Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Fuel tank repaired in epic fashion

This is one of those projects I have long feared. The diesel tank on a Gulf 32 is below everything, and built into the bilge of the boat. Any trouble with it requires painful measures for either your wallet or your body. The tank on these boats is a generous 70 gallons, which is altogether wonderful except it makes the tank extra large and especially difficult to access or possibly remove.

Let me start with a little background. In this post I intend to fully document what I did and how I did it, because I know for certain this is a common problem on all sailboats past a certain age and like always I wish to aid my fellow sailors facing similar projects. I've previously replaced a leaking fuel tank on our old Ericson 28 and found that project straightforward as the tank was under the quarter berth and easily accessed. Not so easy on a Gulf 32. This project took a solid two months of time, and I estimate I put about a day a week, sometimes two, into it. It is now successfully completed on Aeolus, and I have the test of my repairs. I recognize there are several other ways this repair could have been completed, and I leave it to others to decide for themselves how they wish to proceed.
View of bow side of tank, showing lines marked for cutting. This was the easiest chamber to access. 

Beginning a few years ago, I n
oticed that when I filled the tank completely I would get leaking immediately. I was puzzled by the fact that I was not getting any noticeable leaking from around the fuel fittings at the engine side of the tank. None of my hoses were leaking, nor the sender. This led me to believe that I had a leak in the tank itself somewhere, and I thought it must be at the top in one of the welds or something. Some quick work with oil absorbent towels and the lesson learned, I stopped filling the tank all the way. Since the tank holds 70 gallons, it was never a problem to only have 50 in it. But I knew this was no good, and I put it on the list to finally resolve the problem of the leaking tank.
The general area of the stern side of the tank, showing sender location and area of hatch cut. Just out of view are the fuel lines in the tank. 

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

MLK weekend journey to Jones and Stuart Islands

We penciled this trip well ahead of time as we love to get away sailing for all three day weekends. On this occasion it was extra special because I had just finished repairing our leaking fuel tank, in rather epic fashion, which I will write about in my next post.

But first, the tale of this MLK weekend. The forecast was for stormy conditions and did not disappoint! We entertained a number of our favorite places as destinations: Tumbo, Sucia, Jones and Stuart. We had to head somewhere with good protection from SE winds, as that is the winter storm direction. We decided to let the conditions we saw dictate our destination. Sensible sailors we are!
Rejoicing in the stunning views of the entire world. This is looking  SW. 

We drove up Friday night and slept aboard, as we always like to get our full three days of fun on these weekends. Also, Amy and I have long understood that you are not anywhere, until you wake up there. Travelers know what we mean. You can fly your body anywhere in the world, in a day, but until you wake up there, you are not there. Your spirit, in some way, is not there. By going up on Friday, we allow our subconscious or spirit or whatever less overt aspects of our awareness catch up to our physical bodies, and when we wake Saturday morning, we are fully present and in adventure mode, not work, home or commute mode.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

To Jones! To Jones!

For a get away from our domestic decay we headed out to the wild waters up north, and when I asked my family which of our many favorite spots they wanted to return to they all spoke up with "To Jones!".

They had not been out on Aeolus since our summer trip in Desolation Sound, and as I am about to launch into a number of projects it would be our last trip for a few months. Over the years Jones Island has taken on a special significance, rather like a favorite blanket or pillow. We know it so well, and love it so much, it is a comforting place to have adventure!
Owen and our salty dog "Salty"!

It is about 3.5 hours at 6 knots from Anacortes to Jones Island, and we had to motor the whole way there and back as there was never more than a wisp of wind. People again stayed away by the millions as it is not July or August, but the days were warm and lovely, and we had Jones essentially to ourselves.

We stayed on the south side this time to gather more light, and enjoyed the weekend hiking around the west and east side trails and playing frisbee in the grassy fields. We even had luck catching a keeper Dungeness crab from right near Aeolus.
A perfect moment in time

The best thing about the whole trip was the time we had together as a family, as I have said countless times on this blog, it is truly remarkable how wonderful our family time is on the boat, and how common and mediocre it is here at home. We hike together, play games together, eat all meals together, and yet aren't tired of one another. The boys are always on better behavior for some reason. My guess is that it is simply a right way to live. Physically active, socially close, intellectually stimulating with all the nature and books aboard, and the knowledge you are doing something really cool.

A formula for happiness if I've ever seen one.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

A week in Desolation Sound does wonders...

From one Saturday to another we journeyed through the islands of Desolation Sound, British Columbia. We started from Cortes Island, and returned to Cortes island. Though we have explored the area for many, many years now, we continue to find new places, and new revelations. Our joke is that it is only rocks, water and trees. Yet those three simple elements combine in the most transfixing ways.

It is always less a journey through landscape than a journey through consciousness. The stories in our minds go from being about work and society and international affairs, to the flight of eagles across a blue sky, the feel of water between our toes as we swim, and the warmth of lengthy intimate contact with people you love. We go away, as we always have, to go in.

