Saturday, 8 March 2014

Everyone's Gotta Have a Dream: A Peek Back, Glance Ahead

Everyone's Gotta Have a Dream: A Peek Back, Glance Ahead: As our 2013 boating season wound down, we headed out in late September, for a final cruise of the season. First I spent most of the day twea...

A Peek Back, Glance Ahead

As our 2013 boating season wound down, we headed out in late September, for a final cruise of the season. First I spent most of the day tweaking this, playing with that, pretending like I actually knew something about diesel engines. We had some company arrive late afternoon, just in time for a quick run up Penetang Harbour.

We started the engines as impressive as any time this summer, and they ran like roaring lions, as we un-did all lines. I pulled the boat out of the slip, and began our snake like route out of the marina. Round the entrance pillars, we ploughed toward the gas docks, for final pump out, and a diesel top up. As we slipped into fuel dock 1, I waited for the adventure. To my surprise, no stall, no threat of stall. No adventure! It was a flawless docking.

A few moments later, we were gassed up, stink free, and ready to give it a final run. Again, as we pulled off the dock, we were excitement free! We headed out into Penetang harbour, and revved up... the engine responded with a determined push. It was like Tranquilo was seeking our commitment to a return in 2014. Guess she had been left at the dock for too long in seasons past, and wanted to ensure we were planning to give her at least one more year.

We continued to the top of the harbour, where we realised it was getting late, and decided to head back in. The trip back to the marina was event free as the route out, and I began to worry that our summer of excitement was coming to an end. I slowed down, put Tranquilo in neutral, and anything else I could, to get a glimpse of the excitement that lied ahead. But Tranquilo wasn't playing.

As we entered the marina, the last dock supported a strip of about 6 boaters, sitting on lawn chairs, having a drink. It was as if they were there to watch an event. Not sure if this was coincidence, or if our reputation preceded us. If the latter, I'm sure they were disappointed.

We slipped round the last turn, into idle, to approach our dock, and nothing... er no stall! Into the dock slip, into reverse for a little burst, and still, no argument from Lady Tranquilo!! It was like a teenager not giving attitude about having to clean his room! I was stunned, pleased, disillusioned, and excited about a season ahead. It reminded me that sometimes boating is fun! We put Tranquilo to bed for the winter, the following week, and prepared her for winter.

Can't wait to tell you more about all the winter preparations in store, and plans for the season ahead!

Monday, 3 February 2014

A Season Past


So it's been almost a full season of boating since we last up dated. So much has happened. So many  expectations have been met, and some not so much.

Firstly, an update on our engines. We went out almost every weekend of the summer, through labour day. Every one of those weekends saw some sort of mechanical problem. Most of it was the engine stalling. In late August, I got to poking around the engine myself. I know about as much about diesel engines, as politicians know about modesty. None the less, I can read an owners manual, and have been known to poke around the Internet from time to time. What I discovered is that most diesel problems are a result of bad gas. Unfortunately, I discovered this after the marina switched out the fuel pump ($400), rebuilt the injectors ($1400) and tinkered with the boat for over 3 months.


Cedar Springs - Beausoleil Island
 
We replaced the fuel we started the season with, and added some Seafoam to help clean out any remaining residue. Almost instantly, we made progress. We headed out to Cedar Springs, relatively even free. Once we arrived at Cedar Springs, we positioned for anchoring, and stalled only once. Still once too many! Through the weekend, I continued to tinker, and discovered how to adjust the idol. I realised the limiter screw was loose, and tightened it up. We headed back to port, hopeful we had found the issue. We managed to go start to finish without a stall, for the first time all summer! However, we did have an engine warning light come on, just to ensure we didn't get complacent! After topping up the oil, we finished the trip.

Next weekend, we headed back out to Cedar Springs for Labour Day Weekend. The trip out was relatively calm, in spite of miserable weather. The engine coughed a couple of times, but no stalls. Starting to feel good!

