Boogers!

White paper masks may make you feel like you are in the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy and that you are performing some kind of life saving operation but let me tell you that they are useless when it comes to stopping sawdust from getting into your nose!

I am sick of sawdust. It covers our clothes, it gets in our nose, it is in our cars, in our beds, in our hair, in places I am not going to mention and it is persistent. We will work all day Saturday and still have sawdust appearing out of nowhere on Wednesday.

But the absolute worst part of sawdust are the dry boogers. For days afterwards it feels like someone has lined your nasal cavities with a thin layer of concrete. We have tried white paper masks and respirators,  and almost anything else you can think of to no avail. About the only thing left is peeing in a handkerchief and covering your face with it. (Apparently that is a way to make it through tear gas)

Thankfully, oh so thankfully we are almost done with sawdust for the most part. Our gigantic pile of wood to sand has been reduced to 2 piles, one in our basement and one in the cockpit. Considering these piles required 5 truckloads to move each way, I think we have done an amazing amount of work. Okay it only took a year of sanding on Saturdays, but it is still a lot accomplished.

Whitby 42 still to sand

We have this almost down to a science now. We have all of the “To be sanded” items on one side of the cockpit. Andrea and crew, if they are there, sand in the middle of the cockpit. The pieces then get moved to the other side of the cockpit as they are completed, or handed to me inside to install.

Whitby 42 Cut and ready

There is also the cut and ready to install pile, where each piece is stacked next to its former self. For the most part these only need the edges sanded wherever I have made fresh cuts.

Whitby 42 remaining plywood

And lastly is the plywood scrap pile. Not that any of it is scrap and I am sure all of it will eventually be used but a pile none the less.

I find that old plywood has a rather bad smell to it in some cases and any piece that we can replace without major difficulty is being replaced. I also have a strong belief that we have reduced the overall weight of Akupara substantially as 40 year old plywood just seems heavier.

Whitby 42 Port main salon

Whitby 42 starboard main salon

We managed to make a lot of progress yesterday and it feels good to be back in the swing of things.

The admiral and I were both feeling the same way at the end of the day. Thrilled to be approaching the end of the wood sanding, but scared of the next stage which involves sanding the cabin liner and the decks.

Never mind Grey’s Anatomy for those jobs, we are going full Breaking Bad! IF there is anything worse than sawdust boogers it is fiberglass boogers!!!

bryan-cranston-breaking-bad-3

 

Dollars and cents!

Just reviewing the Moorage rates for 2016 at our previous Marina, Point Roberts Marina, and I am somewhat frustrated to say the least. I just paid for another 6 months of storage in the boatyard and it is almost the same price as a complete year in Point Roberts Marina. We knew this was going to be an expensive endeavour but damn, double the price to keep it on land as opposed to in the water! Shelter Island Boatyard needs to rethink their prices!

Another GREAT reason to get Akupara finished and floating on her own bottom, I will save almost $3000 a year just in moorage! Hmmm, $3000, that could buy me a….. 😉

Lots of dollars, but doesn’t make a lot of sense that’s for sure!

The boat who wouldn’t float

I have to admit that I am getting tired of owning a boat that does not float! Farley Mowat wrote a book entitled The Boat who wouldn’t float. I never actually read it but the summary sounds all to familiar.

It seemed like a good idea. Tired of everyday life ashore, Farley Mowat would find a sturdy boat in Newfoundland and roam the salt sea over, free as a bird. What he found was the worst boat in the world, and she nearly drove him mad.

I do not believe that we have the worst boat in the world, and I do not believe that Akupara is driving me mad, but there are a lot of similarities! Akupara as of right now is not ready to be launched, and the idea of being on a floating, sailing boat is starting to drive me mad.

We are about to round a new corner. A really expensive corner. We are very quickly approaching the high ticket items. Electrical, mechanical, plumbing, rigging, cushions. Up until now it has been new plywood and lots of sandpaper and a few cans of paint and stain. Of course because it is all Marine Grade, it is still expensive but not like what is coming.

I do find myself drifting into the realm of well, that can be completed once we are afloat, which is a dangerous path to follow, but it is very hard not to. If she was in the water, we would at least feel her move a bit, and at least be out of the dirty boatyard.

I am thinking that I am going to re-prioritize our projects so that we can launch if we decide to at any point. So, that means the focus would shift to the hull. New seacocks, a few fiberglass repairs, and new bottom paint. After that would be the deck. Finish the sanding and hole filling and re coring. Once those items are complete, we would have a floating watertight boat. Of course she still would not be able to go anywhere under her own power so the rigging and the engine have to fall in there somewhere.

We can still use Akupara even if the odd drawer face is not sanded and stained. The electrical only needs to be able to start the engine and charge the batteries, after-all I like gimballed oil lamps, they are classy and we have a lot of flashlights. We have an icebox and new refrigeration can wait. Never had it on a boat before why do we need it now? And interior cushions are a luxury, we could always use cheap inflatable mattresses.

And that is how projects start to never be finished. And how a boat will never float. I don’t care if I re-arrange the order of the overall project list, but we need to Stay The Course, and get all of it done before Akupara hits the water. Well at least most of it anyway…

I need to stop looking at all of the beautiful photos of tropical island paradises posted by sailors on Instagram and Twitter.

 

 

1 Year!

Well it has been a few days more than 1 year now that we have had, and been working on Akupara!

It is a little hard to imagine that it has been this long and that we still have so many unfinished projects. I guess the big question is, are we happy with where we are in regards to the progress we have made on her? The answer to that question is loaded. Of course not. I would much rather be sitting aboard typing this right now somewhere in Mexico or the Caribbean but we are nowhere near that of course. It would be nice if the decks were finished, or the electrical or plumbing but I am glad that we are almost complete the interior. Considering this is basically a weekend project I think we are doing quite well. Our progress for the most part has been steady, with life getting in the way a few times but overall I think we have done quite well.

