Departure nears...

August 2, 2013

Wow, where to begin.   Over the last month, Mary and I have hosted both of our grand-daughters here in CA for just shy of three weeks.   We sure love them both.   Christian, the younger of the two (15) came down to the boat and helped me install some neat forest green carpet under the table and on some shelves in the v-birth area.   It really was a two person job and turned out great.  

The bow rail was broken and just floating around.  It has now been welded.

Over the last week some other accomplishments have helped make the Spirit of Adventure more ready to face the open ocean.   This next Tuesday, my sis, who loves sailing as much as I do will fly into Orange County and after stocking the food for our trip we will head out to Santa Cruz Island in the Channel Islands.  We will probably visit at least one other island.   We will be gone 7-8 days and it should be a great shake down cruise for the boat.

These are some pics of some of the things that have happened since the last update.

                                     

The new Dorade vent

Note the 1972 Islander insignia.

  There are so many other things like... buying a 6HP outboard for the inflatable, a whisker pole (which keeps the head sail out when going down wind), all new standing rigging (what holds the mast up), new life-lines,  the purchase of two personal floatation devices (PFD's) with built in harnesses.   I have also done an inventory on how much rope & chain I have for anchoring.   I marked the rope at 100' intervals.   I just purchased two new winches as one of the old ones (1972) was frozen and would not work.   I also just finished installing the new Garmin GPS/Chartplotter.   I had fun sanding and painting the transom (back) of the boat which took off the old name.   Tomorrow, with the help of a friend, I will attempt to install the Monitor Wind Vane.   More pics to follow.               

Table Continued

Ok, ok... so what's the big deal about a table.   Well, for one thing I didn't have a table in my boat and now I do.   The total cost was under $100 and it is starting to look nice.   Not as nice as my dad would have done, but I have already touched on that topic earlier.   If you remember in my last blog, you saw a piece of plywood (albeit nice maple plywood) and it was in the "bed" position.   Here are some current shots of it in the "table" position and it does (from my perspective) look a bit like a table.

OH YES!  I added a handrail to the inboard edge of the table and I might add, no flimsy table here!   It has two (not one) pedestal mounts and is secured to the wall where all of the bookshelves are.   I predict that it will hold up in a storm and although the rest of the boat might fall apart, that table will still be able to be held onto.   Yes, some of you with an artistic eye, may have noticed the "cute" design in the trim on each end of the table.   It currently has only two of the five coats of varnish that it will eventually get.

By the way, Mary and one of her teaching friends (Vivian) came down to the boat on the Fourth of July and we ate dinner on this very same table.   It hardly looks used even now.   Just after eating, we sat in the cockpit and watched the beautiful Long Beach fireworks.   THIS WAS MARY'S FIRST TIME TO SEE THE BOAT.    I do love my wife for letting me have my fun and perhaps eventually some adventure.

Also, this week I cleaned the bottom of the boat myself.   Mask, snorkel, fins, shorty wetsuit and a soft brush had the bottom clean in only two days.   Actually only about two hours on two different days.   I waited for 2 1/2 months and it was starting to grow things on the bottom of the boat.   From now on I will do it once a month and it should be easier.

All in all, I am getting quite pleased with how "Spirit of Adventure" is shaping up.

Below deck

Table
Ok, I am not a carpenter.   My dad was a carpenter all of his life and he ended his career as a finish cabinet maker.   His work was always beautiful and he would spend a long time just making sure it was perfect.   As I tackle the inside of my boat, I realize two things,  THE DECK IS FINALLY FINISHED!!!  As the painting came to an end, I purchased and installed new cowl vents and even did a dorade cowl vent on the forward deck.   These let air into the boat and the dorade will let air in, without allowing water to come in with the air.   Anyway, they look great and help to finish off the deck.

The one thing that my boat has been missing was a table below deck.    Where is my dad when I need him?   Well, after due consideration, I decided to build one myself.   I want it to look nice, but I also wanted it to be inexpensive (this is really a relative term at this point) and be very sturdy and functional.

This table will also lower down to make a bed in the main salon when I have crowds over for sleep-overs.   This size will be almost as large as a double bed.   Almost.    Well here it is just after I first cut it and placed it in the "down" position.   I still have a lot of work to do on this, but it does look a bit like a table.

Bed when I bought the boat.

By the way, there was a big, ugly bed in the salon when I bought the boat.   It was permanent.

Progress Not Perfection

May 23, 2013

The bow area seems to be looking quite good.

Well, some may have wondered what is happening these days.   Mary and I have been traveling and I have had to be patient with the progress on my boat.   We left for Israel early in April and I left the painter (who I shall continue calling Jim) to work while I was gone on vacation.   When I got back the work had turned into an art project and I decided to fire the artist.   Within a few days I had located a "recommended" painter and hired him to finish the deck.   Now I seem to remember reading a story by Jack London about a boat he had bought and spent a lot of money rebuilding it to go to sea.    I laughed at how he kept pouring more and more money into his rebuild.   He had the money and so he did it.   I can really identify with Jack now, however, I am not laughing quite as much when it was him doing it. Mary and I left in early May for our next adventure in traveling, this time on a small ship along the East coast of the US.   

Note the absence of  blue non-skid.   The non-skid is now a light tan.

Now this time, I had met the fellow in the slip next to my boat and he agreed to keep me posted on my new painter.   He just sent me the first pictures of the new work.   This painter is only painting the non-skid parts.   Not only is the new fellow a reliable boat painter (not an artist though) he can stay on schedule and actually do the work he says he will do.   The painting will need a bit of personal help by me when I get back, but that will be a great learning experience.   Check out some of these pictures...