We enjoyed a nice weekend with my in-laws. Leanne's parents, spent the summer deeply concerned about the safety of journeying out with us novices. Not being overly comfortable on water, it took us a full summer to convince them to visit. Once out on the water we enjoyed relaxing times on the boat, anchored closer to shore than we'd managed all summer. Sunday morning, we decided to head home, to prepare my son for his last year of high school.

The engine started, and we headed out. We managed to get the anchor up with little hassle, and less weed than we had encountered all summer. Out through the narrow channel entrance, and toward Penetang, we motored due to light wind. A quarter of the way back, another warning light. We had already discovered a leaking oil gasket, and assumed the warning light to be the oil indicator. On further investigation, I came to realise it was the temp light. Naturally, I assumed it was the impeller. Two weeks prior, we asked the marina to replace it. They took the impeller out, checked it, and put it back in, claiming it was fine, charging us $165.

I made a quick call to said marina, and believe a choice word or two MAY have slipped out. We put the jib up and used what ever wind we could muster, to keep our momentum, as I shut down the engine. We continued at a snails pace, but were moving toward our destination. As we crossed to main channel from Midland, to open water, and started into Penetang bay, the wind died. We may have still gotten in but I'm not sure my son would have gotten to school before the end of the first semester. As we needed a new plan, I recalled a conversation I had with our first boating friend, Cam, of Las Breezas, several weeks prior.

Cam had an impeller problem in mid July, and described to us how he was able to lash his dinghy to the side of the boat, using it to power home. I'd never done such a thing, but "lashed" was such a descriptive word, I was certain I could figure it out. We tied the boat on, forward, aft, spring lines each way, and started the outboard. I left my son man the dinghy, as I climbed back to safety aboard Tranquilo. As we picked up speed, I considered the possibility we might make it back. Suddenly we were at 5 knots!! Then we entered the inner harbour.

If you have ever been in the inner harbour of Penetang bay, on a weekend, you know it's a busy place. Factor in that it's a long, narrow harbour, being in a dinghy, lashed to the side of a 12 ton sailboat, isn't such a great place to be. What's more, I made a slight miscalculation in lashing the dinghy to the port side. It would be first to shoulder the large wakes of the many oncoming power cruisers. First there was a 35' Carver, heading past us, toward open water, as though there was a fire. The dinghy bounced, popped, nearly slid under Tranquilo, followed by a few more choice words. I issued a SECUITY that we were coming in with engine problems, dinghy lashed... many listened, and slowed right down. My already anxious son used more choice words, with others. My in-laws sat quietly, and Leanne expressed her feelings about two screaming maniacs, yelling like soccer fans! The conversations peaked with each of Leanne and Daeyten pledging that their "boating days are done", just before we entered the marina, sat beside the entrance, concerned for our safety.

For the first time in several weeks, I decided to captain this docking myself, and managed to secure into our slip, flawlessly. Even my mother-in-law said she was impressed. Not sure if she was impressed by my docking skills, or the fact Leanne didn't strangle us both! I felt it best not to ask.

We did what we've learnt best this summer, and toasted to another event filled trip in which we learnt, panicked, learnt more, and survived. Eventually, we each calmed down, and collectively decided none of us are giving up that easy! Then we did the only logical thing, popped a beverage, and relaxed in the sun.



Wednesday, 10 July 2013

A Boat in Motion

With one voyage under our belt, and a hobbled engine, we spent the next couple weeks getting the boat repaired, and geared up for the Victoria Day long weekend.

First the engine issue. The marina mechanic poked around the boat, and floated a number of possibilities of why the engine was stalling. None of them pointed to the costly fuel pump replacement, so we were happy to accept a less costly solution.

