Showing posts with label sailboat. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Messing About In Boats


 

Some of you are wondering why we haven’t left Key West and started cruising yet.  Well, we have.  Sorta.   

In any endeavor, there is a certain amount of planning and preparation that goes on.   Sailing off for a few months is no exception.  The thing that most people do not understand, and we want to explain, is that there are things unique to cruising a sailboat that make planning a particular date to “leave” a difficult process.  In the first place, cruising isn’t about rigid structure and dates.  It is about the process.   It is about exploration and adventure.  It has been our experience that when you set a date to meet someone at a particular spot, you are only asking for trouble.  Indeed, if you look at any cruiser’s rally where many sailboats get together to sail to a particular destination, inevitably there are a few who don’t make it to the starting line on time.  Sure, poor planning can play a part.  But often it is just the nature of the beast when preparing a sailboat that different delays crop up.  Because so many systems are in such a small area, when you tear into one thing, you discover other things which must be fixed, replaced, repaired or toyed with until you can focus your attention back on the original project.   A.D.D. is not only common on boats, it is contagious.   One could argue that O.D.D. (ie: odd) is a secondary infection.  It is not always easy to categorize boat projects into what is “safe” or “necessary” or “that would be nice and I just want to play with this little thing some more”.  

Corrosion at its finest.
So we have had a long list of boat projects to do.  Some of them involving new equipment, some replacements, some maintenance and some “I’m glad I discovered this bolt is corroded through before it failed mid-ocean”.  Of the thousands of hours that went into building a boat in the first place, many thousands more are spent maintaining it.  It would not be unfair to say that we know this boat like the back of our hands and yet there are still many things to keep track of at a given time.  Here is a short list of categories.   
Engine, sails, canvas, plumbing, electrical, interior, exterior, rigging, dinghy/outboard, fuel/water, supplies, safety, varnish, electronics, dog food...   

Within those categories are often many other items which must be addressed.  But by way of example, here is one little item that needed to be checked off the list.  Read on at your own peril.  

REPLACED THE DEPTH TRANSDUCER (aka: “That Was Easy” [tm])   

Our depth transducer is as old as the boat and needed replacing.  Not because it didn’t work at all, but because the old analog electronics made by Datamarine that tell us what depth of water we have under the boat don’t work properly anymore.   Datamarine went out of business years ago, so we can’t just easily upgrade.  The transducer is a small bronze or plastic device that sticks through the hull of the boat and sends a sound wave signal down through the water.  The sound bounces back and the delay in the return signal tells it how deep the water is.  This comes in handy when in the Bahamas where there might only be a few inches of water under the hull.  It also comes in handy as a navigation tool in deeper waters when finding contours on the bottom which help confirm where you are.  Hey, let’s just pick out a pretty shiny new bronze transducer from the West Marine Catalog!  HA!

Our old transducer is toward the front of the boat on the centerline of the hull and sits in a small three inch horizontal notch on the gently sloping hull midway between the waterline at the bow and the keel at the bottom of the boat.  It has a 2-3/8" surface pointing directly down.  One might think this goes all the way through to the inside of the boat, but it does not.  The part that sticks inside the boat is a 1" bronze threaded pipe with a wiring sticking out of it.  So by a process of deduction honed through years of higher education, we deduced the bottom part is bigger than the top part.  Thus, to get the thing out, we needed to loosen the retaining nut and through force of will and torque, push/hammer it down and out to remove it. [Note, this works best when the boat is hauled out of the water and sitting on dry land.  Otherwise, water would probably gush in quickly, and soon after the boat could possibly become a sunken treasure.]  From the photo, you can discover like we did that the bottom part is about 2" high and circular by 2-3/8" wide and about 8" long.  It fit perfectly in the hole.   The thickness of the hull in that area is about 4 ½".   The extra length is to fit a nut down on the shaft to secure the transducer to the hull.  
Old transducer, on the way out.

Old transducer hole.
New transducers are all 2" around.  Most of them are 4" long.  So that’s a problem.  The West Marine catalog had nothing to help us.  

