A Boat Too Far

In 2005 we bought a 46' catamaran in Thailand as a wreck. We removed the cabin, bridgedeck, main crossbeam and all the bulkheads then completely redisigned and rebuilt her in Phuket over the course of 5 years. It seemed like a good idea at the time..

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Paradise ?

05 December 2019
Annette
Yes we are in another really cool little hidy hole, with glaciers, snow capped mountains and waterfalls but it's not always paradise. Right now we are riding out 45 knot williwaws, strong enough to kick up clouds of spray from the bay around us and to vaporize the smaller waterfalls tumbling down the granite walls, leaving them momentarily dry until the wind dies and they fill in again. Rum Doxy meanwhile bucking and straining on the reins that bind her safely to the trees, while hail beats on the cabin top like shattering safety glass.
But, in between the extreme weather, we go on an expedition. We put on all our warm cloths and then our “dry suits”, launch the kayak, peddle across the bay in a freezing rain and climb to the top of a moss soaked ridge. From the top of the ridge we can see across the channel to the peaks and glaciers on Isla Gordon. Then turning to the right we see the glacier that lies directly in front of Rum Doxy where we live, a huge expanse of thick blue ice from which waterfalls slide down the granite face. Continuing around we see another, larger cascading glacier stepping it's way down to a gravelly moraine which is surrounded by low lying granite domes covered with orange and green moss. Then to our immediate right is a third, impossibly steep, free falling glacier, ending in its own lake. We suddenly hear a deep rumble and watch as an avalanche of ice falls to the lake below. From the lake a river runs to the salt water bay, but not before the beavers dam it up causing the marshy death of the forest that was there before the beavers were introduced. Architecturally crafted wood stick dams creating black water ponds, each with a mounded mud hut off to the side. A Watership Down.

Seno Pia, Canal Beagle, Tierra del Fuego

30 November 2019
Annette
I'm sitting in my bean bag chair looking forward out our picture windows gazing up on a frozen river cascading from the belly's of majestic spires sculpted in ice. Mike is sitting in his beanbag watching Lord of the Rings as if he was actually here in middle earth. And I wonder how to describe what it's like to live on a sailboat now anchored in front of a glacier, down in the Beagle canal, Chile. The magnitude of this pristine, raw, wilderness is all consuming and a reminder of the power of nature and our place in it. We are here to observe and experience with all our senses at all times. It is exactly the things that make being here hard which make this place so irresistible and rewarding. A harsh climate, isolation. Natural wonders beyond imagination. Living a dream. Left to your own devices. Photos can not relay the energy that is so heightened when you are living on your sailboat in the Beagle channel.

Seno Pia, Canal Beagle, Tierra del Fuego

29 November 2019
Annette
I'm sitting in my bean bag chair, looking forward through our picture windows, gazing up on a frozen river cascading down from the bellies of majestic spires covered in ice. Mike is sitting in his bean bag watching the Lord of the rings as if he were actually in Middle Earth, and I wonder how to describe what it's like to live on a sailboat anchored in front of a glacier, here in the Beagle Canal, Chile. The magnitude of this raw, pristine wilderness is all consuming and a reminder of the powers of nature and our place in it. We are here to observe and experience with all our senses at all times. It is exactly the things that make being here hard that make this place so irresistible and rewarding. A harsh climate, isolation and natural wonders beyond imagination. Living a dream and left completely to you own devices. Photos cannot relay the energy that is so heightened while sailing on the Avenue of Glaciers.
Annette

(The weather sucks, but it's really pretty. Mike)

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<pre class="k9mail">[s]<br />[c1]p:54 47.79's:69 37.76'w<br />[t]Seno Pia, Canal Beagle, Tierra del Fuego<br />[a]Annette<br />[b]I'm sitting in my bean bag chair, looking forward through our picture windows, gazing up on a frozen river cascading down from the bellies of majestic spires covered in ice. Mike is sitting in his bean bag watching the Lord of the rings as if he were actually in Middle Earth, and I wonder how to describe what it's like to live on a sailboat anchored in front of a glacier, here in the Beagle Canal, Chile. The magnitude of this raw, pristine wilderness is all consuming and a reminder of the powers of nature and our place in it. We are here to observe and experience with all our senses at all times. It is exactly the things that make being here hard that make this place so irresistible and rewarding. A harsh climate, isolation and natural wonders beyond imagination. Living a dream and left completely to you own devices. Photos cannot relay the energy
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so heightened while sailing on the Avenue of Glaciers. <br />Annette<br /><br />(The weather sucks, but it's really pretty. Mike)<br /><br />Sent from Iridium Mail &amp; Web.<br /><br />Sent from Iridium Mail &amp; Web.</pre>
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Caleta Brecknock

