Perfect Long Weekend

Sometimes having an older car sucks – like when you lose 3 weekends of sailing to Owen trying desperately to save my baby (which he did! Yay Owen!).  After being away from the boat for way too long, we finally managed to get out for 2 weekends in a row…

The weekend before last we met up with friends back at Herring Bay – no wind to sail unfortunately, but a wonderful weekend of hanging out on the boat and visiting with friends.

This past weekend, being the Canada Day Long Weekend, seemed like the perfect opportunity to get a bit further out.  We settled on Ganges on Saltspring Island, knowing that they were having fireworks over the harbour.  After a stop off at Tent Island on Friday night, we headed out Saturday, dead into the wind, with not quite enough of said wind to sail.  We rounded Tent Island and headed towards Southey Point (on the North end of Saltspring – I know – who named that?!).   As we got closer to Southey, we could see that the wind in Trincomali Channel looked pretty fresh – sure enough, we rounded the corner to find white caps greeting us – we got the sails up asap, and had a rocking sail all the way from Southey Point, around Nose Point and into Ganges Harbour.  The wind ranged from about 12 knots to 20 or more at one point – fishies were definitely looking in the windows at that time!  The sail couldn’t have been more perfect – lifts on every tack, sun – what more can you ask for?

Perfect tacks

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Our reach around Nose Point had us hit over 8 knots of boat speed!  Remember – this is a heavy steel boat – we don’t do 8 knots!!

We were happily sailing downwind into the harbour and realised that the anchorage had somehow morphed all the way down the harbour and right into the float plane landing zone – apparently we were not the only people who had the idea to go to Ganges this weekend!  We did finally manage to find a little hole not too far out from town, and after one failed attempt, got the anchor down in 20 knots of wind.  Almost as soon as we got the hook down, the wind eased, and we were able to get the dinghy launched and head into town, where a friend was docked.

A great afternoon visit led to a wonderful dinner overlooking the Canada Day Festivities, followed by fireworks seen from the marina.   A perfect day!

Sunday was a lazy day – we finally made it into shore around noon.  After completing our usual rounds of bookstores and bakeries, and venturing a little further out of the main village to see what might be hiding down the side streets, we headed to the Taco Truck that we had spotted the day before, enjoying a spectacular late lunch.

So after such a perfect weekend, what could go wrong on Monday?  Well – first we had to get the anchor (and 25 pound ball of lead that Owen had attached to keep the chain from lifting) up in quite a lot of wind.  Owen was working hard at that while I kept the boat relatively over the anchor to make things easier.  After a couple of backs and forthes, Owen asked me to back up – I put the boat in reverse and the engine died.  Hmmmm… weird – okay – fire up, put the boat in reverse – dead engine.  Oh, oh.  Owen’s first thought was that he was swimming because something might be wrapped on the prop.  Luckily the go-pro that he bought me for Christmas and which I had only thought to bring to the boat that weekend, saved him a swim.  The camera, mounted on the boat hook, allowed us to get a good shot of the prop and confirm that nothing was wrapped around.  Alright, good – no swimming – but what now?  Owen took a peek below and asked me to put the boat in neutral – umm – it is in neutral – cool, okay – so the transmission is stuck in forward.  Well I guess we are not getting diesel – hope there is enough wind to sail home!  We headed out and sailed (not quite so fast) back out of the harbour, back around Nose Point (no 8 knots this time!) and about 1/3 of the way back up the Island before the wind shut off for good.  Fired up the engine – at least we have forward – and continued on.  At one point the engine noise changed pitch – put the boat in neutral, then reverse – everything good!  An hour later – change in pitch again – slide it into reverse – dead engine.  This happened 3 times on the way home – finally, we were coming into the marina – having called a friend to warn him we may come in hot!  Put the boat in neutral (phew!) and coasted around – but I had done that too early – now we are not going to make it back to our slip – back in forward (please let it go back to neutral, please let it go back to neutral) and luckily, just as we coasted into the slip, I managed to fire it into reverse and we stopped right where we needed to be.

