To freeze or not to freeze

Ah, if we had only guessed at the erratic personality of our Frigoboat freezer as it aged; but looking back, perhaps we did. Huge fans of redundancy that we’ve become led us to purchase that isotherm cooler box that can function as a fridge or a freezer, just this past spring.

A few months ago our stalwart freezer adopted a new personality and would stop freezing; what? you want to be a fridge now? Sorry, we don’t do sex change operations on Ortolan. The compressor would run, the little green indicator light shone brightly but the “boiling” sound of the gas circulating around the condenser plate was not to be heard. Therefore the freezer would slowly warm up. What could be heard was my plaintive voice, “oh crap, what is wrong with this thing? Honey, would you contact someone? What if this continues, blah, blah, blah.”

The help person at Great Water, Inc. tossed out a couple of suggestions and we basically gave no credence to them. Heck, we’ve been intimate with our Frigoboat fridge and freezer for over three years and feel well-acquainted. So, we turned the dial further clockwise to colder and after a few hours the freezer decided to remain a freezer. Damn good choice we thought. Plus, with the isotherm on board we could move the freezer contents into the cooler once we turned it to freezer temp mode.

As the summer wore on the misbehavior became more frequent and more than once we had to enlist the help of our isotherm (a less expensive cousin to an Engel). Each time, by the next morning, the freezer would be working and we’d transfer the food back in.

The other day, our devious freezer, knowing we’d just provisioned for our 2-week Vineyard trip and both house freezer and fridge were full as well as the secondary as a fridge, began to warm up. And it got warmer and warmer. We tried turning it off for 20-30 mins, then back on. That trick worked in the past. No luck this time. Come 6pm we called the Engel (we call it that because it’s easier to say than isotherm :-)) into active service; moved its contents into the house fridge (stuffed it all in is more like it) and once it was down to 19 degrees we had our backup freezer.

Looking down into the empty freezer; at least it received a good cleaning

Looking down into the empty freezer; at least it received a good cleaning

Did I mention this happened at the start of the long holiday weekend?  Oh our Frigoboat is a devious fellow (or maybe a cranky old lady!). Russ continued his online search for information on the freezer-warming problem (I say climate change) and found a PDF page from a Great Water, Inc manual that read like the writer knew our symptoms first-hand.

Armed with this printout and finally giving some credence to a prior suggestion, Russ cleared out the space below the fridge where the compressors and copper tubing reside. He did three things: cleaned some electrical connectors on the compressor wiring , re-oriented a piece of the capillary tube (cap tube) to be more vertical and remounted the temperature probe.

Our freezer may have been experiencing “Intermittent Blockage of the Cap Tube”. Somehow, somewhere, at some point, perhaps during installation at the MC factory, some teeny specks of debris got in to the tubes.  When they get stuck, causing a blockage which prevents cooling, you may get lucky and the re-orienting keeps the debris isolated; or you may continue to experience intermittent blockages.

This morning, we bravely moved the freezer contents back to the Frigoboat as it had been sitting happily at 12 degrees all night and so far today.

To freeze or not to freeze….whether ’tis nobler of the capillaries to suffer debris
and the bemoaning of an outraged Owner
Or to stand bravely frozen solid against a Sea of troubles?

Land Tours

Life on a mooring… is a ball! Just a bit of nautical humor to kick things off. 🙂  Two Vermont jaunts- overnights of the road trip kind, followed just recently by day trips to Mystic and New Haven (not to Pepe’s- gasp) have kept us on the go. Vermont, I’m compelled to admit, is rolling hills, vacation-perfect, clean air lovely. If only Vermont was south of CT, it would be 100% darn near perfect! Still, we visit ones we love no matter where they are. Three nights off the boat; the longest since we began this crazy cruising life. Our early May trip to Poultney for Lily’s graduation and a much-anticipated visit with Benj before he headed to Montpelier for his Summer of Sheep and Yurt Living, was peppered with rain threats and much dining out. GMC traditionally holds commencement on Mother’s day weekend enabling me to spend Mother’s Day morning with my son for the first time in several years. The college must have an ‘in’ with the weather gods as commencement is held outside with a move inside only in the most dire of circumstances.

