09/27/2011, St. Augustine Marine Center
I'm in Detroit now and posting this on our iPad so it will be short and there is no picture. Monday turned out to be quite the day. We got up at 6 am. We moved the boat to the haul out slip at around 8, as soon as the tide was slack enough to chance moving the boat with so little thrust from the prop. We were pulled without incident and Danny pulled and adjusted the prop again. The boat was then put back in the water for the fourth sea trial! I was assured that I would be back from the sea trial in plenty of time to get ready and get to the airport. I told them I needed to be back no later than noon. Bob, from Yanmar, came aboard, as well as Dave, the electrician, who was trying to find the source of the current leak.
We went out the San Sabastian River once more to the Intracoastal Waterway and headed away from St. Augustine. This time the boat moved well and we got up to the engine rpm we were supposed to reach under full throttle. Bob had Bud back the engine down to a slower speed. Suddenly Dave, who was poking around the engine with his meter, called out, "Hey, there's a leak here!" Bob went down to investigate. "Shut the engine down", he ordered. So Bud shut it down. After we drifted for a minute Bud had me go get the anchor ready to drop, in case we started to drift too far out of the channel.
I went down below and found a hose clamp and piece of rubber tube for Bob. It seems that a clamp had gotten bent either at the factory or during the installation and the water pump pulley was rubbing on the engine coolant hose and wore a pin hole in it. While Bob worked on a temporary repair I went back up on deck. Bud asked me to get the staysail ready to set. There was a tiny breeze and it was turning the boat in the channel. When the boat drifted around enough I pulled out the sail and Bud tried to sail it although we were hardly moving.
Soon Bob had a patch improvised and we started the engine back up. The patch held so we started back at just over idle speed. After a bit I took the staysail back in as it was doing more harm than good. We were now returning against the tide, we were going just a bit over 2 knots. The plan was to take the boat back to the middle floating dock, have Danny come back aboard, drain the coolant, take off the hose, cut it and put a tube in to repair it, reinstall it, refill the coolant and take the boat back out to finish the sea trial. It was already going on 11. Having no faith that we'd get that done by 12:30, which was my real deadline for showering to leave for the airport no later than 1:45, I decided to finish packing and take all my stuff ashore. I would skip the next sea trial and if Bud and the boat didn't make it back by 1:45, someone would have to take me to the airport in Orlando.
The repair was done by 11:45 and Bud, Bob and Danny took off. I sat and waited. At 12:30 I was just getting up to take my shower when I saw them coming back. I went and helped them tie off in the slip. The sea trial was done! Everything went fine. I hurried off to shower. Dave and Mark, another guy from the marina, came on board to continue the search for the current leak. Bud, Fuzzy and I left for the airport at 1:45. I arrived in Detroit at about 11 pm. The current leak seems to have been caused by a dead short in one of our solar panel regulators. Hopefully all is well back at the boat as I start the next chapter.
09/25/2011, St. Augustine Marine Center, St. Augustine , FL
Saturday evening the people who had our main and jib to wash and repair brought them back. Bud was upset that they wanted to wait until 5 PM and high tide. The woman said she didn't want to struggle down a steep ramp to the dock with the heavy mainsail. As it turned out there were five of us and we easily carried the main to the boat. It was harder passing it over from the dock to the boat than getting it to the dock. Once we got it on board, they proposed coming back Tuesday to put it up. I am leaving tomorrow, but they said that was OK. They left and Bud was more upset than ever. He really thought I needed to be there to get the lazy jacks back up. Lazy jacks are lines that go from our stack pack sail bag up about halfway up the mast. They hold the sail in place when it's lowered, so it doesn't fall all over the deck. In our case, they guide the sail into the stack pack, which we then zip up. Bud an I did take the time then to wind the jib furling line, raise the jib and furl it.