And hey, if you want a new transducer, you need something to display the data it is putting out.  We decided we liked the new Raymarine digital displays so we wanted a transducer that would talk to Raymarine.   However, our GPS is a Garmin and can display depth.  But only if it is talking to a NMEA0183 transducer.  HA!  As it turns out, our Garmin is a couple years old and we can’t find a transducer to talk to it.  So back to the Raymarine.  Try finding a Raymarine transducer that is the right size.  Nope.  It is too short and too small.  But surely you can put a 2" transducer into a 2-3/8" hole, no?  Well, maybe......  

As you can tell, the hole in the boat is 4 ½" that narrows down from 2-3/8 to 1".   Nobody makes a transducer shaped like that anymore.   Ok, so we will need to make the hole work with a 2" transducer. Now to find one that long.   After calling around, we start hearing the name “Airmar”.  In one conversation, someone lets slip that “Airmar makes pretty much all the transducers in the world for everybody”.  A call to them is sorta helpful.  After a bit they refer us to their wholesaler, Gemeco.  The Gemeco people will make time for stupid sailors with stupid questions who don’t understand much about transducers, but that is only because Gemeco actually sells Airmar products, but since they don’t sell directly to anyone, they can refer us to several online distributors who will actually take your cash in exchange for a product.  Multiple calls to multiple sellers does not clear up what kind of transducer we need or if they even have a properly sized transducer in stock.  We spent most of a very intense day online while making calls to various distributors, Airmar and Gemeco in order to find a transducer that can be modified on their end so that we can somehow work with it on our end to make it fit in the existing hole.  Oh, and another morning doing the same thing.   As it turns out, you can get a transducer with speed, depth AND temperature all in one!!  Naturally, that is $800 for just the speed part and they don’t make it in a size that will fit the boat.  By the way, we have a separate transducer for speed.  It has a little paddle wheel that sticks through the side of the hull about a foot away from the depth transducer.  It is in a protected spot where it can’t be harmed by the big nylon straps from the Travel Lift when we haul the boat out of the water each time.  The depth transducer, on the other hand, is directly in the middle of the boat where the straps often touch and hold the weight of the boat, so it must be rather beefy to handle such loads.  So the all-in-one transducer really isn’t.  There is the solid state one with no moving parts which costs a fortune and then the one with the a paddle wheel that is more affordable but can’t be on the centerline of the boat because the boat straps will destroy it.  After toying with this idea, we decide to go with just a depth transducer and leave the new speed and temp transducer for another time.  (Sigh.)

During this time we spoke with our good friend Bill Ramos at Shannon Yachts, the people who built our boat.  We put in one or two calls a year to Bill.  We can just say “Hull # 95" and he knows who we are.  As always, Bill couldn’t be nicer and refers us to his electronics guy who has yet another opinion as to what might work since he has experience installing transducers into Shannons.  He says that it is something of a challenge to replace the transducer and he had it done on a boat somewhat recently.   “You need to get the boat yard involved because there needs to be some fiberglass work done on the hull to make it work” and “that ran a few thousand dollars”.   Uh huh.  We are not interested in stimulating the economy for four grand to replace a simple depth transducer.  And we are not at all interested in involving Robbie’s Boat Yard at any level.  (See previous post about our feeling on that subject here.)

We know there must be a way to put in a 2" transducer in our hull.  After the above noted “research”, we found a transducer that was long enough.  The core of it was located inside a submarine shaped fairing that sticks outside the hull, something that would not work on our boat.  We figured we could ditch the fairing and use just the transducer.  Cool!   Sure enough, they are willing to set that up for us and kindly keep the $150 fairing for no charge!   So by the end of the second day, we were fairly confident in ordering up a transducer we thought we could make fit our boat.  

Did we mention that it was a “Garmin” type transducer?  They didn’t make this one in a Raytheon friendly version. Waaaa!!!  We wanted the Raytheon transducer because we loved the Raytheon display :(((   But hey, maybe we could get this Garmin version to talk to our Garmin!   Not so fast buddy.  Our Garmin talks the old NMEA 0183 standard, an electronic language that is going the way of Latin and the current Pope.  We opted for the newer NMEA 2000 language.   Woo hoo!  Somewhere in this process we were told that “pretty much any NMEA 2000 product will talk to any other NMEA 2000 product, which means a Garmin transducer really is the same as a Raytheon transducer as long as they are NMEA 2000.  Buuuuut, they only make our transducer in a Garmin version, not a Raytheon version.  So how can all this common language stuff be true? We dunno yet.  But we got the Garmin NMEA 2000 transducer and hopefully it will plug into something somewhere down the road and all our electronics can talk to each other and tell bedtime stories about how deep the ocean is.  