Owen has dumped the oil and cleaned everything up and hopefully it was just a piece of gook jamming things up.  So far it seems to be working.  However, we will be bringing the come-along and rebuild kit with us on holidays – oh the joy of boat ownership!

We finally made it in the door at 10:30 on Monday night – we definitely did not waste a moment of this perfect Long Weekend!

Racing on other people’s boats

We have always said that racing is best done on other people’s boats – there is a lot of cost involved in racing – better sails, entry fees, broken bits – why do that yourself when you know other people crazy enough to subject themselves and their boat to that!?

This past weekend was the Schooner Cove Regatta – an approximately 42 mile race around Lasqueti Island – and what a race it was.  Snakes and Ladders is the only way to describe it!  I raced on Runaway Girl and Owen was out with Dilligaf – always fun to compete against each other and this race actually put us in the same division!

The day started with fluky winds that had us barely moving one moment and then flying along the next – only to be standing upright and running right out of the wind the next.  By the time we got to the bottom of Lasqueti, we were getting the feeling that this was going to be a challenging day.  Every other time we have done this race the wind has been from the Northwest – this year it was mostly from the Southeast – when it could make up its mind as to where it was actually coming from!

Rule number one in this race has always been to avoid the south end of Lasqueti like the plague unless you fancied driving straight into a windless hole – so we stayed well south of the Island, and then watched a fantastic band of wind fill in right along the shore.  As we wallowed our way between two bands of wind, we watched the “big boats”, who had started an hour later than us, race along the south shore – followed by the boats that had been lucky enough to not drive themselves so far from the wind that they couldn’t get back to it.  One by one boats passed us – leaving us frustrated and looking for wind.

We finally picked up a band of wind that had been filling in from the South and took off downwind on nice long jibes – we were about 3/4 of the way up the Island when we realised that all those boats that had passed us earlier were now parked in a big hole near the top of the Island.  Phew!  Pretty much the entire pack rounded the top of the island (and passed the halfway mark) at the same time.  And just like that the wind piped up and we were shooting upwind in 15 knots of wind – and then 12 – and then 10 – and then 8 – oh boy – here we go!

The pack split, the wind died and built, boats took weird flyers that weirdly worked and we inched our way south.  The day stretched out, our idea that dinner would be had at the docks was abandoned and the lasagna went into the oven.  The sun set, the day got cooler – still we plodded our way South.

The last 6 miles was the convergence point – the boats that had gone over to the Vancouver Island side started to meet up with the boats that had stayed on the Lasqueti side – we had hoped that all those Vancouver Island side boats were stuck in no wind but suddenly they were popping out on a track that would put them in front of us!  In a last desperate effort, and in the black of night, with about 3 miles to go, we threw up the Spinnaker – and passed one boat, and then another.  We watched one of the boats in our fleet take a strange flyer that drove then right out of the wind, and another boat decide they had had enough and fire up the engine.  We were getting excited.  The boat we couldn’t find was Dilligaf – we were all hoping they were well behind us.  Our skipper said “wouldn’t it make us crazy if they suddenly call in that they are five minutes out?”  when not two minutes later, they made a call to race committee to announce that they were five minutes out – how had they gotten ahead of us!?  There was some less than ladylike language going at that point!

We finally wound our way past a reef and narrowly missed a rock right at the finish and crossed the finish line.  And then the math started – how long ago had Dilligaf finished?  Did we beat them on correction?  Who else had crossed the line already?  Were the boats behind us far enough behind?  We were pretty sure that, after a day of starts and stops, we were first in our division and that was thankfully confirmed the next day!   Dilligaf took third in our division so we got them again!

It was a long day (14 hours racing) but so much fun and so challenging!

Sunsets, mosquito hunting and dinghy boondoggles

After the rush getting the boat ready to go to the Thetis Island Regatta, followed by a long weekend of sailing to Montague Harbour to meet-up with our Yacht Club for a night, and then a trip to Bedwell Harbour to meet up with the Bluewater Cruising Rendevous for a couple of nights (and a 6 1/2 mostly motor home), we decided this past weekend that we needed a quiet weekend on the hook to recharge.