Procession up Main St

Procession up Main St

Happy grad Lily and Benj

Happy grad Lily and Benj

The rain held off for the exercise and post-photo taking- a true testament to prayer and fabulous luck. Our après graduation meal with the Bradburns was enjoyed at the Bluebird Diner in nearby Castleton. Breakfast fare for some, lunch for others; excellent diner food and service. Love it.  Root’s, just down the road from Table 24 in Rutland, was the scene for a tasty dinner; no shortage of farm-to-table and creative dining options in Rutland.

Fast forward three weeks as we drive up to Montpelier for a Sheep and Son visit. To protect the privacy of the owners I won’t mention names or other specifics, but no matter where this slice of heaven exists, it is beautiful. Downtown Montpelier, is quaint and like Rutland, has no shortage of great dining. With a co-op, Laundromat and library all within a couple of blocks a trip into town is easily productive. My photos here pale in comparison to many of the ones Benj posted on FB; must be the connection he has with the animals, cuz lord knows I have none!

Home sweet yurt at the edge of the trees

Home sweet yurt at the edge of the trees

Baahh, don't take my picture I'm eating

Baahh, don’t take my picture I’m eating

An egg hunt- those hens can be sneaky

The daily egg hunt- those hens can be sneaky

A day trip to Mystic is a must-do for us, at least several times over the summer. Under the guise of a walking trip, we strolled around town, checked out the new upper deck of the Oyster Club (we’ll be back), enjoyed outdoor lunch at S&P Oyster House, got a close-up look at the scaffold laden Charles W Morgan and nearly cried to discover the beading shop had closed down. Well, we’ll find others.

View from new Treehouse at the Oyster Club

View from new Treehouse at the Oyster Club

The Morgan is due to launch July 4- a 5 yr restoration

The Morgan is due to launch July 4- a 5 yr restoration

Our trip into New Haven was prompted by Cathy, my CT social secretary, who found this great walking tour by Taste of New Haven, Food and Drink Tours. She found it on TravelZoo.com. Never heard of it? Me neither. Check it out though. This tour was delightful and Eric, our guide, was engaging, knowledgeable and enthusiastic. This particular tour was the Canal Tour which began at the site of the canal that long ago was used to transport goods between New Haven and Hartford. Fourteen of us, including Russ, I, Cathy and John (PJ) covered less than two miles in a few blocks to the east of the Green between Trumbull and Elm Streets. The tour consisted of eight stops, each with food and/or drink, facts about the area and as much Q&A as you wanted.

Tasty treats at Katalina's Kupcakes

Tasty treats at Katalina’s Kupcakes

Eric is an architect. He shared oodles of interesting info about many of the buildings we walked past and stopped at. The old New Haven Arena- site of the first hockey game I ever saw (age 10?) is now a FBI building. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and partook of excellent food and libations; more than enough to fill you up.

Eric addresses us at Caseus- fromagerie and bistro (sorry-iPhone fuzzy pic)

Eric addresses us at Caseus- fromagerie and bistro (sorry-iPhone fuzzy pic)

I grew up in Hamden, New Haven’s cousin to the north and spent plenty of time in the no longer existent Macy’s and Malley’s,  took clarinet lessons in a building years ago demolished, and with Mom picked up my Dad from work at Olin on Fridays, just a few blocks away from Winchester Repeating Arms location. Since then, except for an occasional dinner trip in, a jazz fest or two, or to the courthouse for jury duty (a federal case), I’ve see little of downtown New Haven. This walking tour convinced me that gems, hidden and not, abound in the areas surrounding the New Haven Green. Not only would I (we?) return to all of these again (but that’s the idea right?) but several would satisfy our son’s desire for healthy foods and a cozy neighborhood feel; ideally owner-operated. Our next trip in for Pepe’s fantastic pizza may require a side trip. Soon.