Today, Sunday, Bud and I decided to try to put the main on by ourselves. We used two halyards. We wrapped the main halyard around the sail (zipped in its stack pack) about halfway to the stern end. Then we wrapped a spinnaker halyard around it towards the forward end. I went into the cockpit and raised the main halyard. Bud stood near the mast and both cranked up the spinnaker halyard and guided the sail. Once we had it at about the height of the boom, I came out and slid the slides into the slot on the boom. We had to stop and let the halyards out every little while so there was enough line to let the sail slide back. Once the sail was on the boom and secured at the foot (bottom back of the sail), we unzipped the stack pack and attached the main halyard to the head of the sail. Then I raised the main bit by bit while Bud slid the cars onto the track. When the main was about 2/3 of the way up, I came out and we just pushed the sail up until all the cars were on the track and we could fit on the piece that keeps them from slipping back down.
At that point Bud hoisted me up in the boatswains chair and I carried the ends of the lazy jacks up and threaded them through the little pulleys on the sides of the mast. As I went up and came down I had to make sure the lazy jack lines were behind the spreaders. Since I go up in front of the mast using two spinnaker halyards (one as a safety line), that meant that Bud had to bring me up to the spreader and wait while I untied the lines from the boatswains chair (one at a time) passed them under and then over the spreader and retied them to the chair. I had to repeat that on the way down, this time passing them over the spreader and back under it. Once the lines were led, we tightened up on the lazy jacks and dropped the main back down most of the way.
Next we had to reattach the reefing lines. Bud worked on the ones in front and I did the ones in back. We wanted to raise the main to straighten our the reefing lines and get it folded better in the stack pack, but as we started to raise it we began to get little puffs of wind from the stern. The wind billowed out the sail so the battens (stiffening rods) were getting caught in the lazy jacks. We decided to just drop it back and tighten up the lazy jacks and zip everything up. It was about 3 in the afternoon by the time we got that done. Earendil is now rigged again. She's ready to sail except we need new jib sheets, so we only put one on it for now. The photo shows her with her sails back in place.
After a rest and a bite to eat, I did up the dishes and went and took a shower. I still had to do the wash and pack for my trip. I finally left with the wash just after 5. The Laundromat I usually use closes at 6 on Sundays. The woman at the counter directed me up the road to another Laundromat that stays open 24 hours. It was small and crowded and dirty, but I managed to get washers and driers and the driers worked well, so I was done and back not much past 7:30. Now I am all packed, but we still have to deal with whatever they are going to try and do about the prop and the stray current tomorrow. Whatever happens, Bud and I have to leave between 1:45 and 2 PM so I get to the airport on time. We'll have to quit work about 12:30 to get lunch and a shower.
I'm going to be gone until November 7, so Bud will be on his own again. This time he doesn't need to move the boat, but there are a lot of jobs still on the list. I'll keep posting to the blog to update his progress and anything interesting that goes on. I know he and Gary are determined to take the boat out and use it as a deep sea fishing boat. They'll break in the new Yanmar and throw out a few lines and see what happens.
09/23/2011, St. Augustine Marine Center, St. Augustine , FL
Our second sea trial was set for 9 AM. We set my phone alarm for 6:30 to make sure we and the boat would be ready. I imagined that the sea trial would take about an hour and we would have the rest of the day to ourselves. Our friends Ed and Karin from Passages (now docked in St. Mary's, GA) were coming down for lunch, if I was lucky I could squeeze a shower in before they got here. In the afternoon I hoped to pick up some AAA batteries for our new alarm clock so I wouldn't need to use my phone again. Here's what really happened.
Bob, from Yanmar called to say he'd be a bit late. Pete, from the marina, came down to tell us the same thing. By the time Bob arrived, we had everything ready to go. We fired up the engine, and it hardly ran. Turns out our little transfer fuel pump won't prime the new Racor filter. The whole top half of the Racor was filled with air, which was now going to the engine. I'm still not sure why we weren't getting air through the pump when we circulated the fuel. Anyway, Bob showed Bud how to top off that filter. Meanwhile, Danny tried to fix the throttle, which needs some tension put on it because the Yanmar has a return spring which the old Lehman-Peugeot didn't have. Danny still has to do some work on that, but he put it back together for the sea trial. He got us some diesel to top of the Racor and we were off. However, it was now almost 10:30 so I called Ed and Karin and told them they should probably plan on 1:00, rather than 12.