So just what did we accomplish? We accomplished spending a lot of time as a family working together towards the same goal. The kids (and the admiral in regards to tools anyway) learnt quite a lot in regards to boat work and power tools and a sense of accomplishment, and hard work. We had lots of laughs, and a few arguments. We were cold and wet at times and hot and sweaty at other times. We planned, and talked and drew pictures, and had to ask each other for help. We had paint brush fights and occasionally we told each other a better way of doing things. That was mostly the admiral of course ;-).

We got to know a few boyfriends and had an opportunity to watch the kids get a little older in both their interactions, abilities and skills as well as get a little closer to being adults. I was able to teach them how to use a jigsaw, and an orbital sander, screwdrivers, and wire cutters, and a host of other things. They learnt that if you try to mix thickened epoxy to fill holes and you forget to add the hardener, the end result is a forever sticky mess that you need to go back and clean out and do your work over. They learnt that Rome was not built in a day and they discovered that real work is required to make any progress. They learnt that sometimes in life you need to roll up your sleeves and get a little dirty and that not all paths are paved in gold. In fact, occasionally you might just run into the odd cockroach along the way. They learnt that money does not grow on trees and sometimes you can’t afford to just write a magic cheque or swipe a magic card to get stuff. They learnt that if you say you are going to do something, you need to follow through and get it done and stand by your word. I also hope that they learnt that even though things take way longer than you expect, or that you do not get as much accomplished as you had planned, or that yes you might run into the odd cockroach, you still need to continue. You need to sweep up the cockroach, throw it out, take a few minutes to re-align, and then get back to work. Nobody is going to come swooping in and save you.

So are we happy with what we have accomplished in this last year? You damn right we are. Even though Akupara is a long, long, way away from being in the warm waters of the Caribbean she has already done a fantastic job of her primary responsibility, and that is keeping us all together, united and safe. Thank you Akupara!

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Seasons Greetings and all the best! Thanks for following along over this last year and looking forward to sharing our progress over the next year with you as well!

The Captain.

 

Undermining one’s self

Undermining one’s self. What the hell does he mean by that?

You know the guy. We all know the guy. He may go by different names, and he may look a little different, but he is always the same guy. He is the guy who is going offshore. He has a very salty looking boat and he tells a lot of stories that he has heard with a far off look in his eye as though he was there. He is constantly busy working and fixing and improving his boat to ready her for going offshore. Yup, he is going to cut the docklines and sail off never to return to live a life on the high seas and in unknown little anchorages where the breeze is gentle and the rum is strong.

When you first meet him you are convinced that he is leaving any day now. After the first year of knowing him, you are convinced that he is leaving next summer, but eventually you realize that he is never leaving. You have had a chance to take a close look at his boat and although he has all of the latest must have items scattered around in boxes and piles, none of it has ever completely been installed. As a matter of fact, most of his boat isn’t ready to sail around the bay let alone go offshore. And yet he is still convincing, and lots of folks still believe him.

I have a belief, and I call it undermining one’s self. We all have dreams and aspirations and goals to achieve, and there are some that succeed in those dreams and goals and there are others who constantly undermine there own course. As soon as they get close to being ready to hit that milestone, all of a sudden there is another must have, or there is one last improvement that needs to be made. They happen to open the latest copy of “Cruising Broke” and see the latest and greatest digital computational electronic toilet paper dispenser that the marketing guru’s have labelled as essential for offshore survival. Now most of us hopefully shrug these off as being silly or not necessary, but some of us fall for these traps and thereby sabotage our own dreams. Now we have one more thingy that we need to save for and one more thingy that needs to be installed and by the time we get around to purchasing it, another latest and greatest and better thingy is already on the market and there goes the cycle again and we still haven’t finished the first one. And then sadly the inevitable happens, and the guy suffers a major health issue and now he can not go. And he is bitter. He is bitter with himself that he created those barriers and he prevented himself from achieving his dreams.

I truly believe that some of us are inclined to follow this pattern as a subconscious reason to not have to make the final cut of the docklines. Perhaps we are too scared of the unknown. Perhaps we are too scared of the loss of income or the loneliness or the danger or a million other reasons and we thereby create and impose our own barriers to achieving our goals.

I have fallen into this trap before and I am always conscious of falling back there again. It is scary. There are a lot of reasons to not continue fighting for our dreams. And yet all of us refuse to consciously admit that we are creating our own walls.

I say when you meet that guy and when you finally realize that he will never allow himself to escape. Stop by and talk to him a little more often. Lend him a hand on his never ending list of repairs. Get to know him a bit and accept that he is still allowed to dream regardless if he will ever allow himself to succeed.

You never know, it could be you some day.

If you have the money, and have decided this is the dream for you, go out today, buy a boat, fit it out and leave. Don’t spend any more time than that. Just do it. If like us you need to take some time in order to accomplish this dream, I will tell you that life has a way of getting in the way, and it is sometimes very difficult to hold on to that dream and maintain the course without falling into the trap of creating your own walls. But when you find yourself being drawn away, fight it and do something, anything, tie a knot, sand a piece of wood, anything to keep you connected to your dream and get a little farther down the road.

Designing the Nav Station

I have begun designing the layout of the navigation station. Of course I really can only design the layout of the instruments and the electrical panel as the actual layout of the furniture is already predetermined.

It got me to thinking of course, what do I need, want, wish to have in the nav station area? Do I want to keep it modern and only have electronics or do I want to go a little retro and include my sextant. All of these questions has led to a list of things and a first drawing of possible layout. The list thus far is:

Pencils, pens, Ship’s Log, Handheld VHF, mounted vhf, charting tools, charts, GPS and plotter, clock, barometer, electrical panel, stereo, quick reference cards, binoculars, sextant, hand bearing compass, notepad, laptop, SSB, depth finder, 2m VHF, EPIRB, SPOT, shortwave radio, weatherfax or printer for laptop, Pactor modem, radar, and engine instruments.

