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unnamed-3These last two and a half weeks have been a bit up and down for me emotionally. It’s been exciting taking on the new boat as a project but it is so over-whelming the amount of work that is needed to understand the boat and make her safe to move any distance. Also I miss terribly my friends back in Pittsburgh and at T², Anna competing at the CrossFit Games and then moving house and not being there to help or at least get in the way. I feel rather helpless/hopeless with regards to projects on the boat because by the time Paul has explained what he wants doing, it would have been quicker for him to do it himself. It’s way too hot during the day to take the dogs walking; Bella still won’t pee on the boat so it is a quick sprint ashore and back every couple of hours. Anyway, enough of my moping.

On the lighter side of life, stripping excess and redundant wires from the spaghetti network continues apace. Paul has managed, we think, to fix the main leaks in the cabin by chopping out lumps from the roof and backfilling them with West Systems. Unfortunately like most jobs on the boat so far, what should have been a simple cut-and-fill, turned into a major job because where the core was wood, it was rotten so all that had to be dug out before refilling.

I say the main leaks because it poured with rain two nights ago and there were still a few trickles running down from the toe rail area. We can’t get our heads around taking off the toe rail, resealing the gap between the hull and the deck and replacing the toe rail so Paul took off the stanchions, re-bedded them and re-bolted with new non-rusted bolts. Fingers crossed. It did, actually, pour with rain last night but I was too tired to stay awake to check.

unnamed-5unnamed-4I have found a great place to take the dogs for a walk that is not the beach, but unfortunately there is no shade so it only works if it is cloudy or raining. Each time we go, we find more trails to follow. The first time we went, Ebba and Bella met a new friend though the relationship didn’t last too long. Bella decided to try a local delicacy; not sure what these are – any guidance would be appreciated. They didn’t make her ill so she either didn’t eat sufficient of them or they are not poisonous at least to dogs. Fortunately they still haven’t managed to catch a lizard.

unnamedunnamed-1We threw out the old stove/oven with its 30 years of grease and replaced it with a lovely shiny new one. At least when this one gets greasy, I’ll know where the grease came from.

A few nights ago, I spent a sleepless night having waking nightmares about being trapped on the boat by fire. What would be our escape route? How would we get the dogs out? etc. I told Paul about it the following day so we went out and bought all new fire extinguishers and scattered them liberally around the boat. We talked about the most likely areas where a fire would start (aft: engine room and/or galley) and what to do if, heaven forbid, it ever happened.

Next day, Paul was working in the pilot house pulling wires and accidentally pulled a wire across the bow thruster joystick and got the bow thruster all revved up. It went on for a couple of minutes before I realized that perhaps it wasn’t supposed to be on. (I thought he was testing something. He wasn’t.)

About 5 minutes later, he yells, “Can you smell smoke?” Yes I could. Oh shit!!!! Waking nightmare. And it wasn’t coming from where we had assumed, i.e. aft. It was coming from forward. There were clouds of smoke; no smoke without fire, right? F..K F..K F..K!

Turns out that there was, but no longer, a plastic hose resting on the motor housing for the bow thruster and said housing gets very very hot when the bow thruster is in use; hot enough to melt plastic hosing. Fortunately, this time there was smoke without fire. The boat just smelled of burned plastic but that I can live with. We went and got a few more smoke alarms too.

unnamed-2I have been to CrossFit Jensen Beach twice for a fix and both times it was shoulder work. Fried!!!! It was fun really.

And finally, it always seems to come down to the heads/toilets – the most used and least maintained piece of vital equipment on a boat. One of the toilets got blocked twice this week so Paul gave me the glorious task of investigating the problem (I was happy to do this). I did my job diligently and came to the conclusion that the blockage was at a two-way valve which was superfluous to requirements anyway but still part of the system. So we decided to take out that plumbing system plus the, I think, original system which had been left in when the ‘new’ system had been installed and replace it all with one hose to the tank. Simple right? Haha. No. It never is. Paul ended up having a shitty shower as he removed the existing hose from the holding tank. And little bits of calcified shit broke away as we removed the rest of the hosing in the system.

unnamed-6We knew when we bought the boat that the seacock in this particularly bit of plumbing was seized but with a little bit of gentle persuasion, Paul managed to get it to close. Good. Removed all the hoses and installed the new one. Just as we were tightening up the last few jubilee clips, Paul noticed a slight trickle of water coming into the boat from the shut-off seacock. As we watched it, the trickle increased to a steady stream and then a pulsing stream as the boat rocked up and down on the small waves that work their way into the marina. Oh good. Now what? The boat is going to sink? Somewhere on the boat there is a bag of wooden plugs just for this purpose – to shove into leaking seacocks but it is the bag that is always pushed around until you don’t know where it is. The plug that was next to the seacock was way too big. Eventually found it and banged in the correct sized plug. No leak. Phew. Crises over, until the next one.

