As a homage
to the great Maya Angelou who died this week, I’ve decided not to complain
about our current situation. Angelou said “If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude. Don’t complain.”
So this is
my story, with no complaints.
This week,
we have been blessed with multiple learning opportunities. We had intended to test the new mainsail and
our night-time navigational equipment with a 24-hour, non-stop sail. The weather was perfect and we were psyched
to test the boat and ourselves.
The wind
was blowing a stiff 20 knots with gusts to 25 directly in the nose. Great stuff for testing the mainsail, we told
ourselves. Curiously, no other boats
were headed out and we had the loch to ourselves. The loch master mumbled
something about being courageous, chuckling to himself.
We found a
wide spot in the river and hoisted the sail to the 2nd reef
point. We tightened down the sail as
much as we could and looked up in horror (wait...does that sound like a complaint? maybe I should say "wonder"? "amazement"?).
It was a big scoop ! The reef
points in the main sail weren't positioned forward of the pulley sheaves in the boom and
we couldn’t tighten and flatten the sail.
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| Sheaves too far forward on the boom to tighten the sail. |
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| Reef number 2, with sheaves in front of reef point. |
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| Reef number 2. Sheaves need to move back at least 25 cm. |
The river
was narrowing and a decision had to be made.
I won the short-lived debate and we promptly turned tail and headed back
to the loch. “Back so soon?” the loch
master inquired. While we were
describing our new discovery to him, another educational opportunity presented
itself: When entering a loch with a considerable water level change, block your wind generator so that it isn’t
spinning dangerously close to the cement walls and, if you have the choice, tie up on the opposite side. No real damage was done and it was a good
lesson learned.
Later that
evening, dockside radio (e.g., gossip) informed us that two guys sailed out earlier
in the morning to test their new mainsail, and they came limping back home 5
hours later with their sail ripped in two.
Old lesson confirmed: discretion
is, indeed, the better part of valour.
We made a call
to the sail maker, who gave us an appointment…3 days later. While this was initially disappointing, we
later realized that it was a stroke of good luck since our battery charger
(shore power 220V to battery 12V) chose this exact moment to die, or rather,
stop regulating anything. Of course we
didn’t notice it immediately. The
batteries simmered at 15 volts for at least 24 hours before we realized
something was amiss. After adding more
than ½ liter of de-ionized distilled water to both service batteries, we called
the electrician. Note to self: always have battery water on board.
Fortunately
for us, the electrician gave us an appointment the next day and also installed
our auto-pilot computer that had been sent off for repair over a month
ago. It was during this visit that we
learned: a) that the battery charger (a
20+ year-old German model) is beyond repair and a new French model (lighter,
sleeker, more powerful) could be ours for a mere 350 Euros after a 10 day
delay; and b) that our GPS antenna is not doing its job but the internal antenna gives great results. Note to self:
always travel with a small portable battery charger.
The visit
with the sail maker presented not only new learning opportunities but also prospects
for personal growth as we struggled to come to terms with what he said we had
to do. The short version of this tale is that we have
to move the 2 reef-point sheaves for the automatic reefing system further down
the boom and add two new stainless steel appendages to the boom gooseneck to
make the new sail work. This will
involve learning a set of new skills including, but not limited to, soldering
stainless steel, riveting, precision circular-sawing, and how to carefully
remove and re-set 20 year-old pulley sheaves that, we’ve since discovered, are obsolete
and thus irreplaceable. Note to self: there’s Xanax is in the medicine
cabinet.