Hole saw, with Starboard chunk.
The new transducer arrived and we pulled its shiny little bronze body out of the box (minus the submarine fairing which at this point I wanted as a souvenir of our efforts) and fondled it.   Now to install it.  The first problem was making a centered 2" hole inside the 2-3/8" hole.  If you know what a hole saw is, it has a central 1/4" guide drill in the middle.   But the middle of this hole was a blank spot and therefore useless to the guide drill bit.  So we taped over the small hole and poured epoxy into the 1" existing hole.  Atfer letting it set up, we then had a solid center to use to drill through the remainder of the hull.  After drilling the 2" hole, we could then slide the new transducer in.  But we needed to have the transducer flush with the outside of the hull, not the recessed old 2-3/8" hole.  What to do.....

We checked around at various places to find washers, nuts, or anything to fill the 3/8 gap but for reasons unknown, not even Home Depot stocks such obviously necessary items.  So we made our own spacers.  We used the hole saw to drill holes into some Starboard (tm), which is a plastic replacement for wood used on boats.  Then we took the hand saw and cut around the outside of these holes to form a crude washer/spacer.  We then shaped and faired the spacers so they would fit.  After multiple checks and re-checks, we got the transducer to fit perfectly into the hole and lie flush with the bottom of the hull. 
New transducer with home-made spacers attached.

Moving inside the boat, we put the retaining nut on the top of the transducer and tightened it down.  Because of the U shape of the hull, the nut wouldn’t go all the way down.  So we got the grinder out of storage to grind down that portion of the fiberglass so the nut would have room to fit.  Problem is that the grinder wouldn’t fit down into the hold to do the grinding.  So we fashioned yet another spacer out of Starboard (tm) to fit under the nut.  After making sure everything fit, we backed the transducer out, gooped up the whole mess with an appropriate amount of calking, tightened it down and WaaaaaaLaaaaa !   The following item was checked off our list: Replace Depth Transducer.  Check.   That Was Easy! (Tm).   Total elapsed time on this one project: 3 days. 

McGyver at work.
So when we say we’ve been “working on boat projects”, this is the kind of thing that often takes place.  Sometimes it goes easy, but most of the time a simple project turns into a larger one.  It could just be us, but having talked to many boat owners over the years who do their own work, this seems to be the nature of the beast.  You can always pay someone else to maintain your boat, but the intricacies of a given project and knowledge of the boat itself are crucial.  We derive a lot of satisfaction from completing a job.  It often brings out the McGyver in us and forces us to be resourceful and creative.  In general, we try to do a good job although occasionally we use the “it’s good enough for who it’s for” quality assurance program. 

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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Cardboard and Duct Tape


We plan to homeschool the boys (7 and 11, 2nd and 5th grade) while on our sailing adventure.  The prospect is a bit daunting.  Over the last year I spent quite a bit of time researching how best to handle this big job.  I bought books, bookmarked many websites, and girded myself for the coming educational battle.  Just before we left, I went to talk to the boys' teachers (both of whom are gifted educators).  Here's what they told me:  Just have them read.  Lots.  Have them write.  Keep a journal. And don't worry too much about the rest of it; it'll come along the way. They'll be fine.
Today Jamie decided to make a boat of cardboard and duct tape.    


When it was done we went down the the water's edge
and launched his creation.