Having spent one weekend on the boat with the dogs, our experience was highlighted by the fact one dog, Auka, wouldn't even attempt the cabin steps. His only option was to sleep in the open cockpit. A less than ideal situation, demanding a speedy canvas enclosure. As we searched for a more 'economical canvas guy' we came to realise how small supply of a labour pool we had, at a very busy time of year. In fact, the consensus was there was 3 good canvas guys in the entire Midland Penetang area. Each was quoting in excess of $2500, and wouldn't start the work for at least 8 weeks. With a 'homeless' dog, having to bunk in the open cockpit, we needed better. After begging one guy for a quicker turn around, he put me onto Rick Kowalsky, who recently left him, to start his own company. Rick was looking for new clients, and could start right away. His pricing was good as well! One off the list.

Heading into the long weekend, I invited my parents to go out with us, in order to benefit from the years of boating experience my dad brought. We sailed out to Lost Bay, on Beausoleil Island, and turned into a crowded channel. As we motored in, we met our first boating friend, Cam. He was puttering around the bay in his dinghy, and offered to help us find an anchor spot. As I manoeuvred the boat... stall. After a restart, manoeuvre, stall. I asked my dad to take the helm, as I ran below to prime the fuel line, and Leanne screamed. Cam surely had thoughts of pulling anchor, and escaping the madness. But he stayed, to help us negotiate our first anchoring. We spent only one night there,  but officially got our first overnight on the Tranquilo. Perhaps more exciting was the fact both dogs learnt to navigate the cabin steps, and getting in and out of the dinghy. They quickly came to love going for boat rides, and runs on shore. Things were starting to come together!

Monday came, and it was time to head in. The engine started without hassle, and we had a light wind, so we motored back toward Penetang. As we got into the middle of the channel, the wind picked up a little, so we decided to put up the sails. Head sail went up without event, but as we hoisted the main, a person tailing the main halyard failed to keep it tight. Suddenly the main halyard was fouled in the winch, as the wind was pushing us toward shore. After wrestling to loosen the line, the decision was made to slice. The main halyard was already designated for replacement, so the decision seemed rational. Little did we know the resulting hassle that would ensue... but that's for another chapter. We lowered the main sheet, tacked and headed in.

As we approached the marina we tested the engine with some low RPM's to see what we could expect coming in. 1000 RPM, stall. I started the process of priming the fuel line again, and it seemed we were safe to proceed. We sailed through the web of docks, making the turn into slip 220. I kept the RMP's a little hire than usual, not wanting to push my luck, so we came into the slip a little quick. As the boat lined up with it's opening, I slid the engine into neutral, then reverse... stall. Tried to restart, and it was dead!! Knowing we were about to slam the dock, I did what any unseasoned boater would do, PANICKED! I tried to grab the dock, and still have the slivers to show for it! All the while my father stood ever fearless on the bow, with pole hook in hand. As the dock approached rapidly, he rose the pole, like a whaler prepping for the kill. He jabbed at the dock, and managed to still the boat with only a dented life rail, and broken dock board. We spent a combined split second trying to understand what just happened, before we all started laughing. Apparently it's true... better to laugh than cry! We cracked open cool frothy beers, and toasted to a weekend of no loss of life nor limb!

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Monday, 27 May 2013

Let's Get Started

So back from Cuba, I started the new job, and new life, part I.

We took possession of the boat April 27, and we had a boys weekend, getting the boat ready for launch. Some might call it slave labour, but I bought my son and his buddies, Tim Hortons, and pizza! It was a cold weekend, but we made the best of it. An army of heaters kept us almost warm. We sanded the sanded the below water hull, and repaired a few blemishes, before putting a very mediocre new bottom on it. Any real sailor would call our efforts pathetic, but the plan is to do it properly in the off season, giving us a shiny new coat to go away with.

The next weekend, May 4, was my birthday. I found it fitting that we launched the boat, and spent my '20-26th' birthday on the boat, for the first time. Once I came to fully understand that a boat is a "hole in the water, that you pour money into" I began to second guess the charm of my gift!