I am sure I am forgetting things but at least I have a starting point. The trouble comes in the layout. On some of our previous boats the placement of some of the electronics made it difficult to operate the dials and or buttons, but having everything directly in front of your face within an easy arms reach is not possible either. And when designing the layout I need to be aware of screen brightness so that one device does not outshine another etc.

I like to think of the Nav Station as the Man Cave. It is command central and everything, within reason, on the ship should be controllable and or capable of being monitored from command central. I should be able to glance at it and know the ships status in a few moments. I hate having to call around for reports from different areas in order to complete the log entries. Yelling to the helm, what is the engine temp and oil pressure. Yelling to the main salon bulkhead, what is the barometric pressure, yelling to the foredeck, are the nav lights on, yelling to the helm, what’s our course, and on and on. All of this information should be within arms reach for whoever is completing the log entry. At least that is my opinion.

So, back to drawing pictures and adding to my list.

Ahhh the life of a boater, if you are not working on it, designing something for it, thinking about how to improve something, repairing something, cleaning something, scrubbing, sanding, staining, drilling, filling, painting, scraping, dreaming, wishing, hoping or planning. You might actually get a chance to sail! But look at the time, can’t go sailing today, gotta go back to work to pay for all of this fun. 😉

If your boat is in the water, remember to schedule some time to enjoy it as well as all of the fixing!

Recycling Aboard

I am going to stand on my soapbox for a minute. As opposed to all of the other times I have as well. We live in a disposable society. We buy things and when we get tired of them we throw them away and our landfills are overflowing. I have heard it said that there is not a beach left in the world that does not have traces of human garbage washed ashore. We are all responsible for this. We say that our generation is leading the way in recycling but we are fooling ourselves. Our grandparents were the ones who recycled. My grandmother as an example used to wash out the plastic bags that milk came in and hang them over the sink on a little line to dry. She would then use them to freeze leftovers in. This was before the days of ziplock baggies. Food was preserved in glass jars and stowed away in a cold cellar that did not require any electricity. The farther back in history you go, the more recycling you discover. Things were simply to expensive to throw them out. We have this all wrong. If we want to make a positive impact, stop buying new things. Find creative ways to use the stuff you already have, and when it isn’t as shiny and new as it was when you bought it, find another use for it. If it is a little worn, turn it into something else, and when that wears away, use the leftovers again.

Okay, enough preaching. We have about 16 miles of used rope that came with Akupara. Of course all of it needs to be replaced as it is sun beaten, dirty, frayed and in some cases down right dangerous. And yet we dragged all 16 miles of it home and piled it up in the basement. Why? Because I have another use for it that’s why!

I spent 3 hours today on the kitchen floor, repurposing that old rope, and now we have 2 nice mats for Akupara. Not only do we have mats, but I also contributed to saving the planet a little bit by not going out and buying a fancy dancy Welcome mat from the nearest nautical jewellery store made most likely out of plastic. Ya they may not be perfectly white, and they may take a little while to soften out but, they make great mats! I mean come on, you wipe your shoes on them anyway!

So, my advice. Take 3 hours of your day and use those old sheets that were destined for the back of the rope locker only to be eventually thrown away and make something nice with them. You will be practicing skills that sailors have used for hundreds of years, you will gain a sense of accomplishment, you will end up with something useable, and you will save a little bit of room in the landfill.

Mats from Old sheets
Mats from Old sheets
Ropework
Ropework
Tightening the mat
Tightening the mat
4' mat for the hallway
4′ mat for the hallway
And from the leftover rope from the big mat, I made a 16' flat turk's head mat
And from the leftover rope from the big mat, I made a 16′ flat turk’s head mat

Or if you really don’t want to be bothered, but you like the idea, send me your old sheets and I will make them for you, for a small fee of course. That way you will feel better because you spent some money. 😉

After taking these pictures I put both mats in the bathtub and they are soaking in dishsoap and javex to give them a good cleaning.

 

 

The rabbit hole…

Have you ever started searching a particular thing, I don’t know, like Arborite as an example, and after a significant amount of time has passed you come out of your daze and realize that you have been watching videos of cats and cucumbers or something stupid. There is no science that can explain the rabbit hole phenomena, it is beyond the comprehension of mere mortals and nevertheless, even though we are fully aware of the possibility of getting sucked into the vortex every time we open our computer, we still end up getting trapped.

Well occasionally the rabbit hole leads you to mysterious places that are actually useful as opposed to just silly. Case in point, I actually did start googling arborite and ended up watching homemade youtube videos on magic ways to clean brass. I spoke the following words out right. “Bullshit.” The Admiral knew full well where I had been for the last 2 hours, wow had it really bee n 2 hours? Anyway, I decided to try one of these homemade BS solutions to cleaning brass. I diligently went down into the dark recesses of the basement and found the worst piece of brass I have. The ships bell from Akupara. It is old, pitted, tarnished and generally in really poor condition. I of course hung on to it when we were gutting Akupara as it actually has a beautiful tone and I thought someday I might be able to clean it.

I proceeded into the kitchen, where all dirty jobs truly belong, I gathered all of the ingredients as per the instructions and laid it all out on the counter.

The ships bell
The ships bell

I mixed the ingredients as per the video into a white paste like consistency and painted it all over the bell.

The goop applied to the bell
The goop applied to the bell

I let it sit for about 10 minutes and then proceeded to wash it all off with a dishrag, give it a quick dry and put it back into the same position for the Results picture.

Ships bell after one round of cleaning
Ships bell after one round of cleaning

Wow, I was very surprised to say the least. This might actually be working. As you can see in the picture, there are still some bad spots so I thinks to meself, put another coat on it and see what happens. So that is exactly what I did. I was also so surprised by the initial test that I grabbed another ships bell and tried it on that as well.

2 ships bells. The left has not been treated, the right has had one treatment
2 ships bells. The left has not been treated, the right has had one treatment

And another batch of mush was mixed up and this time both were painted. I did not take a picture of both as they were undergoing the magic, but the results are below.