We left after work on Friday and were on the hook in Herring Bay on Ruxton Island by about 8pm – just in time to get the burgers cooked and to eat in the cockpit while watching the sun go down.

A quiet night on the hook turned a bit panicked when we realized that a horde of mosquitoes had followed us below deck – where did they come from?!  We don’t usually get many mosquitoes around here but I suspect that our looong, rainy, cold winter was the perfect breeding ground for them.  I managed to hunt a few down on Friday night, but much of Saturday was spent dispatching them.  Owen was working on something in our rear cabin and could hear the “thwack” followed by a “gotcha”, every time I went hunting one down so he had a pretty good idea as to how many I had crushed.

At some point on Saturday afternoon I managed to drag myself up on deck to re-do the lashings on our lifelines and Owen accomplished tons – installing a light in the rear cabin and installing the new oil pressure sensor.

Feeling we had accomplished quite enough (and realizing that we hadn’t actually left the boat for the day), we decided about 6pm to do a quick boondoggle in the dinghy – that turned into a 3 hour, 6.8 mile circumnavigation of a couple of nearby islands.  The engine suddenly dying when we were at about the furthest point possible from our boat led to a few panicked moments but luckily it had just overheated thanks to the seaweed that had gotten wrapped in the prop.  A couple of minutes to cool down and we were off again – thank heavens – that would have been a heck of a row against current!

This time we managed to get the hatches closed and the citronella candles out in time to prevent the influx of mosquitoes.  We had caught the sunset while motoring back to our anchorage but once the sun had gone down fully (and the mosquitoes had gone away) we sat in the cockpit and watched the sliver of crescent moon follow the same track that the sun had taken only a few hours earlier.  That left a perfect black night sky for star-watching – even the Northern Lights made a dim appearance!

Sunday morning started just about as lazy as the rest of the weekend, and then we were joined by friends who had been out on their boat all week and were on their way home.  After a quick visit, they sped off home.  Owen had made the mistake of saying that if only he had his wet-suit on the boat, he could dive and replace the nearly non-existent prop zinc – well lucky him, I remembered that it was in fact in the bow – so into the not so warm water he went!  That job being complete we finally set out for a bit faster motor home (barnacles scraped off the prop makes quite a difference in our speed!)

All in all a perfect, restful weekend and just what we needed.

Next weekend we are out racing on other people’s boats, so no cruising for us – though maybe we can make some more headway on the galley upper cupboards on Sunday.

sunsetting at Herring Bay

 

 

 

First Sail of the Season!

We made it off the dock – well initially, I made it off the dock!  This past weekend was the Thetis Island Regatta – an event that I have attended for (I think) 15 years now.  Even though my parents weren’t able to join us, I was still determined to make it to the regatta and to “race” our beast.

After a week of very long evenings, Owen had the hull in as ship-shape a condition as he could get her in (steel boat = rust spots = lots of work!), the galley was functional, if not complete, and we were ready to go.

As Owen was working Friday, I took the boat over to Thetis – my first ever solo trip!  I didn’t manage to sneak the sail out and I did get poured on (twice) but I didn’t hit anything, the boat didn’t have any problems and about an hour and a half after leaving our slip, I coasted up to the dock at Thetis Island – easy peasy!

I even managed to try out the new stove – the need for warming up led me to making hot chocolate as soon as I arrived, and then later, a batch of perfectly baked brownies were turned out from the new oven!  These proved to be too difficult to resist for the friends who turned up for a visit later Friday evening!

The Thetis Island Regatta is sort of the kick off to the Regatta season – though there are a couple of bigger races earlier in the year, Thetis Island brings out all types of racers – from the more competitive teams who do most every regatta of the year, to the people who bring their boat only out to this race more for the social aspect of the weekend, and the feeling that sailing season is finally beginning (that would be us!).

This year the we were actually granted enough wind to get around the entire way and to finish nearly 2 hours before the cut-off – but boy do we need a spinnaker – it was so sad to watch everyone sail past us on the first leg, and again on the last… maybe next year.

Much fun and socialising was had and some tequila might have been consumed and in no time at all it was late Sunday morning and the docks were emptying out.  After delaying our departure to avoid yet another rain shower, we headed home under blue skies, with the head sail giving the engine an assist.

