Haul Out 2013: Day 15

Another itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot bikini day. Thanks to plenty of white puffy clouds our temp display reads 89 now instead of 92,- Ok- make that 94 now in the sun.  I read the background story about the song; Paul Vance wrote it in 1960 about his two-year-old daughter and Brian Hyland took it to #1 that summer.   I was two in 1960; don’t think my swim suit collection included a bikini. We’ve ended up retrieving Bonny, Ms Escape Pod #1, from our CT marina. Borrowed a ladder from David (not buying anything more that we have to store!) to allow us extreme ease in getting off and on the boat and also for working along the edges of the deck. Our big project this summer is removing all the deck hardware and fittings, grinding out a bit of coring, filling with epoxy, then re-installing the machine screws with proper sealant. When the hardware was off we cleaned off the rust. The end result, assuming we don’t expire from the heat, will be that water can no way get in to the core-cell and no way will we have rusting.

Tools of the Epoxy Worker.  Small holes filled via syringe.

Tools of the Epoxy Worker. Small holes filled via syringe.

Starboard bow deck cleat. Have you checked yours lately?

Starboard bow deck cleat. Have you checked yours lately?

Ortolan's master repair guy dremels out the screw holes for the port bow pulpit

Ortolan’s master repair guy dremels out the screw holes for the port bow pulpit

 

Our spot between two Butler buildings affords some sun protection and no other boat are near us (no worries about our work bothering them, or vice versa) but the very “best” part is all the birds!  Half of Barrington’s sparrow (and I don’t mean “Cap’n Jack’ here) population lives in the openings under the small overhangs. They fly back and forth, sometimes with nest material, but ALWAYS leaving a reminder on our deck or rooftop of their existence. Just disgusting; even a rinse off doesn’t help much.

The view off our stern-taken on a rare overcast day.

The view off our stern-taken on a rare overcast day.

Much longer and we’ll grow roots

Today is day seven on the hard and marks the longest amount of time we have spent on land since Oct 2010. We’re pushing hard to get it all done and make a hasty retreat to water before the dagger boards put down roots. In many ways being on the hard is not much different than tied to a dock; the boat even sways just the tiniest bit but enough so that I notice it. We have a view of the marina and other boats; the front view changes daily as boats are hauled and some even go back in.

Our expansive view of the yard and buildings

Our refrigeration is a small (“the cube”) dorm fridge and our freezer is “running” on block ice. We buy either a bag of cubes or a block bag nearly every day. Below the freezer is an open area where the draining spigot is located. Several times a day I open it up and drain the accumulated water into a bowl, tossing it down the sink drain. Now, you might ask where does that go?  This time around it drains right on to the pavement thru a hose we attached to the exterior thru hull opening. Luckily the slope is away from us. Last year we placed a flexible bucket under the sink drain and dumped it out along the edge of the grass.

Galley sink drain land adaptation

Our two holding tanks cannot be emptied until Ortolan is back in the water, therefore we use them judiciously. The marina bathrooms/showers are very nice and only a short walk; good for a leg stretch. The other afternoon I walked in and found several women gathered around another who had, laying serenely by her feet, what I described as “a rug come alive.” Bridget is a nine-month old tan-colored Bouvier des Flandres and was so calm and watchful. We all oo’d and ah’d while Bridget’s owner described the breed; within a few minutes we all wanted one. Click this link to Wikipedia to read more about these hard-working, loyal and intelligent animals.

With a minimal amount of correct temperature refrigeration the food supply has been whittled down to bare bones. Russ biked a couple of times to the local Shaws and that keeps us going for a few days each time. Dinners are the most difficult; lunch and breakfast were easier to provision for.  I don’t think Russ is going to want to look at another ham and Swiss sandwich for quite some time. The nearby Town Pizza will deliver; looks like we will be calling them soon. Laundry; what’s that?  No washer and dryers here and the marina doesn’t have an official loaner car and probably doesn’t want their errand vehicle away for hours. For those who are chanting “do it by hand”, well that’s possible on a very small scale only. Don’t get me started on the lack of water and drying space; the cockpit has been taken over by every tool and boat maintenance/supply item we own as well as cans of paint, a box fan, electrical cords and shoes. Miraculously, we can find what we need in all the controlled mess.

Oh yes, the work. Pretty much only me doing a few odd jobs, mostly just to catch some beautiful September sunshine. 🙂

Lori hard at work cleaning the metal fittings