Ships Bells
Ships Bells

So why 2 bells you ask? Well, it is a long story but I will tell it to you. Many moons ag, the Admiral and the crew pitched together and purchased me the ships bell on the left in the picture. This ships bell has been on several of our boats now, it is not engraved so I don’t think I am breaking any major voodoo rules. When we sold Kismet, I mounted the bell outside of our front door. My uncle always had a big brass ships bell on the door to his house as well. I bet it is still hanging there. Anyway, the part of the story that I skipped is that there really is not a lot of room on small boats to have these types of luxuries so on Mara our Alberg 30, the ships bell was actually mounted in the head and so the tradition started that, the ships bell is rung every time there is a deposit made, if you get my drift. I know it’s gross, but hey, you have to laugh. So, coming back to Akupara, since we have 2 heads, it is only fitting that we have 2 ships bells. That way, all aboard will be notified regardless of which head is used.

The final pictures I am posting are totally misleading. I am not sure what I did to my camera, or if I changed the lighting conditions or what, but believe me when I tell you, the ships bell is not silver as it appears in the picture, it is still brass in colour.

After the final magic session of goop, and the picture above, I gave the bell about a 20 minute polish with a little bit of Brasso just to see if I could get the shine to come up. It came up a lot but of course would be a lot better if I had a mechanical polisher to do the job for me.

The polished ships bell
The polished ships bell

So, the magic formula is flour, salt and vinegar. I took 3 handfuls of flour, free poured the salt, and mixed in vinegar until I thought it was the right consistency to paint on.

The 2nd batch I mixed up, I think I could have used a bit more vinegar but it worked either way.

So, in the end, sometimes the rabbit hole can lead to good places, now, where was that cat video again?

 

For those of you out there who are going to tell me that I am ruining the finish, or changing the electro static variables of the molecular structure or….I don’t care, it’s shiny! 😉

 

 

 

Akupara in days gone by…

We do not know a lot about Akupara’s history prior to us becoming her care taker, other than what we learned from the gentleman we purchased her from, and the story goes something like this.

At some point in Akupara’s history she sailed from Whitby Ontario to the Caribbean where she spent a considerable amount of time. This is evidenced by a lot of the well used ensigns we discovered in the bowels of Akupara from many different places. Eventually she must have either been sailed or perhaps trucked over to the Pacific side of Mexico where the gentleman we bought her from had bought her several years before. He spent a couple of years sailing and motoring around the Sea of Cortes and actually spent a fair amount of time at the Marina Riviera Nayarit at La Cruz, which is where we visited last month when we were in Mexico.

It is a weird feeling to know that our boat has actually lived some of the dreams that we now have for her. It is comforting to know that Akupara has been there and done that. Hopefully when our time comes, she will be able to remember her previous travels and guide us safely on our way.

From all of the research and documentation that I have completed thus far. This is Akupara’s 4th major refit which seems just about right on a 40 year old boat.

When the time comes for us to sell Akupara, I hope she will be in pristine condition so that the next owners will not have to be as extensive in their renovations.

For anyone who is interested, the previous owner to us maintained a blog from his time in Mexico the beginning of which can be found here http://www.sailblogs.com/member/akupara/?xjMsgID=78227

 

Why a Whitby 42?

Thank you David for asking this question!

So why did we chose a Whitby 42? There are a myriad of choices out there that would have met our requirements in one form or another and at one time or another we have seriously considered most of them. I will try my best to outline how and why we arrived at the choice of a Whitby 42. A lot of what follows may or may not be 100% accurate in that all of the choices you make are based on your experiences and your desires and personal taste has a habit of clouding ones judgement at times.

The first time I seriously decided we were going to become blow boaters I remember quite well as the Admiral does I am sure. It was during the middle of the night as we were adrift in the North Channel of Lake Huron in our first boat, a 14′ runabout, after the engine had caught fire. We were cold, the wind was howling, I almost lost Andrea overboard, the waves were gigantic compared to our little boat to the point that we had to lay down on the sole in order to lower our center of gravity and keep the boat from capsizing. As I was laying there I said to myself, never again. The next time something like this happens we will have a proper head so that we won’t lose anyone overboard as they hang off the side in order to relieve their bladder. We will have proper berths that we can lie down in. We will have a galley where we can at least make a pot of coffee and for heavens sake, people have travelled the globe under sail, if we had a sailboat now, we could still get to our destination despite not having an engine. And so it began.

Once we made it out of that ordeal, the research began. Hours upon hours upon hours of searching the internet. Reading everything I possibly could about sailing and sailboats. I had piles of printouts of specs on different boats and I started to learn quite a bit about them, the different characteristics of fin versus full keels, capsize ratios, theoretical hull speed, design elements, and on and on. I read every book that the library and all of the surrounding libraries had on sailing. The only one that I never made it completely through was Sail Power by  Wallace Ross. So I bought a copy and promised myself I would finish it. Not to brag or sound boastful but I was starting to learn a hell of a lot and I was applying that knowledge to my selection process.

Now reality is always a bitch of course and as a young family we didn’t have unlimited funds to go out and buy our dream boat so in that first year I probably travelled to see over 100 used sailboats on the weekends. I looked at everything from Hughes 29’s a block a way from where we lived to Alberg 35’s just outside of Chicago. Every boat I looked at I took a lot of pictures and I added these to my ever growing stack of research material.

During all of my research one boat in particular kept rising to the top of the pile as I evaluated from different angles and no matter how I approached the subject, the Alberg 30 was always at the top. In those days the market was strong and a used Alberg 30 in good shape was in the $30000 price range. This was my ultimate, end of all ends, never to be replaced gold standard. I could taste it. I spent every night going over every square inch of the Alberg 30 in my mind. I printed out a picture of a nice A30 with a dark blue hull and I taped it onto the back of our bedroom door. Every morning and every night it would be the last thing I saw and I promised myself we would own one. The Alberg 30 by the way was one of the boats I had never been on in all of my searching. By the way, $30000 might as well have been $300000000 as we did not have it and in all likelihood in those days never would have it.