Final final thought: have you ever noticed that the dogs always seem to be right where you need to be?  Love my dogs.

Thanks for reading. Safe boating with dogs.

Joanna

Plan X

Where to start? (Rhetorical) I suppose I do know, the beginning. This might be a little long but I put off writing anything before because I didn’t want to jinx certain things.

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You go back. No, you back. Your butt is too big. Ha, yours is bigger.

The last 8 years had a specific plan for the two of us – pack up the house, become liveaboards and circumnavigate the Great Loop in our worked-on for 8 years Grand Banks 42. Then we got two dogs who grew larger than we had anticipated so now our 42 seemed a little cramped but still liveable. The 2017 summer was when we were going. And everything was in place until …..

Paul found another boat for sale. A little larger all round than our present one, and designed to go blue water cruising but probably still suitable for completing the Great Loop. I was surprised actually because he had always given me the impression that his next boat would be a sail boat even though the GB42 was going to be the last one. But the one he was getting excited about was still a trawler design with 2 great big engines. It was a Kadey Krogen 54.

I am trying not to waffle whilst setting the scene for the last few weeks. While still intending to leave come mid July, Paul had two visits to look at the ‘new’ boat and I had one and we decided, yes despite the fact that she needs so much work doing on her we would make a bid. And guess what, that bid was accepted.

Oh shxt. Now what do we do? We are closing on the ‘new’ boat around 1 August, still leaving on a trip somewhere, and trying to sell our GB42 before we have to make the payment on the KK54.

We did have someone from our home marina very interested in our GB42, test drove it etc but then decided he wasn’t yet ready to leave sailing to become a power boater. So our next dilemma, with which broker should we register her to let the broker sell her?

The final plan ended up being, we would take the GB42 to NC to a broker there, rent a U-Haul van/trailer, drive it down to FL to the new boat. Load it up with enough stuff to get us back to NC to the same marina where we left the GB42 and live there for a while.

But once again, our best laid plans were disrupted.

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Leaving Sandusky Harbor Marina for what we thought was the last time.

We set off from Sandusky heading east, the first night of our trip was going to be in Fairport OH. Just before we passed Cleveland OH, we got a phone call from a gentleman who said he was very interested in buying our boat. Hmmm. And could he come and look her over. Paul and I debated; the weather this week was not too conducive for comfortable cruising towards Buffalo and we had to pick our weather windows carefully, one of them being Sunday, the day this gentleman and his wife would visit.

Fortunately, we decided that we would take this last chance of selling her privately and altered course for Edgewater YC. Spent Saturday cleaning her from top to bottom and awaited our visitors with a little skepticism – how would this turn out?

To cut this part of the story short, they loved the boat, made their decision and said they wanted her. Gave us a deposit and discussed the next couple of weeks’ agenda for hauling her out to survey, who would do the survey, who to contact for transferring the title ……

So we have discarded plan A – do the Loop in the GB42; plan B – take the GB42 to a broker in NC and travel to FL from there; plan X – leave Cleveland, turn west, can’t go anywhere until we find out when the survey will be taking place, cruise a little in local waters until then, haul the boat out for survey, rent a car to drive to Pittsburgh, bring the truck back, with rent-a-trailer, empty the boat again, drive back to Pittsburgh to collect the rest of our stuff for the KK54, hope that we have actually closed on the boat by then, and then drive to FL and offload everything on to the new one.

Are you following this? Haha. Good job we are flexible.

That’s where we are at this moment in time – Plan X, a sort of limbo.

The above is rather the meat and potatoes of the story so far, now for the ‘sauce’ of the last few days that make it more interesting.

Anticipating that we would be on the GB42 for around 2 months we put together a huge amount of stuff to load on to the boat. Paul drove up on Wednesday with a truck full of stuff, food, clothes, dog food etc, all the tools we had taken off because we thought the first guy was going to buy her; now we needed everything back onboard for our trip to the east coast.

Thursday was L day from Pittsburgh (leaving day). With the truck full for a second day in a row with items we would need and probably some we could really do without, we drove back up to Sandusky OH.

But now we have a problem with what to do with the truck.

Somehow we needed to get our truck back home to Pittsburgh from Sandusky OH once we left for good (in hindsight, that’s a huge haha). Fortunately, even though I only gave 3 days to think about it, one of our members from T2 CrossFit very kindly said that he would ride with us to drive it home. Perfect.

