one real hurricane here at TYC, Hurricane Gloria(maybe it was Bob) and did very well. Even though my mooring int he river might seem "exposed," it is guarded, east band west, by the shorelines of the river and from the south by Long Island and Fishers Island. It actually has some pretty good protection from the wind and waves. The mooring on which she sits is an 850 pound mushroom that has has 4 years to really bury itself in the river bottom. Attached to it is 15 feet of 1 inch chain and another 30 feet of 3/8 inch chain. The pennant is 1 inch nylon and the whole works was inspected and approved just in June. I will "hurricane proof" ABISHAG, removing all the items on deck that might fly away(cushions, etc) and anything that might increase windage (sails, dodger, bimini, etc) and double up the lines and generally seal her up. After that, it will be a case of "wait and see." When Ol' Irene does show up, if she does, I will spend the time ashore. If I don't have the alternator back and installed by then, there really won't be anything I could do aboard anyhow except get bounced around like a ping pong ball in a washing machine, something, by the way, that sounds not the least bit attractive. Even with the alternator back and the engine running, I doubt I could do much to assist her even with the engine running full bore. No, I'll stand on the TYC Clubhouse porch with the other" hard cases" and watch the storm. We did that the last time too. There is nothing that you can really do if something goes really wrong for someone, but there is that sense that you just have to see it, whatever happens.
Then again Irene might just shuffle off to Bermuda, die a quick death off Cape Hatteras, or wander aimlessly off toward Greenland. Who knows? All the computer models and forecast can tell you is what might happen. They really only get usefully accurate when something does happen and they can tell you that it did. Ah, the boys and girls of NOAA!
Well, it looks as though New London may get a visit from Hurricane Irene sometime over the coming weekend. How big a beasty she will be is difficult to say right now as is where she actually might be going, but all indications are that she will scoot up the east coast and bounce off South eastern New England, which means south eastern Connecticut and Rhode Island and the Cape. She could be a Category One when she gets here, possibly a Two and maybe even a Three, none of which is a particularly good thing. The sign that it is really going to be bad is if the subs all star going out to sea. So far, only one out and one in this morning.
So what shall I do? Right now ABISHAG is "crippled." She is without her alternator which means no juice and not being able to run the engine, as the belt that goes from the engine's flywheel to turn the alternator also turns the raw water pump that cools the engine. True, ABISHAG is a "sail"boat and she can sail, but if I wanted to move up a river and sneak into a "hurricane hidey-hole," an engine would be a necessity. It would also be a very "useful" accessory in setting anchors again any blow. So it does not appear that I will be going anywhere at this time.
Truth be told, there are not many places to go anyhow. One popular spot is Hamburg Cove up the Connecticut River. It is very popular in storms. Very Popular. That means it will be crowded and a crowded hurricane hole in a hurricane is not necessarily a place you want to be. Even if you get there early, others will come after you. As more and more come, the less and less careful will be the setting of anchors and the running of lines. This will mean that swing room will quickly become a problem and the whole situation will become even more dangerous when the last minute boaters show up in a panic and further confuse and make dangerous an already iffy situation. I will, in all likelihood, stay right where I am. I have been through one real hurricane here at TYC, Hurricane Gloria(maybe it was Bob) and did very well. Even though my mooring int he river might seem "exposed," it is guarded, east band west, by the shorelines of the river and from the south by Long Island and Fishers Island. It actually has some pretty good protection from the wind and waves. The mooring on which she sits is an 850 pound mushroom that has has 4 years to really bury itself in the river bottom. Attached to it is 15 feet of 1 inch chain and another 30 feet of 3/8 inch chain. The pennant is 1 inch nylon and the whole works was inspected and approved just in June. I will "hurricane proof" ABISHAG, removing all the items on deck that might fly away(cushions, etc) and anything that might increase windage (sails, dodger, bimini, etc) and double up the lines and generally seal her up. After that, it will be a case of "wait and see." When Ol' Irene does show up, if she does, I will spend the time ashore. If I don't have the alternator back and installed by then, there really won't be anything I could do aboard anyhow except get bounced around like a ping pong ball in a washing machine, something, by the way, that sounds not the least bit attractive. Even with the alternator back and the engine running, I doubt I could do much to assist her even with the engine running full bore. No, I'll stand on the TYC Clubhouse porch with the other" hard cases" and watch the storm. We did that the last time too. There is nothing that you can really do if something goes really wrong for someone, but there is that sense that you just have to see it, whatever happens.