24 November 2019
Mike
We have just spent 3 days tied up in Caleta Brecknock on the far Western tip of Tierra del Fuego. This is a small bay surrounded by 2000 foot granite domes that have been scoured smooth by ice and wind, and dotted with lakes, tarns and waterfalls. There are stunted trees growing in the crevices but wherever a leaf or twig pokes up from the protection of the rock it is sheared off by the wind. There are a few that try to make a go of it in the open, but they are blown along the ground so that a tree may be 12 feet long but never gain a height of over 6 inches, and ending in a tuft of tiny leaves.

We did have a little exitement when a storm passed close by, bringing gusts of over 30 knots into our anchorage. This is normally no concern, but when your stern is only feet from the rocks it adds interest. In addition to our anchor we had half a dozen lines tied to the shore so we did not budge, but we were happy enough when the wind switched and we could get back to napping. On the bright side, the wind brought dry weather and we were able to air out a bit and trim some of the mold growing in the cabin.
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<pre class="k9mail">[s]<br />[c1]p:<br />[t]Caleta Brecknock<br />[a]Mike<br />[b]We have just spent 3 days tied up in Caleta Brecknock on the far Western tip of Tierra del Fuego. This is a small bay surrounded by 2000 foot granite domes that have been scoured smooth by ice and wind, and dotted with lakes, tarns and waterfalls. There are stunted trees growing in the crevices but wherever a leaf or twig pokes up from the protection of the rock it is sheared off by the wind. There are a few that try to make a go of it in the open, but they are blown along the ground so that a tree may be 12 feet long but never gain a height of over 6 inches, and ending in a tuft of tiny leaves.<br /><br />We did have a little exitement when a storm passed close by, bringing gusts of over 30 knots into our anchorage. This is normally no concern, but when your stern is only feet from the rocks it adds interest. In addition to our anchor we had half a dozen lines tied to the shore so we did not bu
dge,
but we were happy enough when the wind switched and we could get back to napping. On the bright side, the wind brought dry weather and we were able to air out a bit and trim some of the mold growing in the cabin. </pre>
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Bahia Fortescue

19 November 2019
Annette
We are anchored here in Caleta Gallant, in the Straights of Magellan, 28 miles from the most southern point of the continental America’s. But, looking around, surrounded by alpine peaks covered in snow, we could easily be anchored in Lake Geneva. As we sail down this infamous straight, whether to port or to starboard, whenever there is a break in the clouds you can see ice fields and glaciers.
Since we left Valdivia 6 weeks ago our passage down has been fast and (relatively) easy. The reasons being we've had the wind and current behind us, like a magic carpet, the whole way down. The prevailing winds and current come from the North and West, and since we are traveling Southeast, we've been enjoying this free ride, but emotionally and strategically we are preparing ourselves for the dreaded slog back up against all these obstacles.
You can’t help thinking about the first circumnavigators and imagining how in the heck they even made it through here? For one reason every island, canal and mountain is named after these explorers and their surviving crew. Also, to think a little less than 500 hundred years ago when they began their first attempts at navigating through here, they didn't have charts, gps, motors, weather reports, warm clothing, food, radio, heaters.....sailors chose a life at sea because conditions were worse at home. How they must have suffered!
Which, again, makes me a princess. Not only do I have the luxury of all the things mentioned above, but every night I sit at the best table in the restaurant, with a spectacular view that rotates for my pleasure, eating fresh and delicious food, then crawl under my heated (hot water bottles are awesome!) flannel sheets and down comforter and sleep like a rock!

Puerto Profundo

16 November 2019
Mike
Once again we are tucked away, waiting out the weather. We are paying special attention this time around as we are getting ready to head into the Straights of Magellan, which, due to its size and NW orientation, can focus the wind and become particularly snotty. We are fortunate in that there is a lighthouse nearby that broadcasts the conditions twice daily and will relay the forecast if asked. It has been raining steadily for the past day, but in the brief moments between chubascos we can catch glimpses of the ice fields and mountains across the sound. We are backed into a slot in a small island with mooring lines ashore. The rock walls are no more than 30 feet away on either side with what look like giant bonsai sprouting from their tops and sides, reminding us of the temple gardens we saw in Japan. While the wind indicator at the top of the mast reads 25 knots, it is calm at deck level and we are perfectly snug in our little caleta, waiting for a series of fronts to pass so we can sneak down the Straights. We were planning on exploring in the kayak today, but, between the wind and the rain and the cold, it is looking like a better day to brew a batch of our Patagonia IPA instead.

