Monday, September 28, 2015
Day 27-28 of the 2nd Voyage: In which the engine room is made whole again and we rethink our “leave no man behind” policy.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Day 25-26 of the 2nd Voyage: In which we patiently wait for our transmission by turning into complete beach geeks.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Day 23-24 of the 2nd Voyage: In which once again a hunk of metal has us immobilized, but at least we’re in a better neighborhood.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Day 22 of the 2nd Voyage: In which we’d like to thank the men and women of the Pillar Point Harbor Patrol for towing us back into the marina…again.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Day 18-20 of the 2nd Voyage: In which we bid a fond farewell to Bodega Bay and hope we haven’t jinxed it by saying so.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Day 10-17 of the 2nd Voyage: In which we don’t care if it’s a sequel, prequel or gritty reboot, we will NOT be having another Campbell River.
Lesson 2: Find a competent diesel mechanic! How? By walking the docks. Talk to enough marina tenants and you’ll hear the same names mentioned over and over. Better yet, talk to the commercial guys. The fishermen here in Bodega Bay don’t have time to wait 2-4 weeks for parts and/or someone to show up. DC Richard got the name of a mechanic in Santa Rosa—top diesel man in the area. We took him the transmission on Sunday morning, got it back on Wednesday…as promised.
Lesson 3: If something foreign and/or proprietary is going to malfunction, make sure your mechanic owns a junkyard. We had to go through a manufacturer in England to replace the manifold—and we all know how that turned out. When we took the transmission to the mechanic in Santa Rosa, he informed us that should ours be beyond help, he had at least two “in the yard” that he could pull off of old engines. As he gestured toward countless heaps and mounds of engines and parts, the Captain and I exchanged glances. We were each thinking the same thing, “He probably has at least three Nauticat manifolds just lying around. Had we only known. Great. Now I can’t get the theme song to Sanford and Son out of my head. Elizabeth!”
Lesson 4: Save on labor costs by doing the heavy lifting yourself. In our case, the problem was inside the transmission itself—specifically a seal that had gone bad. The Captain and DC Richard unbolted and removed the transmission—all 180 lbs. of it—and through a system of pulleys and planks maneuvered it out of the engine room, through the galley and pilothouse, out on deck, attached it to a halyard and swung it out and over into a waiting dock cart. From there it was loaded into the trunk of a Toyota Corolla that would never comfortably go over a speed bump again. We figured we saved $800 in labor alone. (Of course, I will be helping the Captain get the damn thing back IN the engine room and reinstalled. Given the going rate of divorce attorneys, we may be losing money on this one.)
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Day 8-9 of the 2nd Voyage: In which we learn that yes, there is one born every minute. In this case there were four.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Day 7 of the 2nd Voyage: In which chaos turns to calm, bypasses cool and collected altogether, and goes right back to chaos again.
Pictured: Eight-foot wave directly in front of us aka "Strong Breeze"
Not Pictured: Pooping Pants
Friday, September 11, 2015
Days 5-6 of the 2nd Voyage: In which the sea gives us a respite and we are able to proclaim “Look! A whale!” and “Fish on!” but not necessarily in that order.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Days 3-4 of the 2nd Voyage: In which we find ourselves on Hell’s superhighway desperately looking for an off ramp.
FM: Yes, you did. But I’ll let it slide this time—we’ll chalk it up to a rookie mistake. (Best. Feeling. Ever.)
Pictured: Waiting out the "uncomfortableness"
Not Pictured: Fishy-smelling dreams
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Days 1-2 of the 2nd Voyage: In which Mother Nature sends us off with a bitch slap, then tries to take it back (sort of).
Pictured: Two Gumbies, Dammit!
(Deck Boss and First Mate practice getting into their survival suits in case Mother Nature punches the boat out from under them.)