The geography is superlative in every way, and worthy of all adulation. Yet it is merely a trigger, or catalyst. Nothing is seen as it is. Things appear as we are, not as they are!

After time in wild, spectacular places, it is we who change. And it is less the spectacular that compels us over time, but the simple. The small beauties. The magnificent contained in the miniscule.

So I can relate the stories of where we anchored, and where we swam. I could go on for pages about the islands, trails, weather and nature. And that is all important, and fascinating. But it is not what I want to write at the moment. I would rather just say that doing all this results in me being a healthier, wiser and more peaceful person. Centered. In myself, and for my my family.

Is there anything more important?

Here are a few photos that show some places, and our bodies among the beautiful landscapes. Until we perhaps develop a technology that renders happiness, peace, transcendence, calm or wisdom on some media that photos do not, then we will fail to understand what really happens when we explore deep into nature for extended periods. The smiles may look the same as when in the city, but the reality behind the faces could not be more different!

A picture of bliss and contentment!
The boys at Walsh Cove being feral and fulfilled 

Mom and son jumped into the 75 degree saltwater, and were cleansed of their concerns!

Everywhere looks like this. Rocks, water, trees. Boring...

Just because. For people like me, the sky and sea...

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Delivery trip to Cortes Island: 152 miles in 2.5 days

I've just returned home from delivering Aeolus up to Cortes Island, British Columbia. A trip I've done several times now, and it never fails to thrill me.

The itinerary I followed was to depart Anacortes on Thursday night, making it to Blind Bay, Shaw Island. Friday morning saw me moving by 6am and I made it to Dodd Narrows with some time before slack so got in a quick swim at lovely DeCourcy Island. Spent that night in Nanaimo at Newcastle Island. Saturday I departed at 6am and powered all the way to Hernando Island right up the gut of the Strait of Georgia,   taking until 8pm to finally drop anchor. This morning, I did the short jaunt from Hernando to Cortes and Gorge Harbour.

Since it was a delivery trip I motored the entire way, especially since the winds were NW and tacking would have doubled my time. I had fairly benign conditions on this trip, with only some rough stretches leaving Nanaimo into a 20 knot NW wind that soon dissipated. That 3 knot SOG would have been brutal if it continued, not to mention the pounding into 3-4 foot seas. Later that day the whole sea was a mill pond off Texada and Sisters Islets.

No drama on this trip. Lots of time to reflect on what matters in my life, and how precious this time on Aeolus truly is. It is a sailing and exploring paradise up there and I only wish I could spend 6 months there at a time!

Here are a few photos:
Moonrise Thursday night was stunning

A happy sailor who got a quick swim before Dodd Narrows! 

A typical flat sea, deathly hot and not another soul. An amazing lack of other boats or humans on the Strait of Georgia. People staying in the city, staying away by the millions!

Approaching Gorge Harbour on Cortes Island. A lovely entry into a wonderful spot. 

Haul out in Port Townsend was successful

I really enjoyed my haul out in Port Townsend as it is the finest nautical town in Washington without the urbanity of Seattle and they are one of the last yards around that still lets a boat owner work on their own boat. This is so important to me that I cannot imagine paying someone to do the basic maintenance boats require.

All I did at this haul out was bottom paint and zincs. Nothing compared to last time! I found her free of barnacles on the hull, which was good, but did have some on the rudder where the prop wash had totally worn away the ablative paint. Given all the miles on that paint I was impressed. It had gone 900 miles around Vancouver Island and also a trip to Princess Louisa, in addition to all of our weekend and three day get aways.

Here are some shots.
A Gulf 32 hauled out

Prop had been scraped. Shows lack of paint on rudder. 
Zinc added and prop coated with Lanocote Prop stuff. I've used regular Lanocote with good results before. Wonder if this will last longer to justify the added cost.

Two coats of paint and ready for the Salish Sea! Ain't she a beaut!

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Aeolus North!

The hours tick as Aeolus awaits yet another journey north. Does she know? Can she tell that she is about to slice through the most beautiful waters in North America? Does she tremble with anticipation like I do?

This journey north will be a relief in coming. No matter the timing of any delivery trip, they always come at a needed time. Muir said to shed the routines of our lives and escape to wilderness to cleanse our souls. Amen.

Who will I see? What creatures will I travel near? What wandering thoughts will occupy my mind? Which version of my many selves will inhabit the dominance of my consciousness?

Together we will journey. A trusty vessel and a salty captain. In these days of turmoil, like all past days, the journey will release me to the star capped limitless everywhere.

What more do I need from a three day trip than a voyage through the Salish Sea?

Fellow sailors, wish me well. Not for my physical safety, which is assured, but for the journey between my ears, which is far more hazardous territory. And I am not troubled, beyond my angst of existence and nature abused. The hazardous journey is the challenge of being present enough in the moment to realize the perfection of all things.

The perfection of all things. When traveling the Salish Sea.