Shelter Bay Boat Yard: finished?

        It is possible that the cradle has been completed.

        I rode the shuttle this afternoon to shop and get cash from the ATM at the supermarket and returned after 4:00 when the marina and boat yard offices were closed.

        I do not know when the transport will take place.  

        Possibly it will be tomorrow.

        If so, I may not be able to provide advance notice.  If interested, check GANNET’s Yellowbook tracking page.

        https://my.yb.tl/gannet

        In the afternoon the shuttle takes the car ferry across the canal on the way to Colon and returns on a two lane road on top of the canal lock gates.

        The new bridge, which I am told is due to open later this year, will considerably shorten the time.

        This will be the third bridge over the canal and the first on the Caribbean side.

Shelter Bay Boat Yard: difficult and simple

        Now that I have secured the mast, life is more difficult.  I have no regrets about that,  The unsecured mast was worrying me.  There never has and never will be a time when others say they are ready and I say I am not.

        There are very few of you who could live on GANNET now.  I measured.  You would have to squeeze through a space 12” by 24”.  A few of you are athletes greater than I, but I am not sure that even you could squeeze and contort through that space.  And when you did you would find yourselves in Webb’s Inferno.  The difference between being above and  below deck is astounding,

        I had my evening drinks on deck and considered sleeping there, but can’t see how.

        So in some ways my life is difficult, probably more difficult than more than a minuscule number of the seven billion of our species now alive could endure, and that from a 77 year old man.

        Yet my life is really simple.

         I love Carol.

         I go to the edge of human experience and report back truly.

         I detune myself and wait for others to do their jobs and get GANNET across this isthmus, and if they do, I sail to San Diego or die trying,

         That’s it.

         Can you define your life as clearly?

         I count an Episcopal priest who is also a sailor as a friend.

         She is a tolerant woman who knows I am not a Christian.

         We had lunch not long ago during which I told her that she would be surprised to learn that when young I went to a Presbyterian college with the intention of becoming a minister, but as soon as I got there had a reverse epiphany of Saul on the road to Damascus and knew I could not do that.

        She said she was not surprised that I got back on the donkey because I am a seeker.  Not a word I have applied to myself, but I am.  Sometimes I gain insights from others.

        I told her that we both expected different experiences after death:  I oblivion; she a Christian heaven; and in a just universe we would both receive what we expected.

Shelter Bay Boat Yard: another day

         Tuesday  evening.

        Mark Knopfler’s PRIVATEERING album playing on one Boom 2.  The second Boom 2 joined the dead.

        Two tequila and tonics drunk with Mountain House Chicken and Rice for dinner.

        Steve, the rigger, repaired the furling gear this morning.  Maybe.

        Neither he not I could figure out how to get the pin, which is no spring loaded, back in place without disassembling the entire foil.   Steve tried to do this, but frozen parts stymied him.  So he ground down the pin and drilled and tapped and installed set screws, which he says other brands of furling gears use.   I have had Hood and Profurl on other boats but don’t remember.  Two set screws below the break in the foil.  One above.  All reportedly with Loctite applied.

        If we ever get to the Pacific and sail for San Diego and you see our Yellowbrick track peel off for Hawaii, it may be because the furling gear has failed.  Depending on the nature of the failure, I might be able to set the full jib but not furl it.  I also have on board a storm jib that I could set flying.  And, if I have any working tiller pilot, the G2 could be set on a reach.

        Is this optimum?  Of course not, but I am in the third world where optimum is not an option.

        If I do reach San Diego I will replace all the standing rigging and the furling gear.  

        Some work was done on the cradle today.  It is not complete.  Maybe it will be tomorrow.

        The second long delayed tiller pilot has moved from Customs to the delivery agent.  Maybe it will be delivered tomorrow.  Maybe not.

        I rode the shuttle to the supermarket this afternoon.

        I will do more provisioning on the Pacific side if I ever get there.

        The hardest parts of sailing a boat around the world are not storms at sea.

February 27, Wednesday

        I wrote the above last evening, but unable to connect to the Internet in the boat yard have had to wait until this morning to post it.

        I tied down the mast this morning.  Not having it secured was worrying me.  But now that it is, the forward hatch can’t be opened and life aboard is going to be more uncomfortable.  