May 4th also happened to be the day we took the boat for the test sail. First up, we had a canvas guy come and quote us for an enclosure for our dodger/bimini top. It's scary how they see fit to spend money we don't have, as casually as I spend my time writing nonsense about selling t-shirts on the beach! Another $2500 or so, to find! Next up, Ewan Campbell, the boat broker, showed up around 9am, to accompany us on the test sail. Because the anchor went missing before we took possession, Ewan brought us a replacement, in lieu of the absentee seller. After a half hour of rigging the boat, it was nearly time for our first sail, but first, the name changing ceremony.

Ewan has sailed around the world, and is the man to see in the Georgian Bay region, if you're buying or selling a sailboat. He has been around boats for most of his life, and is quick to answer any question I've had. We were certain he would be a veteran of the re-naming ceremony. Shocker to find out that he's never been a part of one. Luckily we found very credible instructions on the Internet, on how to conduct such a ceremony!

We headed out of the marina, and drifted into Midland Bay, where we summoned, via Skype, those who couldn't attend in person. We called out to the Keepers of the Ledger Deep, to erase from memory, the old name, which can't be recalled by this writer. We offered a libation to those same keepers, in consideration of their efforts. Next we offered libations to the Gods of the Winds, asking for fair winds and smooth seas. The Gods of the Winds are said to be brothers, so we offered a libation to each of the Gods, Great Boreas, (North ), Great Notus (South) , Great Eurus (East ), and Great Zephyrus (West). We uncovered the new name, Tranquilo, and raised our glasses in toast to her new identity. I'm not sure what Ewan thought of our formality, but the champagne was free, so I'm guessing that's why, he didn't throw us over, so one has to think he was sincere in his appreciation of being included.

On to the test sail, we motored around Midland bay, testing the engines first, before raising the sails. The surveyor told us the engine was 'like new', and it seemed to live up to that expectation. We raised the jib first, and the gentle breeze swept up the sail, and carried us across the bay. After a quick tack, we raised the main sail, and enjoyed another lift in speed. Leanne, now at the helm, got a bit of a startle, as the breeze turned to wind, and started to lean the boat a little more than her liking.

After about a half hour, sailing around alarm set in as the engine would start, then stall. Start, then stall. Finally, we got the engine going, and limped into the dock. The marina had serviced the engine the day prior, so we hoped the mechanic could offer some insight. He explained to us, an issue of a non Yanmar fuel pump installed, likely to save money. He showed us how to deal with the issue, and cautioned that installing the original equipment was the safest way to ensure no future problems. We were planning to make our first run, from Midland, to our new marina in Penetanguishene, and he assured us we would be ok. We filled the fuel tanks, and started out... stall! We started again, and managed to get on our way.


We charted our voyage the night before, and almost convinced ourselves that we knew what we were doing. We set out on a course to the first buoy, then lined ourselves up with the range at the base of Midland Harbour, on the reciprocal of 152 degrees. The range markers lined up, and we were stoked!! We chose to motor for our first voyage, to give a long rested engine, a chance to get back in action. Leanne took the helm, and I sought out the markers. I reflected on the story told by Renee Petrillo, in A Sail of Two Idiots, and wondered if we had earned the right to call ourselves 'Idiots'? Soon we had found the buoy marking the entrance to Penetang harbour, and started in. If you've been to this harbour, you know the entrance is less than visible. It's a crooked harbour, with islands straddling the opening, creating the illusion that there is no entrance. The confidence in our navigation, was challenged to the apparent lack of an entrance. We proceeded cautiously, and eventually made our way in past Whiskey Island, around Asylum Point, and found the range markers at the base of the harbour. So jubilant were we, we didn't even think to use the range markers, to measure the deviation on our compass.

As we proceeded into Bay Moorings Marina, the reality began to set in, that it was almost time for my first docking. I tried to explain to Leanne that it would be good for her to learn how to do this... no luck! I slid around the break wall, through to the entrance to our section, and slipped into slip 222 with no hassles... except that we later discovered our slip was two over. But we were home safe!




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Monday, 6 May 2013

Here We Go!