Mary and I will be home at the end of the first week in June.

Memories 4

After the American 24 sailboat, came my largest and one of the best boats I will ever own.   It was an Ericson 29 that I bought in partnership with my friends Mike and Deanna.   I had been without a sailboat for a few years and I had gone to Mike to discuss this unchangeable need for another sailboat.  I don't know if I wanted him to talk me out of it, but I just shared my heart and my desire for some more adventure in my life.   We talked and within a few weeks he started sending me ads for sailboats for sale.   I then realized that he had captured my same disease and wanted to partner with me in buying a boat.   Financially, this was just what I needed and we soon found the "boat of our dreams."   It was beautiful and would sleep four.   Deanna, I believe, was equally excited and soon we were sailing the ocean blue.   They were great learners, the best of friends and were always (it seemed) up for an adventure.

 This sailboat had been kept up and was too large to trailer.   We were now introduced to renting a slip and the marina life.    We also had the monthly expense of a bottom cleaning and the haul out and bottom painting every few years.

I do believe that Mary actually liked the boat also.   Mary is a fair weather sailor and I am afraid that I (who like a good stiff wind) would sometimes get her and our son (who also suffered from mal-de-mer) into some rough weather.   They didn't like that.   Sara, our daughter, on the other hand was like me and never got sea sick.   When it got rough, she would put a few boards in the gangway and go down below to do puppet shows for the rest of us huddled into the cockpit.

Ericson 29

One summer my dad who lived in Colorado had planned on coming to California and spending a week with me sailing up to the Channel Islands.
I so looked forward to spending time with my dad and letting him experience the thrill of sailing.   He was a hard working carpenter all of his life and never joined the carpenter's union.   He had put in for vacation and even though he was 66 years old, he was still working.   One week before we were supposed to go, he called me and told me that his boss had told him that if he left, he wouldn't have a job when he got back.   He cancelled the trip.   By the next summer he had a heart attack and died at the young age of 67.   We never did take that trip together.

My sis Diana, however, did come out the next summer from Colorado and we cast off on the same trip that I would have taken with my dad.   I don't know if it was Dad helping us or not, but we had a great and safe adventure.   On the first night, my sis was extremely tired and I could not awaken her to stand watch so I just did what I had to and sailed on through the night.   Toward morning, I was falling asleep at the wheel and I began to think about all of the "what if things " that could happen in the night.   I have seldom felt fear in the ocean, but that night I did.   We could hit something and hole our boat, a whale could hit us, our mast could break and on and on.   Within a very few moments, the sun started to lighten the eastern sky.   Just then a small group of dolphin came out of the darkness and frolicked around and around me.   I got the overwhelming sense that my dad had sent them to let me know that everything would be just fine and that "maybe" he was along for the fun.

Painting the deck

April 28, 2013

Ok, ok... I am getting it.   When I want something done by someone other than myself, I should plan on it taking twice as long as I thought or was promised and as to the price,  I should just double that also.   After getting a very high recommendation from the person who sold me my boat and had his boat's deck painted by this person, I hired him to do my deck also.    Now, I know that the deck was way too much for me to handle and that I wouldn't have even invited anyone I know on the boat with the deck the way it was.   I will call this person Jim.    Jim's paint job, on the boat that I looked at, was eight years old and still looked like new.

Jim went to work on April 4th and he assured me that by the time we got back from our two week trip, the job would be finished (barring bad weather).   Mary and I flew off to Israel and I believed that I had won the jackpot for both getting to travel with my wife and also getting my deck painted while I was away.   

Now I have learned a long time ago not to pay a lot up front and to always hold back what I would need to finish the job.    We had agreed on a total price with materials before I hired Jim.

When we got back (no bad weather here in CA) the job was about half done and more materials (of course) needed to be purchased.
My boat looked like a big taco all wrapped up with tape and paper.   My marina neighbors were getting a bit nervous but assured me that Jim had not (yet) painted their boat with over-spray.   The guy on one side of me was kind of hoping that a good wind would blow a bunch of paint onto his boat as it really needed a paint job.    He had it planned how he would turn his boat in the slip so that both sides would get done.

Big taco... Wrapped!

I have to admit that the old flaky, cracked paint was disappearing and Jim was making everything look smooth if not shiny.    Someone told me that he was an artist and that you must not rush an artist.   Let me just say here that I am retired, with (except for traveling) pretty much unlimited time (unless I die first).   That saying, "What? Me Worry?" and Bob Marley's  "Don't worry, be happy!"  Ran through my head and I decided to just let the artist work.

Nice job!

4/1- 4/2, 2013

Old bottom paint or lack thereof

New bottom paint

After some adjustment with the boat yard, I drove to the boat yard and was pleasantly surprised to see that they were putting my boat back into the water.   I had told the owner and he had repeated back that he knew that I wanted to see the work done before it was four feet under water.   Wow, was I pleased.   If you have read my last post, you know that they painted the bottom (two coats) with the wrong color blue.   The owner of the yard assured me that it would be re-painted green as I had agreed upon and directed.   I am so happy that I went with green.   What do you think?

I asked John who was in charge of the yard if they had just added one green coat or two?   He said that they had added two more coats of the green.    Once in the water, I motored back to Long Beach and as it was getting late, I only had a chance to hose and scrub off the boat yard grime that had accumulated on the deck.

The more I fix up this boat, the more beautiful I think she is.

Today (Tuesday) the fellow that had been recommended to paint the deck stopped by and after some haggling, we agreed on a price.   The work will be done during the two weeks that Mary and I are out of the country on a trip to Israel.