        I had thought that the cradle might be finished today, but I no longer do.

        The money keeps going out.  Men seem to be working.  But progress is slow.

        I just checked the DHL tracking page.  The second tiller pilot has not moved thus far today.

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        With the delusion that GANNET and I will some day sail to San Diego I have been downloading GRIBs with LuckGrib from time to time.

        Here is a screen shot from yesterday’s that is quite favorable.

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        Yesterday Steve and Tom both sent me the image of CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE II that apparently appeared online.

        A very pretty boat.

        Steve’s arrived first and I did not recognize the location, so I googled Manoel Island Yacht Yard and found it on Malta.  We were there in 1983, making our only stop on an east/west sail of the Mediterranean from Port Said, Egypt, after having troubles similar to those I am now experiencing but with the Suez Canal, to Vilamoura, Portugal.

        Tom’s email correctly identified the location.

        I thank them both.

Shelter Bay Boat Yard: touched up

        If you enlarge yesterday’s photo and today’s you may be able to see that I touched up GANNET’s rub rail, several feet of whose paint was rubbed away when we were pounded against the dock two nights before our departure, and various spots on the topsides.

        I had thought to remove the cans of paint and some disposable brushes before we left from where they are normally stowed beneath the v-berth and would have been nearly unreachable.
        GANNET needs to repainted, inside and out, but for a boat that has done 27,000 miles in the past four years, she passes my 'viewed from a boat length away' test.

        I also cleaned the bilge.

        Today work was done on the cradle.  It might be finished tomorrow, though I am not counting on that.

        I have also studied the furling gear.  I can see what needs to be done, but I don’t understand how to do it.  Perhaps the rigger can figure it out.

        And tracking on the second tiller pilot shows it has finally cleared Customs and been turned over to the delivery company.  

Shelter Bay Boat Yard: challenged

        I have not lived on board before with the mast down.  It is challenging.  GANNET is in the most chaotic state she has ever been, on deck and below.

        When the mast was first lowered, it was resting on cushions on the deck and I could not open the forward hatch.  This made the cabin an oven with a temperature of 101º.  So I raised the forward end of the mast as close to level with the top of the bow pulpit and tied it there.  This enables me to open the forward hatch about 12” which lets in some breeze and reduces the cabin temperature to 95º.  Without my battery operated fan blowing on me the cabin would be intolerable, though last night it did cool off enough to be pleasant.

        The mast blocks much of the main hatch as well, leaving a barely Webb-sized gap for me to squeeze through.  Though I do routinely ding myself getting in and out of the cabin, being a skinny old man has its advantages.

        I removed the Windex and the dead Raymarine wind transducer from the masthead, coiled halyards and the running backstays, re-glued some sheet bags used for stowage in the Great Cabin.  I will not remount the Raymarine.  In time I will buy a wind instrument from a different manufacturer.

        There isn’t much more for me to do except wait for others to do their jobs.
        The metal bars on the ground below GANNET are the foundation of the cradle.  I am told it will take two days to build.
        The white tubes and mast just above GANNET's mast are another boat behind her.

        The mast is not properly secured for the truck ride, but I will leave that until as close as possible before the transport begins.

        A couple of readers have asked if I am going to turn on the Yellowbrick for the ocean to ocean drive.  I will if I remember and set the unit to update every 15 or 20 minutes.

        You can drive from Colon to Panama City in an hour.  However, the first several miles from the marina are on massively pot-holed roads and we will be going at a snail’s pace, or I hope we will. 

        As yet I have no idea when that will be. 

  

        The slipped furling gear spacer.

Shelter Bay Boat Yard: out and down

        GANNET is out of the water and the mast is down.

        Edwin came to our slip at 8:15 and rode to the travel lift with me.  He likes the sound of the Torqeedo.

        Work is being done on the cradle.

        Steve, the rigger, says the the problem with the furling gear is a slipped spacer and easily fixed.

        Once the mast was down I was able to remove the jib from the furling gear and, spreading it out on the ground, was even able to fold it and fit it into a sail bag, something I could never do on GANNET’s deck.  However, with the mast blocking the forward hatch and partially the main hatch, I can’t get the bag into the cabin and the sail is going to have to make the journey in the cockpit.

