We had thought of applying a few coats of Interlux 2000 tonight, but
it
was past 6pm when we finished sanding. So we decided to call it a day.
We have a 4-foot deep bilge, and since we don't have 4-foot long arms,
anything dropped in the bilge stays there. While hauled out, we've
managed
to get all sorts of bolts, nuts, wrenches and tie-wraps out of the
bilge
using a friend's wet-dry vacuum. To avoid this problem in the future,
we
decided to fill the bilge with foam up to the point where we can reach
the
bottom. To this purpose, Todd has been investigating various forms
of
expandable spray foam. We finally decided we needed dry foam that we
would
hold in place with the expandable spray foam. So when we saw, on the
beach, a huge chunk of foam encased on two sides with cement, we were
in
bilge filler heaven.
This piece of foam and cement was about the size of a couch and must
have
been part of a dock in its past life; it had washed up on the beach
next
to the boat yard. I sat on the beach enjoying the view and wondering
why
we hadn't walked over before now while Todd went into hunter-gatherer
mode
with a knife and paint scraper. He even brought a bag to carry his
booty
home. Who would have ever thought that beach debris would become a
part of
Mandolin?
We applied 7 coats of Interlux 2000 to the pad areas today. It requires
2
hours of waiting between coats, so we would work for a little more
then
1/2 hour and then take a long break. Not terribly difficult work, but
we
started mixing at 6:30am and finished our last coat at 8:30pm. And
then it
was time for the bilges.
While I painted all the coats, Todd was busy filling our 4 foot deep
bilge
with our scavenged Styrofoam. He had already epoxied and sanded the
more
forward bilge areas, so they were ready to barrier coat. When I was
done
with the seven coats we had more than enough to coat these forward
areas.
I had the easy job of holding the light while he squished grey 2000
all
around the bilges. I remember the fun I had of fiberglassing these
same
areas and knew he would have sore muscles.
It was after 9pm when we finally left Mandolin for the night. We had
a
bilge blower sucking air out and a big fan above our forward hatch
blowing
air through the boat. The fumes from the 2000 are quite toxic and we
want
them to go away as soon as possible.
We are trying to schedule Friday or Saturday to go back in the water,
but
found out Saturday does not have a good tide, so Friday it is. Also
we
asked what our final bill would be. Everything was correct on it except
they decided to add another $210 for sanding that was done by the yard.
I
explained to them that this was unacceptable since all the sanding
they
did was to correct problems that they caused themselves trying to cut
corners. We also need to let them know that we saved them a huge number
of
man-hours by doing so much of the fairing ourselves. I am sure we will
get
it resolved, it is just upsetting that they try to get away with stuff
like this. We will keep you posted on the outcome. I didn't mention
that I
might let the wrath of Ellen descend upon them if they didn't remove
that
charge. Maybe I will save that for tomorrow.
And then it was time for to glass the bilges. I assisted Todd by cutting
cloth and mixing epoxy, but he accomplished the difficult part of actually
putting it into the bilges. What body breaking work. He also painted
the
previously barrier coated parts of the bilge with Interlux Bilgekote
paint.
We had just left the boat when Grover and three of his friends showed
up.
Grover brought graphite oil for between the propeller and the propeller
shaft. So now our propeller is on! Hurray. Then Bruce and Elaine from
Iris
happened by while we were finishing the prop. We were interested in
trading outboard engines, so they had sailed their dingy over from
Marina
de La Paz. We took turns testing outboards on their dingy as Abu was
not
yet painted and decided to make the trade. They wanted more horsepower
and
we wanted less.
I then mixed more barrier coat and Todd applied it to the bilges. Ugh.
A
long exhausting day indeed.
I dug into my wallet and Todd's wallet and then found a bit more money
in
our backpacks aboard Cutter Jones so I could pay the bill in cash.
Todd
had agreed with Eduardo to pay the full bill and then for us to return
at
a later date for the money they owed us for our stolen sandals. I didn't
like this agreement and was thinking up all sorts of reasons why the
money
needed to be taken off of our bill. Many possible conversations ran
through my mind while gathering the cash. I decided to be as pleasant
as
possible and put on the slightly stupid "gee, I just don't understand"
act
until I got my way.