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All in all, the weekend was a wonderful success and it felt so good to get Solstice Tide out of her slip.

Next weekend is the Victoria Day long weekend and we will again get her out on the water – destination still to be determined…

Progress is progress – right?

It feels like it is going so slow but there is progress being made on the galley – just not fast enough!  We have installed the lower cabinets, the stretch of counter holding the sink, the sink and the plumbing – we have running water again!  How exciting!! (seriously – when I was down there painting with 3 different colors and realized I had no way to wash the paint off my hands?  Not good!)

Oven installed

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Next up is the countertop behind the stove and to the right of the stove, and then the cupboard above the stove.  The doors are all ready to go into the cupboards – they have been left out to allow Owen more room to work on the plumbing install.

The sink is being a bit of pain – refuses to be clamped down on the sides – nothing a big bead of silicone and a lot of weight can’t solve – right?

I am hoping that the next update will show a fully functioning galley – I can’t wait to fire up the oven and get out on the water!

 

 

Galley progress

Well it feels slow and painful, but there is actually some progress being made to the galley.  After stripping it right back to the hull, the wall panels have been replaced and we have roughed in the lower cabinets.  They sure do look intimidating at this point!  It is a good thing that we are both tall, as the counters needed to be at a height of 39″ to give the oven enough room to gimbal without having it interfere with the hall to the stern cabin.  It will be nice to not be leaning over to do the dishes, etc., but I am bit worried about having hot pots so high up!

Here is a peek at the progress thus far:

galley rough in

We will have a row of cupboards along the wall behind the stove – mounted about 11 inches up, to allow for the Ice box/fridge/freezer/storage compartment which will be in the corner to open up – the use of that space is still to be determined – I am voting for a deep freeze – it might be a small space, but will still be better than what I have now, and will allow me to install a larger drawer style fridge in the space that currently holds our little mini bar fridge.  The cupboards above the counter and stove should make for good dishes storage.  I also gain the storage in the little 4″ wide cupboard beside the stove (cutting boards, cookie sheets?) and the space beneath the stove which should make for a nice big cupboard.  The storage under the sink will be far more useful than the space that was previously under the sink and shaped to the hull – just a really good place to chuck stuff and hope it didn’t fall out the next time you opened the door.

I am most excited though for the huge stretch of counter top that I will have – in the old galley configuration, the only countertop was a piece of cutting board that I had sized to fit one of the sinks – other than that, it was balancing on the edge of the stove or across the boat over the fridge.

Next step is to take all the panels out and get them primed and painted while Owen works on redoing the plumbing.  Then we can move on to getting everything installed.  I am hoping our upcoming 4 day weekend will mean a lot of progress – I am itching to get her off the dock for a day or two!

Do we really need a galley?

Well yes – we do.  Unfortunately, right now, ours is completely disassembled and waiting for us to put her back together.

galley destruction

This was taken after we removed the sink and propane cook-top – the diesel stove has now been removed leaving us with a frighteningly small area to put everything back together in!

The reason for the galley destruction / refit was two-fold – until this past weekend, we had a Dickinson diesel stove in the galley, as well as a separate propane cook-top.  This worked okay at anchor or at the dock – unless of course you wanted to bake in the summer time – heating the oven up to a temperature suitable for baking resulted in the entire boat heating up to horrifying conditions – the diesel stove is actually the only heat source when the boat was not plugged in.  We solved the oven issue by buying a collapsible camp stove which fit over the propane burners – a great idea but it took up the entire cook-top so there was no multi-tasking going on.    The other problem was that neither the stove nor the cook-top gimbled – which made cooking underway very difficult (and dangerous).

We finally decided that we needed to switch out the diesel stove for a gimbled propane oven, which meant that the entire galley needed to be switched around so that the oven will be mounted on an outboard wall.  We have purchased a Dickinson 2 Caribbean burner stove and I am excited to get her installed in her new galley – isn’t she pretty?!

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This weekend we will finish ripping everything out and hopefully be able to start to get things put back in.  Pictures of the finished project will follow (eventually!)