So with the 'force' with us, we were staring straight into the eyes of boating season. First step, we ponied up the small pound of flesh for the purchase of the boat. As I sat in the boat, writing the final check, a surreal feeling overcame me. I was sitting in what will become our living room. Are we really doing this? Or should I say "we are really doing this!". All my life, I've talked about buying a 'grown up sail boat'. I've talked about selling t-shirts on the beach, when I grow up. But now I was sitting in the boat, making it real! What's better, is we have a plan that COULD work!

I handed over the check, and made plans to come back to finish the bottom, and get the boat launched. On the ride home, I finalised details for boat insurance, while also working on getting a motorcycle on the road and insured... another long sought item on my 'one day' list.

Everything was falling in place, almost as though life had a plan tailor made for us. That was until I got 'the email'!

Back in November 2012 I got a new boss at the company I was working for. My time there had already been tumultuous, with reorganising being a regular way of life there. There was reorganising of divisions, reorganising of responsibilities, and reorganising of compensation plans. That reorganisation cost me a LARGE sum of money that I felt was owed, but that's for another day.

The latest reorganisation meant I was no longer reporting to the person who hired me. In fact I was now reporting to a new hire, and reporting into a new division. The new boss came in at the VP level, from a much lower position at a competitor. For reasons I didn't understand, I never really seemed to mesh with this new VP. The fact I had won back to back Chairman's Club awards earned me nothing more than the comment "It's the successful ones you have to look out for". When I won a third consecutive Chairman's Club award I got kudos from most executives, but not this gentleman.

Fast forward to April 4, and things got interesting. I had long resigned myself to simply doing my job to the best of my ability, hopefully winning a 4th award, and getting into 'the plan' shortly after. Suddenly, I get an email enema, blasting me for trying to hire a rep group, against this gentleman's authorisation. Long story short, I discussed this move with him, he gave the go ahead, and I proceeded. Once he got questioned by his superiors, he either forgot the conversation, or found it easier to pass off the blame. Either way, once I apologised for misunderstanding, and explained that I thought I had clearance, it got ugly. It was later explained to me that I was dealing with a man who never admits he is wrong. Unfortunately, I am a man who believes in standing up for myself, even when tangling with VP's. I knew I was not guilty of what he was accusing me of, and wasn't about to let 3 years of great success be diminished by the accusations of a man of low morals. Long story short, a new job offer came before the dust settled on this mess, and I walked away on my terms, with a few weeks holidays, extra money for a Cuban vacation, and the satisfaction of knowing I took the high road against a tyrant.

With time off, and Cuba more than a week away, I made plans to finish the 'immediate to do list of boating season', and get the bike on the road, due to the unseasonably good weather. Unfortunately, when I went to get insurance, I was informed that due to a major speeding ticket in my past, I was unable to get insurance. Luckily, the 3 year window expired April 15, allowing one day of riding before we  hopped on a Air Transat flight for Cuba. Have I mentioned it's funny how things work out sometimes?

We arrived in Cuba around 10, and by the time we got to the resort, the beer was cold! Even better, the weather was warm. All that we could ask for. In typical resort style, we waited in the lobby for minutes, for a bell boy to show us to our room. We were warned that it was "too far to walk" from where we were. Once straggling arrivals boarded a shuttle ahead of us for the third time, we took matters into our own hands, and ventured off alone, to find our room. Due to my clever use of the flashlight I brought along, we managed to quickly find the distant room, that was located within view of the lobby. We quickly ditched the bags, broke the air conditioning, and made our way to the 24 hour snack bar, for a bad ham sandwich, and cold beer courtesy of the tyrant!

After a good sleep, we were up early to discover everything that we stumbled over in the dark, the night previously. The beach was typical of Cuba... beautiful! The turquoise water play out in numerous shades, giving way to dark patches where coral lined the bottom. The pool was simple, with a hint of datedness. This was much to be expected of a 4 star Cuban resort. Perhaps most noticeable was the many fountains around the resort, which were dry, or nearly dry. Our first impression was that the resort was left to neglect. Later in the week, we had about two hours of rain, spread out over two days, which left the fountains and ponds properly filled, and much nicer.