Luckily, it was far easier than I had feared. Eduardo told me the final
bill was $449.00USD. I said, "Yes, minus the $100 dollars for the shoes."
"Oh, that is how you would like to do it?" Eduardo asked.
"Yes, please, that's how I would like to do it." I replied.
And that was that. He charged us $349USD converted into Mexican Pesos
at
an excellent exchange rate. Cool.
And then it was time to go back in the water. By the time I left the
office, the tractor and trailer that moves boats was on its way to
Mandolin. We watched while they removed stands and back the trailer
under
Mandolin. It's very scary to watch the weight of your vessel get
transferred from stands to trailer. After working so hard, we were
praying
that nothing would go wrong at this point.
Then it was time for Todd and I to go aboard, the ladder to come off
and
Mandolin to get driven through the yard. We stowed as much as we could
down below to get our cockpit usable. Our friends told us when the
rudder
was touching water and then the keel and then the prop. We threw docklines
to our friend on the ways. I felt the stern begin to float off the
trailer
as Todd ran around down below checking thruhulls for possible leaks.
Everyone was congratulating us on floating, but we had to make sure
we
weren't sinking. Todd gave the all clear and we were truly floating
and
safe at last.
The engine kicked over on our second try. Brown ucky water came out
the
exhaust; I watched until it ran clear. Engine works. We caught the
lines
back aboard and motored around to a small dock to wait while the yard
hauled a boat out of the water. We planned to then go back into the
dock
in the ways where we would put up the mast. We docked, tied up Mandolin
and were met with hugs and congratulations from our friend. What now?
Our
good friend, Kim, declared a lunch break at the French Bakery, an
excellent choice. It was a chance to relax, rehydrate and refuel before
the work of putting up the mast.
Todd: Before we went in the water Chris and Kim from Jasmine Isle
helped
me paint eyes on Mandolin. The tradition is for eyes go below
the
waterline so the boat can see where she is going and avoid running
into
things. Now Mandolin sports a nice pair of Interlux green colored
eyes.
After we were in the water we had to move out of the way so another
boat
could be taken out of the water before we came back into the ways to
put
up the mast. In our maneuvering we backed into shallow water
and stuck
the bottom of the keel on the ground. Grover pointed out that
perhaps we
should have painted a pair of eyes on the back of Mandolin and perhaps
the
bottom of the keel as well. What a good idea, perhaps next time
when we
are out of the water. So now we have the first ding in the paint.
It's
OK since it was going to happen sometime, not unlike the first ding
in a
new car. Now we've got that out of the way.
Back in the ways (where boats are taken in and out of the water) we
had
help from several of our friends to help raise the Mast. Of course
we
couldn't do this before spending over an hour trying to run a length
of
coax wire for a VHF radio antenna up the inside of the mast.
After
several tries we were finally successful. Next came attaching
the boom
and it's bridal to keep it in line with the mast. After the electric
winch was hooked up we raised the mast. It was a wonderful moment
since
Mandolin now looks like a real sailboat again. Now it's time
to
celebrate. Ana and Rennie from Cassiopeia presented us with a
bottle of
champagne to rechristen Mandolin. The cork flew above the spreaders
before a liberal dowsing of champagne on the foredeck, anchor and wait,
what's this, Todd gets a hold of the bottle and pores it all over Ellen's
head. Ellen promptly returned the favor, and then got Grover
who has
helped us so much. What was left in the bottle was consumed,
followed by
a case of Modelo cervesa. Fortunately we had nine others to help
out.
Update: Mandolin has now enjoyed a cleaning with lots of fresh water
during our one night stay at Marina Palmira where we also had a party
for
all those who helped us during these trying months. Now she us
happily
resting at a mooring in Marina Santa Cruz Bay while we finish cleaning,
organizing and making her ready for the ocean again. Next door
(mooring)
is Jasmine Isle with Chris and Kim who used to be our neighbors in
Oregon.
Life is very good now.
Todd and Ellen Mandeville
S/V "Mandolin" - Cal 34
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