The sky was now looking rather ominous. There have been storms rolling around us for days, but only a few sprinkles right in St. Augustine. As we were going down the Intracoastal Waterway, I heard thunder all around. The engine was running very smoothly and there was no black smoke, but Bud still couldn't get it above about 3100 RPM. So Bob said to turn back, the prop was wrong and needed to be reset. But, Bob wanted to have the boat hauled immediately; get the prop pitch altered and take it right back out for another trial. It was now about 11:30. I called Ed and Karin and they were already in St. Augustine, so they agreed to come on over, and we'd grab a bite to eat while the prop was being done and then play it by ear. We stopped at the floating dock by the haul slip and got off until the arrangements were made. Then Bud and I got back on and Bud took it into the slip. I tossed lines to the guys and fended off the wall. We got the boat tied off and they brought the travel lift out and in position. Just after they got the straps in place they were all looking off to the west. There, west and a bit north was a funnel cloud trying to form. It looked like it was only a couple of miles away and headed for us. I saw it start to rotate, but then it seemed to loose energy and just went away. They lifted us up and forward until the bow pulpit was almost touching the inside wall of the slip and we climbed out. Since we have Fuzzy, we have to pass him out, too. I took off my boat shoes and had to walk back along the edge to our old dock to get my Crocs. When I came back I took this photo. That's Bob looking at the prop. When I turned around from taking the photo, I saw that Ed and Karin were there. I'd missed their call in all the noise of the travel lift and the excitement of the funnel cloud, but the secretary let them in the gate.
We quickly formed a plan and Karin and I dashed off to go get Chinese, while Ed and Bud stayed to mind the boat. Fuzzy came with Karin and me. We just made it into their car when rain came down. We saw it coming as a wall of white. When we got back after picking up the food, the streets were flooded and a lot of the yard was about a foot deep in water. We ate and visited inside the building where the marina guys take their breaks. We couldn't even invite Ed and Karin on board because the boat was still hanging in the sling. They left soon after, the rain eased off and Danny changed the prop. I walked over and Bob and Danny were having a discussion about the settings. Bob didn't think it looked right. Danny set it back to where he said it was when he started and then reset it to the new setting. Bob even climbed up and started the engine and put it in gear for a second while we checked which way it turned. It turns counterclockwise in forward, so it is a left-hand prop. That's how they had it set.
When Danny was ready to put the zinc back on the prop he asked me if I wanted that one put on. I told him it should be OK, it was brand new. He handed it to me. It was about half eaten away. Sacrificial zincs are put on boats because often there is stray current around a boat that could corrode a boat's metal parts. The zinc is what corrodes first, and in theory keeps the other metals from corroding. But that zinc had only been on the boat two weeks and was more corroded than the zinc we took off after being in the water a year!
The boat was taken back out and lowered, Bud, Fuzzy, Bob and I climbed back aboard (Danny didn't come this trip) and we went out for sea trial number 3. As soon as Bud backed out of the slip he could tell something was wrong. The boat had no power at all. He started down the channel and had the engine at over 3000 RPM and we were going less than 5 knots. Bob had him open it up, the engine went to 3600 RPM, and the boat didn't reach 6 knots. The prop was way off, now! So we turned around. Bob was talking to someone on the phone. We didn't know if we should take it back to the travel lift or back to our slip. No one was around by the travel lift and it was already 3 PM so we decided to just go back to our slip. It took Bud three approaches to get docked because he was coming in with the current and he had almost no power to maneuver, but he go it in OK.
