A Quick Update on the Third Voyage: In which we announce a new departure date (the animal edition)

So what’s up with the generator? I know you’re dying to know! Well, after a thorough diagnosis followed by an “incendiary” series of snafus by the machine shop (“incendiary” in the sense that after planing the head out of level twice, our mechanic was just about ready to torch the place), a switch to a new machine shop, new gaskets which turned out to be the wrong gaskets even though the packaging said they were the right gaskets, a vexing question regarding torque, multiple conversations with the manufacturer, countless hours in the engine room, and the subsequent discovery that the block may be compromised as well, it was determined that the difference between trying to fix the old generator and just buying a new one was approximately one boat buck. The new generator goes in next week. We shouldn’t have been surprised. Given Raven’s track record, any major project that doesn’t take six weeks, involve sixteen people, span three states, cost more than the GDP of a small country, and result in the mechanic throwing his hands up at least once and swearing that they’ve “never seen anything as effed up as this [insert item here]”, then it should probably be looked upon with extreme suspicion.  

So with that, we have a new departure date: Thursday, May 19^th.

Until then, we will continue to prepare the boat, ourselves, and the furry creatures for the voyage south.

Pictured: Our new generator

Not Pictured: The owners of Downwind Marine swimming Scrooge McDuck-like in a huge pile of cash

 

Pictured: The "Yappy Hour" menu for dogs at our new favorite joint, the Point Break Café. 
Not Pictured: Otter thinking, "Screw the kibble. From now on, all my meals shall be a la carte!"

 

Pictured: Otter noshing on his selection aka the Garbage Plate and a Pint of IPA.

 

Not Pictured: The aftermath. He liked the beer, but as evidenced by the singed fur on his butt, the beer did not like him. Seriously. It’s like something crawled up there and died. New rule: No beer.

 

Meanwhile, back at the boat...

Pictured:  Edgrrr asleep with his face in the cup holder

Not Pictured: Rhyme nor reason