Our land neighborhood is much like an RV park, especially now that a large houseboat sits in front of us- Bridget’s boat. Hauled for a quick bottom painting, she’ll likely be out several weeks. The bottom needs more than a quick scrape and paint. The thought is that the bottom is constructed from the wrong type/grade of aluminum and will need more than a lick and promise to get it ship-shape.
Three boats down off our port side, sits Cambia, a 40’ Dean catamaran with major delaminations; but that boat is at least 18 years old. Her owners have been living aboard on the hard for a month and hope to go back in- “soon”. On the plus side the work being done is top quality. Jan and Dick have cruised and lived aboard for 16 years and once this work is complete they will be selling Cambia (loosely, Spanish for “change”) and re-inventing themselves as dirt dwellers once again. So many years, so much knowledge gained and they’ve been extremely helpful to us since we got plopped on land.
A week ago we met Mark- a soon-to-be cruiser. He will be retiring from the fire dept and by the time s/v Gypsy is ready to go he hopes to have convinced his girlfriend that a great cruising experience can be had in a 28’ monohull. Absolutely… and she’s a beautiful Westsail double-ender with enough wood trim to keep someone busy enough so that they are glad the boat isn’t bigger. The other night we met Susan who wanted to ask some questions. While our situations and boats are quite different, when you hear the call of the wild (whether it be wind, water or whatever) and answer it; you are changed. No longer can you say, “I wish I’d done that”, because you did do it.
S/V Zanabe caught our attention- seized by a U.S. Marshall and locked up behind a fence. – oooh that could have been poor Ortolan’s fate. The 80’ ketch was built and launched in Argentina in 1977. Back then she was smaller; two subsequent overhauls have lengthened her and made her super spiffy, complete with state-of-the-art electronics and lord knows what else. She’s being foreclosed on a 1st preferred ship’s mortgage in a Providence, RI court. You can have her for yourself; she’s offered for sale by Ocean Super Yachts- can you guess? Only $2.8mil- fence not included.
Windermere is a Cape Horn 65 (only one guess as to her length). She spent the winter in the Bahamas, making many of the same stops we did; only she had her share of engine troubles. A tow up the Cape Fear River to Wilmington, SC must have been pricey, not to mention long. We both gave Bahamian shells to Rose at the marina store here, for her granddaughters.
Papa II appears to be sans owners at the moment and the marina crew worked on her briefly. We heard a boat with that same name during our time in the Exumas; could be the same one. How many Papa II monohulls exist?
And then we have Ortolan. She’s looking better once Russ decided to work on her a bit after all. His audition for The Blue Man Group was not successful so he’s resigned himself to Lead Project Worker Bee while I accepted the role of Queen Bee. One of the yard workers offered this description: “you must be a nurse; following him around, handing him things.” I was thrilled when Russ caved in and agreed to have the yard sand Ortolan and he’d paint. We paid for two hours and supplies because all that could be done was to tape and sand one section of the stbd bow. The power sander takes off too much paint though.