Then again Irene might just shuffle off to Bermuda, die a quick death off Cape Hatteras, or wander aimlessly off toward Greenland. Who knows? All the computer models and forecast can tell you is what might happen. They really only get usefully accurate when something does happen and they can tell you that it did. Ah, the boys and girls of NOAA!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Yes, It Has been A LONG Time
SHIP'S LOG:
Yes, it has but what the heck, summer is for relaxin' and enjoyin' the beautiful weather and the heck with everything else.
Over the course of time since last I filled this spot, I have done some sailing . . . at least when the weather permitted such. Sunshine doesn't always bring with it good winds and favorable tides. There were several days when the air just hung heavy and in place. No movement at lass, not a breathe. Even people with out and out racing boats found themselves without enough wind to buck the tide. When Bobby Cullen can't make a boat go where he wants it to go, you just know that it ain't a good day for sailin'!
Then of course there is the opposite of such weather, too much wind and no rain, but a hell-of-a lot of rain!Last Sunday, Monday and Tuesday qualified as days of real "street cleaning" storms. Dinghies on the dinghy dock filled with water. It was a good thing that all of them had positive floatation as it was certainly true that all would have gone deep by Wednesday. AND THAT IS A LOT OF RAIN!
And then the fever struck TYC. And unfortunately, I succumbed. well, not me actually, ABISHAG. Firts it struck Ron Reinhart;'s boat, then it struck Rich Webber's boat, and then it struck ABISHAG! The dreaded "ALTERNATOR CONTAGION!" For whatever reason, in the course of a couple of days, the alternators on all of our boat packed it up and went south. I even heard mine go! I was charging the batteries Thursday night. The engine was idling happily when the pitch changed. I took notice of it right away but couldn't figure out exactly what it was until I noticed that the little meter which recorded the charging efficiency of the engine, while indicating a charge, didn't indicate much of one. Usually, it will be in the high 13 volt range, even up and over 14 if the battery banks are low, but then it settles down in the low to mid 13's and tops off, regulated by the regulator( an appropriate name don't you think?) But after the pitch change, the charging was only 12.4 volts and that's really not enough of a charge to actually charge the battery. I knew that something was wrong but not what. I hoped for a loose belt but feared more.
Late Friday afternoon brought Fred, Fred of puke-in-the bucket-off-New-Jersey Fame, who is a wiz at all things mechanical and electrical, well at least he knows more than me. It took us(read him) only a few minutes to discover that the alternator was putting out only 12.4 - .3 - .2 volts at its terminals which indicated that further investigation was rather unwarranted. If there was such low voltage being generated at the source, anything else along the line was sort of meaningless, until we corrected that problem.
Fred directed me on how to remove the alternator from the engine mount as he consumed a large run- & -tonic, and then he proceeded to dismantle it, expecting quite naturally, to find the "brushes worn" or some other common malady. Once disassembled, we(he) discovered that the brushes appeared fine, though there was a slight wobble in the shaft bearing.( Remember the raw water pump and its demise) and it became clear that repair was beyond his and/or my capabilities, at least with what we had at hand, which wasn't much, if anything at all.
We(he) decide that the best bet was Auto Zone for a new (rebuilt) alternator though he speculated that since it was an "AMPTECH" a name he had never heard of, there was a possibility that I (I) might have a small problem getting a replacement. When the Launch driver, Tom #2 pulled up along side, to take us back to the beach and pizza, I asked if he knew a place where my alternator problem could be dealt with. Without hesitation he said, "Captain Harley's!" Captain Harley's, supposedly, was a small shop in the basement of a house where in magic could be worked on all things electrical with a tie to the sea. No matter that it was cheek -by-jowl with a disreputable looking "garage", it was also next to the "Half Keg Bar," a saloon (calling that is an insult to saloons everywhere), which was created from one section of a Quonset Hut and has a "head" no one would set foot in unless they were looking for exotic microbes for an experiment of some kind. But from all indications, "Captain Harley" is the man and so Rich Webber and I drove up there( Ron Rienhart had a back up alternator. I had one too, but Ray sold it at a good price and for what he had done for me, who could fault him!). Unfortunately for us, but probably for the good mental health of him, Captain Harley is closed until Monday. Well, that's life in the big city. Thank Goodness, ABISHAG is "A SAILBOAT!"