We are closing in on our first week of our new adventure, and other than having the boys write in their journal every evening we haven't officially started homeschooling yet (or "boat school" as we find ourselves calling it).  And so, today I made no effort at schooling of any sort.  But I found that Ms. Calvert and Ms. Long were right on the money - it'll come along the way.  Here's Jamie's journal entry this evening:

My Cardboard and Duct Tape Boat 
Today I woke up and started to make a cardboard and duct tape boat.  First I made a cardboard frame of the boat, then I covered the boat completely with duct tape in the inside and the outside. Then I made a rudder completely out of duct tape.  NO CARDBOARD.  Next I found some chopsticks, and a rag and I used that for a mast and a sail. Then I taped the end of the sail to the bow.  Then I was done.  Then I took it out in the water and I put it in the water and then it floated.  I sailed the boat for about 20 minutes.  Then I went back to my boat Points Beyond.  I felt proud.
 By Jamie, age 7








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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

And We're Off!


New Year's Eve: Dec. 31, 2012 - OC to KW
2012 in the rearview mirror...Sunset on New Year's Eve, Key West, FL
We have an old, oft repeated family adage: “Sometimes we have adventures, and sometime we have mis-adventures.”   A prescient adage, indeed...Let the adventures begin!

Our flight was set for Dec. 31 at 12:15 AM out of LAX; a red-eye,  because we are always up for bargain air-fare.  We loaded up for the airport at bed-time on Sunday evening; two cars, two kids, two adults, one dog, 6 carry-ons, and 8 items to be checked (6 boxes and 2 large roller-carts, packed to the gills).  As you can imagine, all this crap didn’t fit into just one vehicle.  So we drove both of our old-and-older Volvo wagons, OC Hillbilly style, to the airport.  Thankfully, brother Brent and dear friends Steph/Dave both live close to LAX, and they helped out by dropping us off curbside, and driving our cars back to their respective homes, where our venerable vehicles patiently await our return next summer.  We traipsed our way through security...shoes off, laptops out, jackets off, dog in arms, through the machines.  I had the extra thrill of having both hands swabbed by TSA while holding Sophie, apparently in case she was a bomb, or drug mule, er, drug pug.  Or who knows, maybe they were checking for pet dander.  In any case, off we went down to the very end of the terminal, or course, and so very proud of ourselves for managing to arrive at the airport with time to spare.  Nice change from our all-too-often last minute, sweaty dash down the jet-way as the doors close behind us.  And so, with time to spare, we got ourselves all settled into our seats; boys jockeying for the window seat, and Sophie safely stored in the over-head bin**I mean**under the seat in front of me.  Ah, yes...this should have been a sign...something akin to “no good deed goes unpunished”.   
At LAX...waiting.

At first I notice some sort of activity up near the cockpit.  Was that the pilot that just took his belongings and exited the plan?  Hmm.  The flight crew does not look happy.  Hmmm.  Did that first officer actually just mumble “gonna cancel this flight” as he walked by?  Hmmmm.  Um, yes, he did.  And yes, it was cancelled as we all sat strapped in our seats ready to go.
Brady gets to test out the pilot seat!
Seems our captain was ordered to go fly another plane - this one to Miami because apparently that flight was down a pilot, and as the Miami (MIA) flight has “international connections” they were deemed more important than us twerps heading to Ft. Lauderdale.  They said they were “searching for a pilot” for us....and soon announced that apparently one was not going to be available until 5 am.  It was presently nearly 12:30 AM.  And so, we were all ordered off the plane into the now nearly deserted terminal.  Have a nice night! See you back here to re-board in 4-5 hours!  Oh, and by-the-way, TSA/Security has shut down, and so, if you choose to leave the terminal you can’t re-enter until TSA returns at 4:30 AM.  

Jamie on the comfy floor.

[Side-note: Why, I ask, in a building where everyone KNOWS there will be long exhausted waits and possible sleeping necessary, are there only individual chairs with metal arms between each seat making stretching out impossible?  Why not make some sliver of comfortable long-term waiting available?  Is that such a crazy idea??  Is it that back in the day we wanted to discourage the homeless folks from crashing the bus/train/airport terminals for a good night’s rest by making it difficult to stretch out and possibly doze off?  But as you know, nowadays only ticketed/paying passengers can be in the terminal.  So the only folks hankering for a good night’s rest are those of us stranded in airports, awaiting future flights.  Not sure how that makes us unworthy of comfortable waiting? Not that the homeless are unworthy of comfortable spots to doze, either, I suppose...But, I digress.]