Bob went off and said he'd be back in a bit. I talked to our dock mate and he said he'd had his zinc changed but there was no unusual wear on it. That made me convinced there was something wrong on our boat. I still had the old zinc so I set off to show it to Pete, the customer relation's guy. On the way I met Dave, the yard manager, so I showed it to him. He agreed that it was a problem and said he'd get the electrician on it and we'd get it squared away and get the prop fixed, too. I went back to the boat. A few minutes later Bob came back. He'd gone and gotten the prop manual from Danny and sat and read it. He and Danny looked again and figured that Danny had gotten the columns switched. The prop had been at 22 degrees and was supposed to be adjusted to 20 degrees. Instead, Danny thought it had been at 12 degrees and switched it to 10 degrees. With that small an angle from the vertical, the blades just spun, but pushed almost no water to move the boat.
So our day was gone, we had a very short visit with Ed and Karin, I didn't get any batteries, and I didn't get my shower until this evening. The plan now is to have the electrician on the boat at 7:30 AM Monday, and then to move the boat to the lift, pull it and reset the prop, and to do a final sea trial. I also have to pack and get to the airport in Orlando late Monday afternoon because I'm flying to Detroit! I'm mentally exhausted.
09/22/2011, St. Augustine Marine Center, St. Augustine , FL
The rigging is finished. That's Andrew, the rigger, coming down from working on the upper stays. He stopped to adjust something there, he may have been about to tape the spreader boots over the ends of the lower spreader. He also installed the jib furler with its new wire stay and tuned the mast. Bud and I got the boom on, then Bud ran a lot of the lines while I worked on the engine room sound insulation. Our old insulation fell apart on one of the engine room doors. We stripped it off both doors and the generator cover. It was already off the small door on the far side of the engine room. We bought new soundproofing that came in 12-inch squares with peel and stick backs. I fit and cut the squares and covered those four doors. It went on nicely (although I did get blisters from cutting it) and we hope it's effective.
This evening we put our staysail back up. We had to rewind the furler and then raise the sail. Then we used the furling line to wind it up around the foil on the baby-stay. Happily, we got it right and it wound up with the UV resistant strip on the outside. We're looking more like a sailboat!
I tried to take a picture of a huge shrimp boat they pulled out with the travel-lift. It was very warm and drizzling rain. I took my camera out of the air-conditioned boat and it immediately steamed up. I took about 4 shots and wiped the lens repeatedly, but none of them came out clearly. I'll try to get a picture tomorrow. I'm getting tired of posting photos of Earendil still sitting in the same slip. We see lots of progress, but I don't think it much shows in the pictures.
09/19/2011, St. Augustine Marine Center, St. Augustine , FL
We did it. We found a place in Jacksonville that sells hydraulic fittings. Bud took the Racor fittings up there and they had fittings that would replace those and connect directly to the barbs that hold our quarter inch fuel line. He connected everything up; we started the fuel transfer pump and watched for bubbles. No air bubbles. After 11 months the bubbles are finally banished. Bravo! The new, large Racor is shown in the picture installed on the far side of the engine compartment.
09/18/2011, St. Augustine Marine Center, St. Augustine , FL
Saturday we set out to determine once and for all the cause of the air bubbles in the fuel and to fix the problem. First we had to get vinyl tubing to run from our incoming fuel manifold to the Racor filters. That would pinpoint the source of the bubbles. If we saw bubbles in the vinyl tube, the leak had to be from the tank through the manifold. If there were no bubbles anywhere, the leak would be in the piece of tubing we'd bypassed. If there were still bubbles in the filters, but not in the vinyl tube the filters would definitely be the culprits. So we double-checked our fuel line. We have two sizes, 3/8 from the tanks to the manifold and ¼ from the manifold to the engine or generator. So Bud made the first trip of the day to West Marine to get ¼ inch vinyl tube. He got back and went to attach it to the fitting and it was too small! What's this? Is fuel line named differently than other tubing? Who knows, so we found a fitting in our spares that exactly matched the fitting on the manifold and Bud made the second trip to West Marine and came back with 3/8 inch tubing. I hooked the end to the manifold (none of this is simple, as you have to make sure not a drop of diesel spills and you're working either in the engine compartment or under the floor boards). Bud went to hook it to the filter and said, "This tube is too big, these fitting are different sizes, no wonder we had an air leak." Then we both said, "Unless it's hooked to the wrong fitting on the manifold!" Which of course it was. Duh!!!