Yes, it has but what the heck, summer is for relaxin' and enjoyin' the beautiful weather and the heck with everything else.
Over the course of time since last I filled this spot, I have done some sailing . . . at least when the weather permitted such. Sunshine doesn't always bring with it good winds and favorable tides. There were several days when the air just hung heavy and in place. No movement at lass, not a breathe. Even people with out and out racing boats found themselves without enough wind to buck the tide. When Bobby Cullen can't make a boat go where he wants it to go, you just know that it ain't a good day for sailin'!
Then of course there is the opposite of such weather, too much wind and no rain, but a hell-of-a lot of rain!Last Sunday, Monday and Tuesday qualified as days of real "street cleaning" storms. Dinghies on the dinghy dock filled with water. It was a good thing that all of them had positive floatation as it was certainly true that all would have gone deep by Wednesday. AND THAT IS A LOT OF RAIN!
And then the fever struck TYC. And unfortunately, I succumbed. well, not me actually, ABISHAG. Firts it struck Ron Reinhart;'s boat, then it struck Rich Webber's boat, and then it struck ABISHAG! The dreaded "ALTERNATOR CONTAGION!" For whatever reason, in the course of a couple of days, the alternators on all of our boat packed it up and went south. I even heard mine go! I was charging the batteries Thursday night. The engine was idling happily when the pitch changed. I took notice of it right away but couldn't figure out exactly what it was until I noticed that the little meter which recorded the charging efficiency of the engine, while indicating a charge, didn't indicate much of one. Usually, it will be in the high 13 volt range, even up and over 14 if the battery banks are low, but then it settles down in the low to mid 13's and tops off, regulated by the regulator( an appropriate name don't you think?) But after the pitch change, the charging was only 12.4 volts and that's really not enough of a charge to actually charge the battery. I knew that something was wrong but not what. I hoped for a loose belt but feared more.
Late Friday afternoon brought Fred, Fred of puke-in-the bucket-off-New-Jersey Fame, who is a wiz at all things mechanical and electrical, well at least he knows more than me. It took us(read him) only a few minutes to discover that the alternator was putting out only 12.4 - .3 - .2 volts at its terminals which indicated that further investigation was rather unwarranted. If there was such low voltage being generated at the source, anything else along the line was sort of meaningless, until we corrected that problem.
Fred directed me on how to remove the alternator from the engine mount as he consumed a large run- & -tonic, and then he proceeded to dismantle it, expecting quite naturally, to find the "brushes worn" or some other common malady. Once disassembled, we(he) discovered that the brushes appeared fine, though there was a slight wobble in the shaft bearing.( Remember the raw water pump and its demise) and it became clear that repair was beyond his and/or my capabilities, at least with what we had at hand, which wasn't much, if anything at all.
We(he) decide that the best bet was Auto Zone for a new (rebuilt) alternator though he speculated that since it was an "AMPTECH" a name he had never heard of, there was a possibility that I (I) might have a small problem getting a replacement. When the Launch driver, Tom #2 pulled up along side, to take us back to the beach and pizza, I asked if he knew a place where my alternator problem could be dealt with. Without hesitation he said, "Captain Harley's!" Captain Harley's, supposedly, was a small shop in the basement of a house where in magic could be worked on all things electrical with a tie to the sea. No matter that it was cheek -by-jowl with a disreputable looking "garage", it was also next to the "Half Keg Bar," a saloon (calling that is an insult to saloons everywhere), which was created from one section of a Quonset Hut and has a "head" no one would set foot in unless they were looking for exotic microbes for an experiment of some kind. But from all indications, "Captain Harley" is the man and so Rich Webber and I drove up there( Ron Rienhart had a back up alternator. I had one too, but Ray sold it at a good price and for what he had done for me, who could fault him!). Unfortunately for us, but probably for the good mental health of him, Captain Harley is closed until Monday. Well, that's life in the big city. Thank Goodness, ABISHAG is "A SAILBOAT!"
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