So as luck would have it we stumbled across our first sailboat on a trailer on the side of the highway with a for sale sign on it. We could just scrape together enough money to buy it and so we did. It was a British made Halcyon 23. Great little boat although very small. We spent every weekend on it as a family including the dog. You could not stand up inside but it had everything on my list. A coleman stove inside. A porta potty under the v berth and 4 berths to lay down in. Okay guys, here is the key. Pay attention now if you are at this point in your boating life. The Admiral hit her head inside. Not once, but every bloody time she went below in a crouched position. After one particularly good encounter with the cabin top, she uttered the words “we need a bigger boat!” There it was. Our fate was sealed. I was adamant that Sea Gypsy was all we needed and we would be perfectly fine but once she had let it slip, she could not back down. Anyway at the same time there were 2 boats in the marina that I was falling in live with. Carillon, a beautiful Alberg 30 and Moonshine, a CT 41 that the owner had crossed the North Atlantic with. There was also ButtonCap, a Mirage 29 I think that I became good friends with the owner of. Bruce and I spent many an hour talking about the merits of different types of boats and their intended usage and my choices were continually being narrowed.

Okay, skip ahead 12 years and back to my explanation now that you have a bit of the background as to how my decision process started. As mentioned, we could not afford an Alberg 30 let alone a Whitby 42 in those days but sometimes in life things change for the better I guess.

So here is a list of our requirements for our last boat and a brief explanation for each in no particular order:

Full keel with internal ballast- better tracking, safer when you run aground, protected propeller

Internal diesel – no more drowned outboards

Ketch – easier to handle the sails as we grow older, more sail combinations for varying weather conditions

Full galley – self explanatory

Full head – self explanatory

Spacious interior (not to the point of being dangerous) – we need the space if it is a liveaboard

Lots of internal handholds – some of the modern “offshore yachts” do not have any handholds and are 15′ wide

Separate cabins – The Admiral insists that although we get along just fine, there is no way she will be trapped in one cabin with me for any period of time.

Roller furling headsail

Windvane self steering and electric backup

Moderate draft – the Caribbean can be shallow and we like to tuck into tight spaces

Big enough to comfortably have guests – the second head on the Whitby makes this even more practical

Large enough displacement to handle all of the gear and provisions for extensive periods away from the dock

Low maintenance exterior – read this as NO exterior wood. We do love the look but have learnt our lesson, we do not want to spend all of our last days sanding and varnishing

Electric windlass that can be operated manually

Solar panels

Proven offshore boat – Whitby 42’s are all over the planet for a reason

Proven resale value – in 1976 the asking price for a Whitby 42 was just over $100000. A 1976 Whitby 42 in mint condition can still fetch upwards of $100000 today.

Large Owners group – for help and education on issues with the boat

An aft cabin – to provide the distance the Admiral insists on – this also led to a center cockpit otherwise the aft cabin is typically very small and hard to stand up in

Affordable – it needed to be a project boat that we could regain some of the cost through sweat equity and learn all of the systems intimately

Small opening cabin ports, and lots of them to allow for a lot of light – large ones can be dangerous in large seas

Keel stepped mast – I have had issues with other boats with compression post problems

Roomy cockpit – we like to entertain

Refrigeration – we like cold beer 😉

Big – but small enough that either one of us can still handle it by ourselves

Good sea berths – closest to the center of motion as possible, the king sized bed in the aft cabin will be nice at anchor but I think pretty much useless while underway

Quality build – After owning an Alberg 30 we are intimate with the build quality of Whitby Yachts

Wooden interior – we are traditional when it comes to boats and mirrored ceilings and neon countertops just don’t do it for us

Simple systems – manual flushing heads – when the batteries go flat, I still want to be able to flush

Lots of storage – Remember my chart collection of over 400 charts?

Lots of fuel and water storage – we plan on being away from the dock as much as possible

Water Maker – same reason as above, and concerns over poor water quality in some of our planned cruising grounds

Dedicated try sail track – I still believe in storm sails

Inner forestay for hank on sails and storm jib – This will need to be added to Akupara as she currently does not have one

I can continue on but I think you can get the major ideas of why we chose the Whitby 42. And of course ultimately, the right boat came along at the right price at the right time. I am sure every point above can be argued 15 ways to Sunday but it also comes down to personal choice eventually. We love the look of the Whitby 42, we love the size and the creature comforts, others may think she looks like a big old turd and they would only be happy with a 65′ Macgregor. More power to them, and in the end, it does not matter if you are in a 23′ sailboat or a 123′ motoryacht, if you are both in the same anchorage and you are both comfortable and enjoying the scenery than you both win. Of course I will scream at you to turn your damn neon name boards, and 55″ flat screen TV off…

By the way, the Admiral has already hit her head inside! No bloody way am I falling for that again! 42 is the largest we will ever need, until of course the grandchildren….no, no, no – 42 is all we will ever need!

I hope that answers the question, why did we chose a Whitby 42. If not, let me know and I will continue to ramble 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Campbell Standards

We had a surprise inspection on Monday. We were totally not prepared for it and were completely caught off guard. To make matters worse we were actually caught loafing. We were not even on or around Akupara, we had decided to take it easy and had went for a walk down to the “other end” of the marina.

As we rounded the corner on our way back, there they were. Damnit we are busted! A frantic WTF glance was exchanged between the admiral and myself as if to say I would blame this all on you, but there simply isn’t enough time to make it sound believable, you bastard, because it is ultimately your fault. Or at least that’s what the Admiral thought, I on the other hand was ready to step up and blame the kids. I know better than to blame her. She may forgive but man she does not forget….

