I watched through envy-filled eyes as boaters who had done hardly an hour’s work were lowered from the travelift to the resting river below.
“How!? I mean, gahhhh, another one,” I’d stammer, pointing wildly at the carefree looking family sailing off into summer.
Karen rolled her eyes and went back to varnishing. We had accomplished a fair amount in early spring; the brightwork had been tended to, the mast received six coats of varnish and was really starting to shine again. The hull was waxed and painted and still … there was much left to do. It was time to call in the troops; we asked my parents to come up for the weekend to help blitz through the remaining projects.
On our to-do list was two tasks that had eluded us since we bought the boat four seasons ago: Fixing the wiring and adding running water. Yes, water and electric, a reminder of how involved this restoration project has truly been.
0700 on an unseasonably warm Saturday morning would come, they would arrive and it was game on. Now something of an annual tradition, we quickly settled into the tasks at hand. Karen and my mom fell into a rhythm of chatting and working, first painting the hull of the dinghy with an inflatable bottom paint before adding a layer of varnish to the toe rail.
My old man and I opened the slide-open draw that housed the boat’s electrical and exhaled deeply while taking in the sight. To explain the current electrical situation, well, let’s just say I’ve seen tumbleweeds with more order and organization. Thankfully, my dad has an above-average handle on marine electrical and we had a new DC panel in place within a couple hours. We’d go on to swap out some tarnished old cabin lights with some glistening new LED lamps.
With a couple flips of the breaker we had light. It was a little victory but certainly one worth celebrating.
Next up was the water tank. Because of a design flaw and many years of neglect, the water tank beneath the sole of the salon is susceptible to contamination from bilge water. After working through a half dozen possible options, I decided the best solution would be to place a 26-gallon Plastimo water tank under the forward V-berth. The most demanding aspect of this project was acquiring all the fittings, hoses and pumps we’d need; the actual installation was completed within an hour. Besides adding running water to the head and salon sinks, we also ran a hose to the stern of the cockpit where it will serve as an outdoor shower.
We worked hard that day and were proud of what we accomplished. We had a few laughs and spent time unplugged talking about our hopes for the coming summer. Looking back on that weekend, I realize you don’t really need to be on the water to enjoy the positive affects of boating. The season has begun.
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As usual, another fascinating tale of what it takes to enjoy a summer on your sailboat. Lots of hard work, and the help of loved ones, makes for exciting times ahead. Bless everyone involved! Happy sails!
Thanks for following the adventure! Hope to see you soon.
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On an ambitious weekend for a boater with a busy schedule…
Here we all are. Happy sailors. I Love your boat. I Love mine. Summer beckons. Away we go!
I just discovered your blog after you brother posted in r/sailing on Reddit. I just finished reading the entire blog from the beginning and really enjoyed it. I also found some great tips. We just bought a sailboat yesterday after not having one for five years. Thanks to your blog, I’m even more excited to get sailing again! Just out of curiosity, why do you moor rather than dock?
Thanks so much for taking the time to read about our adventure, Tracy. And congrats on your new boat! That’s a good question about the mooring. The decision to get a slip or mooring is something we wrestle with every year but in the end the mooring wins out. Not only is it a fraction of the price but we’ve come to really enjoy the solitude (and that mini-vacation feeling) that comes with being away from land. There are few things I enjoy more than starting a morning with a dinghy ride.