Our week in Cuba was to be simple. Mostly relaxing, and little money to be spent. Largely, we obliged. However, day three saw us catch a cab into Varedero. We shopped around town for a few souvenirs, and some pints. We came across a horse and buggy, and decided to take a tour. After a brief negotiation, we settled on 20 pesos. Later, we discovered it was 20 pesos per person.

We made arrangements to meet our cab driver at a set spot, for a ride back, and went there at 12:30, only to be left stranded. Shortly after, an old convertible pulled up, asking if we needed a ride. We quickly forgot who we were waiting for, and hopped in. It was an extra 5 pesos, but the ride in Cuba, in a convertible was well worth it!

Back at the resort  we pulled up to the swim up bar, and took in the entertainment. Perhaps the star of the week was a 20 something girl, who thought the world of herself. On this day she sat at the bar, bragging to anyone who would listen about how men just want to get into... well you get the picture. In fact, she went so far as to say the young man beside her, only wanted that, but went onto say it was ok, because he was nice. She struck me as a little self absorbed, and a lot full of herself. It was quite interesting when a couple days later, she showed up looking like a snake who was half way through the shedding process! It was even more interesting when the gentleman following her, found someone else he rathered to follow!

The next day was our trip to Havana. Many told us it was a must to do the Havana tour. Being a history buff, I knew it was something I would enjoy. As for my wife, the fact she failed history 3 times, left me with doubts. Before we even reached the city limits, I could see I had nothing to fear. Cuba is a land lost in time. The old cars, the old buildings, and the simplicity of the people, give you the impression that time stopped in 1959. The tour bus took us to the heart of old Havana, where this feeling is even more amplified. In standing in the middle of the square, you can almost picture the bustling times of pre-revolution, and the uncertainty of post revolution. It's hard to find a street that's not filled with the sounds of music, or a flash of the past. Some would be turned off by children, or elderly begging for money. It's undeniable that Cuba is a land of less wealthy. But it's important to remember that wealth is measured in many ways... monetary wealth is considered by many, to be far less important than other types of wealth.

After lunch, we walked through the streets, to the Capitol building, where they have almost duplicated the Capitol building found in Washington DC. Humorously, they ensured their Capitol building was a whole 5" taller. From there we loaded into a bus, and toured around the embassy district, and onto the Presidential Palace. The faces of Che, and other heroes of the revolution line the sides of buildings. As a history buff, I found myself questioning the history as told by our tour guide, but didn't feel it was the time or place to question his version. It made me realise how isolated the citizens of Cuba are.

The rest of the week was spent enjoying the warm weather, the beach, and the pools. One day we decided to take a walk along the beach, and we were advised of a resort down the beach, that used the same colour wrist bracelets. We decided to wander around the resort, in the interest of future visit, along with the fact the service at our resort was terrible! Before we could even get onto this resort, a member of their activities team approached us. Busted? Nope, he wanted to take a video of us for the presentation later that evening, "Faces of Iberostar"! We carried on, proceeding to their swim up bar. It was an incredible oasis of activity and luxury. The service was prompt, and the drinks were better. They even had a poolside ice cream bar!! We enjoyed a little more of that resort!

Soon it was time to head back to reality, and back to my new job. Our flight arrived at Pearson at 1:45 am, and I was scheduled to start my new job the new day at 8:30. We planned on staying at the airport Marriott that evening, close to the new office. Unfortunately, the desk clerk failed to recognise that Marriott's Gold Members are supposed to enjoy late checkouts, so I had to take Leanne home. After 3 hours sleep, it was a tough first day. The good news is the start of boating season is almost upon us. We'll save that for the next chapter!


Sunday, 31 March 2013

Want to apoligize to any followers for not posting in a while, but I've been having computer problems. Posting from my IPhone presents a challenge!

However, exciting things are happening rapidly! I will provide a full update as soon as possible!