Anyway back to my story. Here was the admiral and myself and the crew in our best boatyard dress. Ripped jeans that didn’t really fit, old t-shirts, and grungy shoes. Covered in boatyard chemicals and dried paint. The admiral had a fine layer of reddish sawdust covering her face that highlighted her cheekbones in just the right light. The crew looked worse. Perhaps they will take pity on us due to our current appearance. I had my fingers crossed that all of them, the admiral and the crew, would play the downtrodden abused worker as if to say, he drives us to work our fingers to the bone, we never get any rest and he feeds us once a day from a slop bucket but we love our lives. Well all of the little traitors did something similar but they didn’t get it quite right. There were hugs and smiles and the filthy mutinous crew actually were happy for the surprise inspection as it meant they could get out of work I am sure, and as they stood beside the inspectors, they would glance at me as if to say, “if they take us we are going. No more will we have to sand, paint, scrape, and all of the other nasty things you make us do. We will jump ship right now and make a new life the Campbell Standard way.”

Try as we might, we could not keep the inspectors at bay. We made small talk, we talked about how rickety the ladder up to the extreme height of the decks was. We tried to make them forget the reason for the visit and ultimately we failed. With a deep sigh of resignation, I slowly led the way up the ladder, secretly hoping that it would collapse on me so that they would have to rush me to the hospital thereby possibly forgetting yet again. No luck. With each step my heart sunk as my mind drew a blank as to what excuse I could possibly give to account for the current state of absolute shame.

Let me tell you a little bit about the inspectors. They are former sailors who eventually went to the darkside, albeit at least it is a trawler and not a full blown stinkpot – and they still have mast and a riding sail so I will give them that. They can usually be found high atop the upper helm on their trawler surveying all of the goings on. As you near their boat I will advise you now to wear your sunglasses, if not to shield your eyes from the gleam, then to hide your tears of shame for the condition of your own “yacht”. Every piece of brightwork aboard their boat glistens in the sun and can usually be used as a mirror to shave with. You can eat off the floor, or the deck, or the bilge for that matter. Everything is spotless, everything is in pristine condition and the craziest thing of all is that never, and I mean never, are they themselves dirty. They must have invisible slaves who work non stop to keep their boat in the condition she is in. The engine room is immaculate. Oh my god, let me tell you about the engine room. Being a trawler, the engine of course is below the main salon sole and is accessed by a large hatch in the sole. Have you ever had a holy experience? You know, the kind that the movies have managed to perfect. When they begin to open the hatch to the engine room, time slows down. Motion itself seems to stand still. The birds flying over head appear to be ready to drop out of the sky. The dog barking down the street becomes muffled and the sun comes out from behind the clouds only to compete with the beauty that is the engine room. As the hatch slowly opens a beam of light blinds you and a heavenly chorus of angels descends to pay reverence with their sweet voices to the beauty that is unfolding in front of you. I hope you are still wearing your sunglasses although a welding visor would probably be safer. You come out of the trance typically way to fast. It is like something in the back of your mind snaps and you are hit in the chest with a cannonball all at the same time. It physically hurts to return and your entire being fights it. If only to hold on to the memory, let alone be allowed to stay. You were at peace. You would willingly die there. But alas it is not meant to be. As the hatch closes you return to your current body, and the sun slips away behind a cloud. The birds do not fall and continue on their way, the dog that was barking actually turns out to be the Admirals laughing about something that truly is unimportant to the knowledge that you have just been entrusted to care for. You are now a holder of the secret. As you are trying to impart what you have experienced later with the admiral it turns out that while all of this was happening, while your life was being changed forever by this holy experience, the admiral made a quick glance and said, “oh nice, an engine room.” WTF? I mean really. “Oh nice an engine room!” What does that even mean? How can you be so oblivious to things? I have had a religious experience and all you can say is “Oh nice, an engine room!” Did you not see the light? Did you not hear the angels? “Oh nice, an engine room”, I’ll “oh nice an engine room” you. You have to go back and ask to see it again. Maybe you didn’t actually look.

I had to step away from the keyboard for a few minutes, sorry folks, I was getting too riled up.

Now, where was I, right, the inspection. Well, we gave the inspectors the tour and used our bodies as much as possible to try to hide the worst of things. It was futile though. There was simply too much to hide and our efforts were obvious I am sure. The inspection lasted way too long and with each passing second we could see the line on the graph plunging to the bottom, kind of like my last stock investment, anyway, we made our way back down to the hard and made a little more small talk. The admiral had a moment of genius and suggested we go for a beer. Ah ha, Liquor! Brilliant idea! If we can’t impress them or at least get a passing grade, we can get them drunk and hope that they forget everything they saw.

And so that is the story of  our surprise inspection, and now you know why in certain places in the blog, we have referred to Campbell Standards. It is our code for not being good enough, “it is not up to Campbell Standards”. It is our code for shortcuts, “will it pass Campbell Standards?” and so on and so forth.

Okay, all joking aside. Their boat is pristine and it is kept that way. They do not have to wipe away years of crud on the engine just to get to a bolt. They have obviously invested countless hours of hard work and not only is it evident, it is also safe. In my opinion, if it is spotless and everything is in its place, it is safe. There is never a moment of where the hell did I leave that because everything is where it should be. I can’t tell you how many boats I have looked at that claim to be in mint condition and yet the engine is a giant ball of rust. I guess it is too easy to just forget about it, and yet these are the boats that are the first ones away from the dock in the spring after not doing any maintenance all winter. A lot can be learnt from Campbell Standards. Pick your name, call it what you will, and choose your level of perfection and then do everything you can to surpass it. The last thing I want to do is crawl down into some godforsaken place wondering if I am ever going to come out again, just to make a 5 minute repair and you know that murphy’s law says that it will happen at the most inconvenient time. Never mind polishing your fancy knob if the core systems are a bloody mess. The fancy knob isn’t going to do you any good when the shit hits the fan.

BTW, I think we failed the inspection, oh well, there is always next time. And when the day comes, I will have a brass plaque made that will hang in a place of honor that reads something like what follows:

All who enter within, be it known that on this day, you are being entrusted with the knowledge of Campbell Standards, for this yacht has met and been awarded a passing grade, now please put on your eye protection and bow your head. 🙂

Miss you guys and all of the fun we had, fingers crossed we will be back at the dock next year!!