Dev dashed out to see the agent about our options, and with the help of brother Brent (airline guru/magician) we managed to score a flight to MIA at 6 am, WITH a connection to Key West.  This is great news because our original plan was to get a rental car in Ft. Lauderdale and drive the final 4 zombie-ish hours to Key West.  (Remember that it took us TWO cars to get to the airport?  Yeah.  It was going to take a miracle (or a van) to get all of that crap loaded up into one vehicle.  I had visions of the kids sitting high atop suitcases, with Sophie strapped to the top of the car, Romney style.  So flying directly into KW with all of that checked baggage would be a coup!

So it was with satisfied smiles (ok, there were some frowns too), that we settled into - on to - the cold, hard, grimy LAX floor for a night of attempted slumber, which was accompanied by the sounds of floor polishers, and non-stop Christmas Musac.  You can imagine how that went.  Well, Sophie slept well in her carrier.  And at 4:30 am, we are up from our night of “sleep” and ready to load onto our MIA flight.  We all did actually semi-sleep on the flight, sitting up.  At some point exhaustion sets in and sleep comes - neck jerking, dry-mouth-open - but some sort of sleep, nonetheless.

We had a great meal in Miami while waiting for the KW connection, and happily walked out onto the tarmac to board the little puddle-jumper.   Except that as we all stood in line at the edge of the tarmac we were told to return to the terminal.  Yes, we were being delayed.  Again.  This time the wait was a mere 30 minutes before we were all sent back out to the plane.  
On the tarmac, take two.

It’s a short hop to KW - 45 min. or less.  As we flew in low over the island we each looked for, and spotted,  our mooring out in the harbor.  I smiled as we landed and taxied up to the Key West “International” Airport, where the sign greeting you reads, “Welcome to the Conch Republic”.  

Waiting for our checked bags in the tiny one-room terminal turned out to be a longer wait than the actual flight.  And then the horrible truth: none of our eight checked bags and boxes arrived with us.  Of course.  So, we loaded up our carry-ons into the rental car, and headed off to the boat-yard, where Points Beyond presently sits.
Key West from above.

How we celebrated New Year's Eve. 


























And it’s New Year’s Eve!  I told to boys that, as is our custom, they can stay up as late as they want tonight!  Till midnight, or past!, I say.  No takers.  For some reason they had no interest in staying up late.  We had a yummy meal at a nearby restaurant, and then settled into our bunks, and promptly fell fast asleep at 9 PM.   We were all briefly awakened by various explosions, and possible gunfire at midnight, and then we slipped back to sleep.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!  Tomorrow is a new day, a new year, and a new adventure.  Or mis-adventure.

In the boat yard.








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Friday, September 23, 2011

Some History, and The Plan

Almost 20 years ago our first experience with traveling aboard a sailboat ("cruising") began.   It was October of 1993, and we set off from San Francisco on a course of adventure with our cat "Spaz", and pug-dog "Chloe".  We spent about 9 months exploring the coasts of Southern CA, Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama (including the San Blas Islands), Columbia (Isla Providencia),  the Bay Islands of Honduras, and Guatemala.  We had the time of our lives, met some amazing people, and vowed to do it again.  Soon.

Well, the years fly fast.  And before we knew it we had added two sons to the mix.  They grew and started school.  But our plan to "get out there" again never died.  We have a new plan, now.  We will go cruising again in the fall/winter of 2012.  We will start with the Bahamas and then head toward the eastern Caribbean to revisit some of  spots we loved so much the first time around.  But this time we will go as a family of four.  Well, five if you count Sophie the Pug.

The first time around there was no "internet".  No wifi, no cellphones (none smaller than toasters, anyway), and blogging was not yet a word.  But during our 1993 cruise we did keep written record of our adventures and sent them home via "newsletters" that arrived by post (remember that?).  It's still fun to read back over these notes and remember all the fun we had.  In fact, I am going to post excerpts of those old newsletters on this blog to give a little taste of what we experienced back in the day.  Perhaps it will explain why we are so keen to do it all again.


Our Deckhands.

Sophie Sailor Pug

Where the rainbow ends.




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