I need you blogging

It’s not that I don’t like the idea of having a blog, nor is it that I don’t spend a lot of time writing for the internet at my desk. I like it, and I do. It’s that time becomes a rarified thing in retrospect: un-recountable and elusive; eluding capture and reckoning.

So anyway, we had a sailing season last year, following that brief post last April. It was relatively short and sporadic; run apart by the usual exciting summer diversions that crop up quickly in the scant 2-3 months we have to call summer. We sailed almost exclusively in Howe Sound, aside from spending the July long weekend in Bidwell Bay with Marci and Chris. I love that spot. During that trip, the alternator stopped working shortly before, so we spent 3 days carefully using little power, relying on our solar panels to top up the batteries. They work!

Never better boat envy than a firework night

So much said for the weather, though S and I went up to Port Graves in October to meet commodore Benjamin up at the camp for thanksgiving. The wind bullied us something fierce on the way up, blowing 30+ in our face and whipping the jib sheets so badly that they broke apart one of our dodger windows. We put in, tails tween legs, in Mannion Bay — never a choice spot to stay, but the best areas are always taken up. We had the good taste on that occasion to look for an empty buoy and call its owner, pleading fatigue. He of course was amenable to us staying overnight. Must do that more often. Interesting event late that night: what we think were otters were skittering and scraping along the hull — we assume eating the mussels off the bottom.

Sweet winter sailing

That was probably indeed the case, because we had a good look at the bottom last month. This was a haul-out year. It doesn’t feel like all that long since we had George S redo our bottom, but indeed that was 2014, and that ablative paint doesn’t redo itself.

2 years is (apparently) OK for that paint; 3 is not. Our bottom was fouled. Small wonder we had little luck racing Arabesque out of Port Graves last summer (a dinghy full of water didn’t help either). CSC micron antifouling does not last 3 years.

We had a short panic when the surveyor noted major flaking and oxidization on the keel, with a seam forming along the edge. We consulted our man George G and determined the keel had been anodized — there was a ground going to a keel bolt — and some superficial factory voids had opened up along the keel joint. We ground it out, dried it out, tightened bolts — looking good. Pleased to have a calm contractor with a solid back at hand. George, a pedagogue, showed me how to restore gelcoat. It’s a long process that would require some serious Sitting on the Dock, but hopefully I’ll put in a little time over the season to restore it up past the waterline, which Sarena and I buffed up to a dull shine. Most crucial is the wax on top, which will hopefully keep it nicer longer.

More soon. The four of us are leaving the dock for Port Graves this weekend.