Old stuff

So a lot of people have the mindset that sailing is a lot like camping and a lot of those people would tell you that they take all of their old belongings and pots and pans and utensils along with them.

I am here to tell you the exact opposite. Do not take your old used dishes and pots and towels and whatever else you need, go out and buy new stuff. Yes spend the extra money and let me tell you why.

Sailing at times can be uncomfortable as it is without adding to the misery. If you surround yourself with nice new things you are actually more inclined to go. Save the old used stuff for home.

We have been down both sides of this road and I can promise you, that breaking out the fine china after a hard day is a lot more enjoyable than the mismatched plastic plates that you dug out of the bowels of your cupboards at home.

We have taken this to a new level, the last time we bought and outfitted a sailboat we went all out. Right down to brand new fluffy white towels and beautiful wine glasses. We brought our fine cutlery that was given to us as a wedding present and used it case and all in Kismet. And let me tell you, when you are a bit tired,  a bit cranky, and a bit cold, there is nothing like sitting down to a nice hot meal that is presented on your best china, with a nice bottle of wine to pour into your crystal wine glasses, after taking a hot shower and drying off in a big white fluffy towel. We are out here to enjoy life, have great experiences, and wonderful memories. Why ruin that with old used dirty stuff that you wouldn’t use at home. And one last thing, the extra 5 minutes taken to present food properly will go miles in making yourself feel more comfortable and content and in creating those wonderful memories.

And guys. Speaking from experience, if you want your significant other to spend more time on the boat with you. Make it so special and comfortable that she wants to go.

Of course be forewarned. She may not want to leave or worse yet, you may find her taking mental health days from work and not telling you only to sit in the luxury that you have created.

In all honesty, life is too short. Do whatever you have to do to make it as enjoyable as ever. And when you come by for cocktail hour on our boat, expect to be served in glass not plastic.

Backup plan?

So I am sitting on Akupara surrounded by dust and bits and pieces of boat, under a white shrink wrap greenhouse. It is 9:10 in the morning and I am already sweating and I haven’t started working yet, and a question keeps going through my mind based on a comment I saw on TV last night.

The comment was from a famous movie star and she was being asked how she got her start in the industry and she went on to tell the interviewer about her start and summed it all up with a final comment to the effect of she never really had a backup plan.

I can relate. I don’t have a backup plan either. I guess the backup plan would be to sell Akupara, downsize to a small apartment when the kids leave and spend the rest of our days living the dream. What that dream means to me is perpetual punishment and I am unable to wrap my head around it which I guess also means I would spend the rest of my days depressed and angry for never having accomished MY dream.

The interviewer remarked to her that is the only way to go if you truly want to be successful at something and it obviously worked for her. Here is praying that it works for us as well.

And with that, back to work, on my “backup” plan.

“That guy”

"that" guy.
“that” guy.

Sometimes I really have to wonder about myself and why I seem to attract certain kinds of people. I also have to wonder to myself, what makes these certain kinds of people want to share their advice with me.

Let me back up and shed a little light on this.

Every boatyard, marina, yacht club, coffee shop, bar, and workplace has one I am sure of it. You might even know the guy. He is by all appearances a nice guy, non threatening, somewhat likeable, apparently happy and on and on. It isn’t until he opens his mouth that you begin to scratch your head.

If you are talking about jet planes he will very quickly interrupt and immediately dominate the conversation sharing his vast personal knowledge and expertise on jet planes. The fact that he has never flown makes no difference. He is the worlds authority on jet planes. Well, this is equally true for boats. There is always “that” guy, who knows more than you ever will, who has more experience than you ever will, and will always be, well let’s just use the word better than you. If you are doing something in an A-B-C fashion, he will quickly point out, and have some kind of story to prove it, that you are doing it wrong and it should be done in a B-A-C fashion.

I have once again attracted “that” guy. I was on holidays this week and spent a considerable amount of time in the boatyard working on Akupara and low and behold, “that” guy spotted me. He seemed friendly at first but within minutes he set out to prove how much more he knew than I.

Look, I do not pretend to know everything. If you scour my blog I challenge you to find one place where I have stated that I knew more, was smarter, or was just all around better. I guarantee you that you will not find it because I know it is not there. The entire purpose of this blog was to record the process of rebuilding a Whitby 42 in order to measure our own progress, share with family and friends, meet other Whitby 42 owners and perhaps start a dialogue about projects where we could share our knowledge. I also thought that maybe, just maybe, someone who is considering attempting a project of this size might either find inspiration, learn something new, or wise up and not start it to begin with. I did not start it to mesmerize the world with my greatness. Will I make mistakes, of course, who doesn’t. Will people offer valuable advice, of course, and I will take it into consideration. But ultimately this is our boat, our project, and we will do it whatever way we decide to do it and the outcome will be ours alone.

Several years ago at the marina, I met another “that” guy. I was planning on going offshore with my Alberg 30 at the time and the boat was obviously being set up for just such a trip. Well, “that” guy came along and proceeded to tell my a hundred reasons as to why I would be stupid to attempt it, hurricane winds, 60 foot waves, and I would never be able to complete it. Turns out that he has never been offshore, and basically has never been out of the marina. When asked about his adventures on the high seas he quickly went off to tell me all about his missed opportunity in life and how it was somebody else’s fault. Last I heard of him he ran his boat aground just outside the marina and had a nice hefty insurance claim to make repairs. Of course, the rock that he hit was never, had never, and will never be on any chart.

So back to the original question. I wonder if it is me or something about me that attracts this type of personality or is it just so common that it affects everyone? I am not sure but I think my Summer Resolution is going to be to immediately call bull shit from now own, and get on with my project.

At some point, someone may realize that I do actually have a grain of knowledge about what I am doing, and I do have a plan on how to get it done. I may not be right, and I am sure there are a 100 better ways, but let’s just agree that if you are going to start impressing me with all of your knowledge, I am going to call bull shit and walk away. So in order to avoid the potential uncomfortable moment, perhaps save it for someone else.

