Okay Now. Enough is Enough!

We get a peek at warmer weather and then it gets cold and wet again. Sheesh!

Many things have happened and much money has been spent in the last couple is weeks.

I called the Yanmar rep here in town because when I revved the engine up to full power in gear I got this nasty black goo out of the tailpipe. In addition, the tachometer wasn’t giving me the honest truth when it came to RPM readings. To top it off, it still shuddered a lot and gave the impression that the engine wasn’t happy in its space and wanted to leave…NOW!

Hence, the call to the factory guys. Well Eric, (that’s the local mechanic and a really good one at that) showed up and started troubleshooting and asking a lot of questions. The engine is sound but needs a bit of TLC. TLC is a technical term that translates to Truck Loads of Cash. Those truck loads are measured in Boat Bucks. Now boat bucks are spoken of in increments of $1,000 and are tossed around like napkins in a pizza restaurant.

The possibility of the engine needing aligning was discussed and that the mixing elbow may have had a clog in it. The tachometer was condemned and a new one was ordered. And the propeller being over pitched came up for consideration. There’s also a propeller shaft and cutlass bearing to look over.

And that was only the first hour!

The decision was made to pull the boat out of the water. That’s yard time plus the price of actually lifting the boat out of the water and placing it on stands. Start your calculators!

I explained to the yard manager that I live on the boat and could he give me a place in the yard with a nice view? He said he’d expedite the work if he could. As busy as this yard is I was lucky to get a place in the parking lot.

Remember now, it’s January and we’ve had a long cold one so far. Here I am at the top of a ten foot ladder, the boat on stands with winds gusting to 20 or so miles an hour in 30° F weather. Add to that that there is no power to the light sockets in the yard so there’s no heat on the boat. I get points added for dedication to the live aboard lifestyle but many deducted for not being too bright.

The three days in the yard were a bit like being tossed out of your house for the carpet guys to come in and work. I had to find myself someplace to be during the day. I hung out at my marina office, wandered around town and sat in the truck perusing the web in the parking lot.

I checked in regularly at the yard to assess the progress on the boat. There was much inactivity. And some activity that turned out to be nothing to see and then some actual work being performed.

On Wednesday I got the phone call to come get the boat. They’d already put it in the water so I wasn’t able to see for myself the finished work below the waterline. But being the trusting soul that I am, I paid the bill, cast off and headed for home port.

Mistake #1: Getthereitis.

Hindsight being 20/20 I should have stayed in the shipyard marina for the remainder of the day and overnight. But, no. I headed back home at low tide. On top of that I had to work with the band that night.

Four PM. I got firmly stuck in the muck at the channel entrance of my marina. After an hour of pushing and pulling trying to get out of the mud, I called the marina office to see if there was anyone willing to pull me free. I figured I needed to be pulled 100 feet to the main channel. This, of course, comes on the heels of not renewing my towing membership for the first time in many years. That was Mistake #2. In this area always have towing insurance.

I would have just tossed out the anchor and waited till midnight for the tide to rise if not for the whole needing to get to work thing. Mistake #3: trying to keep a schedule.

A friend on his way to an appointment at the bar across the lake stopped and offered a hand. He suggested raising the jib to heel the boat over a bit. A reasonable suggestion. Unfortunately, unknown to me the shackle that holds the jib had parted and was only waiting until I needed it to fall around me on the foredeck. Yep. Now I had a pile of sail trying to fall into the water. I wrestled it to the deck and tied it off to keep it on board.

A neighbor that had just finished washing his boat, now came to my rescue. After much conversation and planning (and pulling) we had my boat out of the muck and I was on my way back to the shipyard marina.

After all of the pushing and pulling and being stuck the engine again sounded as if it wasn’t at all happy and that it was going to leave me in the middle of the lake. One of those, “Stop the car right here, I’m getting out you bastard!” kind of moments. I cooed, I nursed, I implored it not to be hasty and that we could work it all out.

At about six PM I pulled into an empty slip and tied off the boat. I had to be at the club at seven or so to start playing at eight. I called the fellow that had volunteered to come get me and got no reply. I was concerned since he had taken a swim a few days prior and now had a new phone. I tried another friend that is always at the marina and he was in Houston at a friend’s place. Another call to a friend down my dock that never goes out was at a get together for a coworker that had just crossed the Atlantic. I started walking. I figured that if I hustled, I could get back to my marina where my truck was and make it to work in plenty of time.

I almost made it. My first volunteer pulled up behind me a mile from my destination and picked me up. He had left his phone in the marina office and wasn’t able to get it after closing time at 5 PM while he was still helping me out of the mud.

He was waiting for me at the yard parking lot but got impatient and went looking for me. We figure I passed him by but because of buildings, he didn’t see me. He finally decided to come looking for me and that’s when he found me just up the street from home.

Next day, I return to pick the boat up at high tide and put it in my slip. Later in the day I get a call from Eric, the mechanic. He asks me when I’ll be ready for him to align the engine! I told him the boat was back in the slip and I thought he had already done the work. Here I thought I screwed his work up digging in the mud and it turns out the boat should not have been released to me because the work was not complete!

Eric worked the rest of that day and most of the next finishing the project up.

A very expensive week, it was. While I know I have added many years to the life of the boat I have shortened the life of my checking account by about four months of cruising money!

And so it goes.