Next we had to determine which of the two quarter inch lines coming off the manifold went to the filters and the engine, and which went to the generator. That involved me lying on the floor, following the lines with my fingers to the point where they disappeared under the floor headed to the engine compartment, and Bud and I alternately tugging on lines until we were sure we both had a hold of the same line. We replaced that line with the original ¼ inch vinyl line (again making sure no diesel spilled) and we were ready to test. Fortunately, Bud has a fuel polishing system installed so we can use a little electric pump to circulate the fuel from a tank through the filters and back to the tank. We turned it on; a bunch of air got pushed through the vinyl tube, then no bubbles. The filters bubbled merrily away. Just to make sure, we switched levers on the manifolds and tested the other fuel tank. A blurb of air caught in the manifold went through, then no bubbles. We had definitely determined that the fuel filters were the culprits! After 11 months this felt like a real victory.
Next came the problem of replacing them. Bud removed both the old filters. The replacement filter we have is about twice the size of the old ones, but we are only using one. I had pulled all of the food and the shelves out of our bottom cupboard in the galley that backs against the engine compartment, only to discover that it wasn't far enough over. So I pulled the drawers out next to it. They had no removable wall behind them; the back of the space was the actual engine room wall. Fortunately, the drawer was ¼ inch shorter than the space where it fit, so in theory we had a quarter inch to fit the head of the bolts to hold the new filter. I made another trip to West Marine (trip number 3 for the day) for fittings to make a 90-degree turn in the line to reach the new filter. Meanwhile, Bud found that the fitting he bought to fit on the filter to reduce it down to our fuel line only fit one side of the filter, they were different sizes. He bought half-inch, the other side looked like ¾ inch. He reached me just as I was going in to West Marine, so I also got a ¾ inch fitting. When I got back and tried it, the ¾ inch was too big, so back I went to West Marine for a 5/8-inch fitting. Unfortunately, West Marine doesn't carry a 5/8-inch fitting like that. The fittings on the filters are compression fittings; we were trying to use regular pipe thread fittings as used on most fuel lines.
In the end, Bud took the two fittings out of the filters and installed it as far as he could. We'll have to buy the fittings and finish the installation on Monday. All we had to do then was pick up...hand tools into the compartments in the aft cabin, power tools (drill and grinder) under all the stuff and the cushions of the forward berth, the food back in the cupboard, the unused tubing under the board that is under the charts that are under the drawer in the forward cabin, and finally the engine room doors. By then it was suppertime and we had had it.
Sunday we went fishing with Gary. It's the first day off we've taken since we got back to the boat on August 23rd. The picture is Bud, Gary and Fuzzy in Gary's boat. I'm standing on the bow with the camera. Fuzzy is wrapped in my jacket. It was cloudy and windy and only in the upper 70's and Fuzzy and I were cold! Bud and Gary caught no fish, but we had a nice time and it was good to do something besides work on the boat. It always amazes me how wild Florida can be just a mile or two from the beaten path. We were fishing about a quarter mile back from the Intracoastal Waterway and there wasn't a house in sight. If you ignored the boats that went by in the distance at pretty regular intervals, you'd think you were in the wilderness. Gary's son-in-law, Matt, was also there in his fishing boat. It was rough enough on the trip back that Fuzzy and I transferred to Matt's boat so Gary's boat would plane better and we'd all get less wet. Fuzzy and I had a very comfortable trip, Matt's v-hull boat planed very smoothly through the chop compared to Gary's Carolina Skiff with it's flat bottom.
Monday it's back to polishing and trying to finish plumbing the new Racor. Hopefully we'll finally lick the air bubble problem.