morning we checked out of the Jolly Roger
and brought our bags over
to the boat in the Marina. We have signed the acceptance, and wired
over the money. Here it is Thursday, and I haven't been sailing,
haven 't been swimming.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights were
spent at the Jolly Roger, on West End in Sopers Hole. Bungie gave
us rides there and picked us up in the morning on his way to the
office. Good thing too, because the taxi ride is $15 each way, even
though it can't be more than 3 miles. The place is colorful, the
restaurant is on the water, open air, the rooms are small, colorfully
painted, most with shared bath -- there are only 5, no air conditioning,
so the noise and smells of the restaurant waft up, until things
settle down and everyone goes home. Everything is expensive; most
everything is shipped in -- not much local production. We're saving
our money to spend on the boat.
The survey was thorough. I sat with notebook
and pen in hand and made notes on everything I heard the surveyor
say. The day was sunny and still, missing the famous tradewinds
we hear so much about, and long for, believe me. Bungie was aware
that I already had two pages of notes on the things we noticed,
so he kept looking to see how many pages I had now. It turns out
that he went and called the seller in Canada, and gave him progress
reports on how much stuff I was writing down. Monday night it had
rained and rained and rained, so we had the opportunity to determine
which hatches were leaking. It had also cleaned up the boat nicely,
and now it is filthy from all
of us tromping around.
At 12 cents a gallon for water, we don't hose if off!
Of course, my purpose in taking notes was
to learn about the boat and note all the suggested improvements
and repairs. She has been rode hard and hung up wet, as the song
goes. But I am becoming more and more fond of her. There are repairs
to the structural liner fitted on top of the hull: "looks ugly,
but sounds okay" says Bill Bailey
. The engine is a pretty new volvo,
with about 400 hours on her, started right up. The aft head is stinky,
y-valve is leaking, and pump needs rebuild. Forward head is fine.
At 11:30, we took the boat over for the haul-out. We found the very
crusty prop, a little sliver of the keel bulb missing, and some
wrong sounding thumps around where part of the liner is attached.
Bill said he wasn't sure it was important, and wouldn't know until
he went back on board. The sun was hidden behind clouds, so the
bottom wasn't drying out. We went to lunch and came back later to
check for osmotic blisters. We had a short sea trial, testing engine,
gps, radio, autopilot, raising the sails and finding no wind, then
back to the dock. Bill got his bosuns chair and Bungie hauled him
up the mast, where he inspected every portion. After going up the
rig, he came aboard to do some more looking at the liner repairs,
and decided to check to see if some water stains were due to a leaking
water tank. This involved borrowing a hose and filling the tank.
In the process of stepping across from the dock to the transom,
Bill missed his step and went in, cell phone, pager, and all. Everyone
says he's never done that, and he's taking a lot of grief for it.
He is also walking around with a bashed elbow
and swollen knee. The survey continued on into
the afternoon, and the results were summarized over beers at
It was a very long day, we got our money's worth. Bungie took the list
of items that have to fixed for insurance purposes: a cracked hatch,
a cracked OH SHIT RAIN ON MY COMPUTER HOLD ON GOTTA CLOSE HATCHES.
Okay, little squall, boat is cleaner now. Where were we, yes cracked
hatch cover, cracked lifeline gate hooks both sides, cracked spreader,
cracked lower fitting on jib. The seller agreed to fix all these
at his expense, as well as the refrigeration and windlass, which
were supposed to be in working order. So there is a rigger, an electrician,
and a refrigerator guy showing up on and off to work on the boat.
We have a whole list of items under the
"normal wear and tear" sort of category that we have to
fix. We can't leave the marina until the insurance items are complete
and signed off, so we are probably stuck for a few more days. Meanwhile,
we are meeting the usual cast of interesting characters who work
on and around boats, and come here for vacations, and we pump all
of them for information on how to fix things, and where to go etc.
The heat in the marina is often oppressive;
we long to be at anchor where you can swing around to catch more
breezes and jump in to cool off. We still need to test our dinghy.
The engine is mounted on the back of the boat, but we have no harness
mounted to help lower it down and keep from dropping it in the drink.
We'll get there soon.