Fair head-winds

What a joy it is to have a (mostly) working boat. IG sailed out last Saturday with all owners on board, without a complaint, and indeed with only the slightest wake of displaced water off its sleek, clean hull.

Negligible winds for much of the trip up Howe Sound, which gave us plenty of time to discover the head wasn’t working.

Oh come on

New problem for us: the head dry-pumped fine, but on the “wet-bowl” setting, the handle would resist going back down from a raised position, as if (at first blush) it would not pump out. We put into Mannion Bay for lunch and crappalogical investigation. Took apart the top of the pump, which is a little daunting if you haven’t done it before: if the wet/dry bowl switch is not in the right position, it tries to lift off the valve assembly with it, implying that the structure is integrally linked.

It is not. We fretted that we’d made it worse, and struggled for a bit to reassemble it. We also discovered that the opened pump assembly let water into the bilge whether the seacock was on or off. Huh?

We elected to leave it be for our short weekend trip. The wet pump in fact operated OK by *slowly* pushing the handle back down, and moreover since the dry pump worked, we could always use a cup or the shower nozzle to fire a little water in the bowl. Some hypothetical and real-world testing ensued, and we elected to carry on.

Port Graves is always welcoming, particularly in the start of the year, before the masses start their sailing season. We all felt pleased indeed to be out there, with the sun breaking out in the afternoon, and the hammock nice and dry from packing away last season. Sharon & Adam put on a barbecued lamb dinner that couldn’t be beat, and we even put a steady support on our cockpit dining table with a little duct tape, which will allow the table to be used without threatening to buckle & launch nibbles into the vee berth.

We even caught a crab that would have exceeded the size restriction, who managed during his stay to claw up the bait can on our trap something fierce — not easy to do. Between that and the barnacles on his shell, we gave him his remaining time — that meat would have been tough. Evidently lamb scraps make for suitable bait.

We took the long way home around Bowen, again in light to nonexistent winds. However a light but steady breeze gave us a few lovely tacks past Pasley island. There are light to moderate wind conditions where Island Girl, on a starboard tack, can run on autopilot with a loose helm. It is a glorious thing.

Adam and I have yet to fix the head, though internet research and philosophizing have drawn up a battle plan for how to proceed…