The plan for Friday morning was to set course for Buffalo NY and stop overnight at different ports (first stop Fairport OH) just before sunrise. I took the dogs for a walk while Paul got the boat ready for the off. Halfway round our walk, I heard a ‘fshpoosh’ sound, then a yelp, then a very very smelly black dog trying to rub her face on my leg. Yes, Bella just got ‘skunked’. OMG the smell was overpoweringly bad. She wasn’t too happy either.

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No-one wanted to pet Bella.

Back at the boat I soap-sudded her with Dawn dish soap but that did no good. But we were leaving so that’s what we did, smell and all. Fortunately, I was able to draw on other people whose dogs have suffered the same fate and I had more or less the correct ingredients onboard. Three days later, she still stinks but not as badly.

As already mentioned, our change of course took us to Cleveland and Edgewater YC. Through choice we docked right at the far end of the dock so had a good 0.15mile walk to the shore for anything.

First time going ashore I didn’t bother to put on the dogs their zap collars because neither of them had ever jumped off a dock into the water. Oh my, I will never say never again because the dogs suddenly disappeared to the right down a finger dock. Then there was a yap, splash, quack followed by a huge ruckus. Two dogs, one duck pretending to injured swimming away as fast as their little legs would go. Fortunately both dogs came back as soon as I called. Hauled them both out and swore zap collars next time.

Sunday morning, I decided I would go ashore to use the facilities and I would take the dogs and just tie them outside to wait. Ignored my own advice and set off with the dogs with the thought that I would leash them before we got to the duck’s finger dock. More best laid plans went out the window. The dogs did not listen at all as I called them; they just made a bee-line to their launch pad. This time, Bella listened and came back but not Ebba. She glanced at me, stuck her nose in the air and continued chasing the duck (the same one as yesterday, I think). Again long story short, apart from making me realize how easy it would be to lose a dog and how unhappy I would feel if I did, she swam almost the whole length of the dock (remember 0.15 mile) and Paul hauled her out of the water by the boat. Bloody dog.

Lesson learned: dogs walked on the leash right from the boat.

We had a good time at Edgewater YC but it was very noisy on Saturday night so we decided to move. But where to? Again, we were in limbo because we didn’t know when the survey would take place. So we turned left (westward) back the way we had just come. (It reminded me of the first time I ever visited Pittsburgh and the Eagles song Hotel California – you can check out any time you like but you can never leave; that’s another story for another time).

The weather radar looked good – no storms in the forecast or at least not until after we would be tied up somewhere. And that’s another haha.

We departed the pier heads at 14:20hr with minimal wind and waves, partly cloudy skies and nothing threatening on the horizon. Set course for Sandusky Bay, turned on the auto pilot and sat back prepared to enjoy the ride.

And then of course, a blip appeared on the radar, the clouds darkened, black streak flowed out of the bottom of the darkened clouds and we knew the weather forecaster were not quite right; again.

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The beginning of the initial storm – tracking SE @ 15Kts

We watched the track of the storm and adjusted our course accordingly to skirt around the top of the storm and this seemed to be working until another cell began to develop at the north end of the now very big storm. But Catawba Island did its thing and split the storm so we managed to push through between them both without getting wet. It did get very windy on the backside of both storms and with the change of wind direction to the north, the air temperature dropped drastically and the waves grew very rapidly.

With our altered heading, Kelleys Island was now a closer destination than Sandusky Bay; it was about 19:00hr by now. So that is where we ended up – Seaway Marina. I made a very rooky error though as we were coming alongside the dock wall – I got my hand caught between the dock post and the boat. Thought I had crushed it to pieces as it happened. Fortunately though, the bit that got caught was the fleshy bit between the thumb and first finger. I have to say, it is rather tender to touch and is a little swollen but I have no restricted movement with any of the fingers.

Not sure what we will do for the next couple of days. I do know we have to be back in Sandusky Harbor Marina by Wednesday night for the survey/haul out on Thursday.

And then we will be faced with the next dilemma – we have no car in Sandusky.

Bearing in mind we have almost 2 months worth of dog food onboard as well as all the other stuff we repacked on the boat when we thought we were going to the Chesapeake, one truck load won’t cut it. Also we have to go home to Pittsburgh to collect all the stuff there that we deliberately left off the GB42 but will need on the KK54.

But it all has a knack of turning out OK.

A little plug for the Edgewater end of Cleveland. For the two days we were there (over the weekend), the park was kept amazingly clean and the beach has a doggy friendly section. It was awesome. You have to walk past the people’s beach but then you can let the dogs off-leash and they have a blast – open beach and the lake.

Monday, moved on to a ball at Put-In-Bay. Going to watch some of Junior Bay Sailing Regatta and reminisce. Maybe a night at anchor on Tuesday and then back to Sandusky Harbor Marina. Who knows? We’ll see which way the wind is blowing.

Thank you for reading. It is rather long.

Joanna