        I am pleased that progress has been made and even dare hope that GANNET will be in the Pacific Ocean sometime next week and on her way to San Diego not long afterwards.

Shelter Bay Marina: evening

       A second post of the day.        

       I am on the water, which I almost always would want to be, but had hoped that at this moment I would be on land.

        I still like the people here.

        Edwin was most apologetic when he came by this afternoon to tell me the haul out was not going to happen.  Everything went wrong with the travel lift today.  I understand and accept.  I have learned over the decades that sometimes I have to detune myself and here I am trying.  Another day doesn’t matter until I run out of days, and if I do on the last passage, I will have fulfilled my own precept as included on the Wit page of the main site:  go out, going forward.

       Not expecting that to happen, I strive to be patient, though as in a poem I have noted that the word has two meanings, neither of which is natural for me.

       Not wanting to miss someone coming by the boat to tell me they were ready to haul us out, I went without lunch today.  As when I waited a few afternoons ago for DHL, there is never going to be a failure because I am not where I might be.

        My routine here is to shower around 5 PM and on my way back to GANNET buy a can of cold tonic from the mini-mart, make a gin/rum/tequila and tonic with a slice of lime that I drink on deck at sunset, listening to music.  Tonight’s Bach was the Sixth Cello Suite performed by Pablo Casals.  Tonight’s drink was tequila and tonic.  I am now on my second, having come below where I ate a dinner of Santa Fe Rice and Chicken at Central.  And I will go onto a third.

       I need Bach these days.  And tequila or gin or rum.  

       My limited Laphroaig is too valuable to touch.

Shelter Bay Marina: mañana

        At 9:45 I walked to the boat yard and was told GANNET’s haul out would  be delayed until around 1:00 PM and that someone would come to the boat to let me know when they were ready for us.

        I returned to GANNET and continued reading THE PATH BETWEEN THE SEAS.  

        1:00 PM passed

        At 2:30 I finished the book and walked to the boat yard where I was told we would be hauled “in about a half an hour” and that someone would come to the boat to let me know when they were ready.

        At 3:15 I was excited to hear a knock on the hull until I was told they can’t haul us today.

        I am now told they will haul GANNET at 8 AM tomorrow.

Shelter Bay Marina: hope

        The cradle is under construction and GANNET is scheduled to be hauled from the water at 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.

        Is it possible she will be in the Pacific Ocean next week?

Shelter Bay Marina: do as I do

        Yesterday DHL said my tiller pilots, whose delivery they fouled up Monday, would arrive “by the end of day.”  When they had not arrived by 3:30 in the afternoon when the marina office closes, I found a folding chair and sat outside the office, reading and checking periodically for updates from DHL, until sunset at 6 PM. 

        When I checked again first thing this morning, delivery was unknown.  By 10:00 the package was out for delivery.  Just after 1:00 it arrived.  I was overjoyed, until I found only one ST2000 in the box.  I ordered two.  

        Online again I find that the other tiller pilot is “delayed in Customs”.  They are identical.  Why one is delayed I do not know.  Still I do have one.

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        Last night I discovered that the small inverter I used to charge my MacBook and iPad was not working.  I have two spares and dug one out of the waterproof box inside a waterproof bag in which it is stored.  It didn’t work either, so I concluded the problem was in the wiring, which is quite simple.

        However, this morning Agusto picked me up at 8 a.m. to drive into Colon to buy $540 of material for the cradle.  We were supposed to do this yesterday morning, but he didn’t show up until late afternoon.  Three hours round trip.  So I couldn’t go over the wiring until after I returned at 11.

        To get to the ship’s batteries, two Group 24 Lifeline AGMs, stowed beneath the v-berth, I had to untie and remove several bags.  When I did, the problem was obvious.  The head of one of the battery terminal bolts had completely corroded away, along with end fittings on two wires.  Fortunately I had the necessary spares and charging has resumed.

        Perhaps with the material purchase and scheduled delivery later today, action will begin.

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        I tried to upload a six minute video shot at 1080p to YouTube but cancelled when the estimated time remaining to upload was given as three hours.

        As I have mentioned before, I’ll upload when I can, but have no idea when that will be.  Probably not until I’m back in Evanston.

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        I thank Rob for a link to an article about the value of push-ups.

        I don’t ever recall advising that you do as I do.  But perhaps you should.