That being said, if you are looking to share, please go ahead, if you are looking to impress, move on.

Damn, I really need to get Akupara out of this boatyard and into the water before I turn into one of these guys who’s boat keeps getting moved farther and farther to the back of the lot, or the Boulevard of Broken Dreams as I like to call it.

In case you are interested, there is a short video that can be seen. It isn’t the greatest, but it will definitely give you an idea of where Akupara is and the company she is forced to keep at the moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2maxxGLL8Q

 

Scary days ahead, but all part of the plan!

No Smoking

I have a very scary anniversary coming up in August and I cannot allow myself to reach it.

30 years ago on my 15th birthday I was caught smoking cigarettes and I have been a heavy smoker ever since. I do not remember exactly when I took my first puff, but the day I was caught sticks in my mind. I was young, active, healthy, heavily involved in Martial Arts and yet I started smoking. I still do not know why I started, it wasn’t to be cool or to fit in or any of those reasons but regardless I did start and the time has come to stop.

In my build up to this I have read a lot of material and one of the things that is repeatedly stated is to tell everyone you know, so what better way than to announce it here.

I have set a quit date of Wednesday July 29th, 2015. I will be successful.

How does this fit in with rebuilding a Whitby 42? Easy, if I do not quit, I will probably be dead a lot sooner than I am planning on and that would just make for a shitty ending to this blog. After all, the goal is to complete the project and someday sail off into the sunset isn’t it? Kind of hard to do dead, or with an oxygen bottle or with any of the other possible outcomes.

Did I mention that the Admiral will be out of town for a week and August is away at camp.

Paige – I would advise that you find something to do, consider this fair warning, run, run now while you still can 😉

Spare parts…

Well I am finally getting around to starting to sort through a lot of the spare parts that came with Akupara and a few things that I had in the basement as well. So far I have managed to sell my 8′ sailing dinghy and the old windlass off of Akupara.

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IMG_0407As I continue to sort through all of the goodies and not so goodies, I will continue to sell as much as possible. Hopefully put a little bit of money back into new goodies 😉

One man’s junk is another man’s treasure!

UPDATE:

I have also sold the Icom M710 and AT130 autotuner. I kept the Pactor modem for when I purchase and install the Icom M802.

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UPDATE:

I sold the ST2000 Tiller Pilot and remote that was on Akupara as well. Not much use to us as I plan on fixing or replacing the main autopilot aboard Akupara.

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8 screws, 20 holes

hmmm lots and lots of holes
hmmm lots and lots of holes

It never really surprises me, okay it obviously does because I am writing about it, as to how many shortcuts people will take. I have been guilty of taking shortcuts in the past as well but I don’t understand buying 10 opening stainless ports at $500 bucks a piece, ripping out the old windows, and jamming in the new ones without filling the old holes, and then wondering why your windows leak!

I will say that at least they used butyl tape and not 3M5200 to put them in…

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Paige and her boyfriend Fynn came to help on Saturday and managed to get a fresh coat of paint in the aft cabin, wow it is like night and day. It is of course going to get all dirty again as we continue to work on all the projects but at least it is our dirt at that point.

USB Plugs
USB Plugs

We were at Costco on Sunday and I spotted these little beauties. I had previously priced tem at Home depot and they were about $30 each but we got these for $26 for two. These ones are destined for the vberth but the more I think about it, the more I want to go back and purchase them for all of the electrical outlets in Akupara. I hate having some kind of device to charge and not being able to find the silly little wall wart.

It was extremely hot on Saturday so we did not manage to get a whole heck of a lot accomplished but it feels good to be back working at her again. I am also on holidays next week so hopefully I will be able to make some good progress. This weekends plan is to remove all of the rest of the windows and start filling some of those extra holes if all goes well.

And finally I sold our little sailing dinghy last night. I had grand plans of keeping it as a backup tender and sailing through anchorages on warm days but the reality is it would be one more thing to drag on deck, one more thing to store all of the extra parts, one more thing to worry about, and we already have two rigid hull inflatables, how many dinghies do we really need?

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Scuba…

What the hell does scuba have to do with rebuilding an old boat?

Well a lot more than you might think actually.

Tomorrow we are going to finally get back in the water. Not with a boat of course but with scuba. All of the family are certified open water divers and we really enjoy the few times we have managed to get out. Part of the grand plan is to have the ability to dive whenever and wherever we so desire. Of course this necessitates owning our own equipment and we are partially there, but we still have a long way to go.

Although scuba diving is considered a sport or a hobby, I actually consider it a safety skill. In the event that we need to clean the bottom of Akupara, or make an emergency repair underway, with scuba we have that ability. I figure that the I overall cost of owning our own equipment will be offset by the dollars saved in not having to haulout. And who knows, maybe we will even be able to make a few bucks diving on other peoples boats, or retrieving that priceless Rolex that was dropped off of the mega yacht when they reached for the glass of spilling champagne! 🙂

Paige and Derrick

Paige, Andrea and Joe

Back to work, okay maybe tomorrow…

As my previous post mentioned, we had a family situation come up that took up a lot of our time. My uncle was hospitalized here in Vancouver and my cousin Martin came to stay with us for what was supposed to be a week or so. Well, as with everything, especially boats, all original time estimates  need to be tripled at the minimum. So in this case we were able to share our home with Martin for almost a month. He is a fantastic guest and although it was a difficult time, with a lot of worry, we did manage a lot of laughs and perhaps shared a beer or two once in a while.

We are sad to see him go, but are sure that he is anxious to be on his way.

Start checking back again as the updates should start coming in as we settle back into our routines and get back to work on restoring Akupara.

Priorities

We have been rather quiet lately due to a family situation that is taking up a lot of our time. One of the things that we have learnt through our boating lives is that a big part of it comes down to how important family is and in this case, Akupara will have to simply wait until we have a little more time. Stay tuned as we should start getting back on track in a week or so.