Speaking of cold, when we arrive in a new anchorage we are usually visited by a small hawk called the chimango. These guys are very curious and will spend hours walking around the boat, checking things out, before crapping on the deck and flying off. The other day, one discovered that there was warm air coming out of the smokestack for our heater and settled in. Sweet! It wasn't long, though, before he jumped up and started picking up his feet, one after the other, and looking at them with indignation, wondering why they were so hot while the rest of him was enjoying the draft. He would do this dance for a while, then jump off to continue his inspection of the boat, only to return a few minutes later to repeat the process. Down here, with no TV, no internet and out of contact with the rest of the world, we take our entertainment where we can find it.
Vessel Name: Rum Doxy
Vessel Make/Model: 46' Custom Catamaran
Hailing Port: Santa Barbara, California
Crew: Mike Reed, Annette Reed
Extra: A "rum doxy" is 18th century pirate-speak for a woman of remarkable character and ambiguous virtue
Rum Doxy 's Photos - The Refit
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All of the old plywood and termite bulkheads were removed and replaced with bulkheads and ring frames made of Corecell and epoxy/fiberglass . This area of the bottom had some delamination due to pounding and poor sealing of through hull fittings, allowing water into the core. The core was removed and replaced with foam core vacuum bagged in place with epoxy.
As the bulkheads were removed and replaced the hulls were supported by wood braces that could be moved along the hull as work progressed.
The port hull as seen from starboard. Here the bridgedeck and cabin have been removed. The outline can be seen on the side of the hull. The cockpit is still there to the left and the main crossbeam can be seen to the right.
The starboard hull from port. The companionway has been moved about a foot forward. The braces can be seen under the hull, with the cockpit to the left.
The shows the distinct absence of a cabin.
The cockpit has been removed and only the brace remains. The new bridgedeck is being laid up underneath.
The new bridgedeck before raising. This was a single piece, about 23
The new bridgedeck has a camber of about 5cm (2") which can be seen marked on teh aft crossbeam before cutting. This is for strength, better wave clearance and water drainage in the cockpit.
The extension to the main crossbeam. This doubled the depth of the crossbeam.
Same view from astern.
The bridgedeck/cockpit is up and glassed in. Looking aft from port.
Looking forward from starboard.
Flora on the beach at Chalong. Each reader must draw his own conclusions.
Cutting the deck camber into the crossbeam. The layout was critical as there is a compound curve to the deck and contractor was only too happy to have me do this.
The main cabin bulkhead prior to cutting. Sabine demonstrating the ideal location for the door.
The outline of the cabin has been cut into the bulkhead. the framing for the foredeck and forward bins has been cut. The bins add quite a bit of stiffness and support to the main crossbeam.
The  mast step can be seen to the right.
The bins and bridgedeck from underneath with the stringers and gussets in place.
Stringer mold with stringer.
The cabin is up and the foredeck is on.
Starting to look like a boat again.
The shows the added strength the gusset gives to the crossbeam. It also shows the old stern configuration, with a steeply sloping deck an small steps.
The cabin top before trimming...
...and after trimming.
The windows have been cut.
Good view of the forward "workpit". All sail handling is done from here.
Showing the curve of the cabin top as well as the engine compartment access from the cockpit. The plywood braces are still in place.
If one looks carefully, one can see bits of scalp and gore on the braces as I smacked them with my head several times daily.
Bin hatches are cut.
The new stern configuration with a nice curve and 2 large steps has been cut.
Annette spent almost a week scraping and polishing the paint and putty off of the hatches.
The stern steps are in.
Deck hatches are cut.
The first bit of furniture; the steering pedestal, made in Carpinteria and shipped to Phuket.
The mockup for the engine mounts. Getting the shaft location and angles just right was pretty nerve-racking.
This ain
That
The new stern with nice, flat steps.
The rudder drums going in. It cost me many hours of anguish before I was able to cut the 18" holes in the bottom of the boat.
Port rudder drum with the shaft strut just forward. I made these of unidirectional fiberglass over a hardwood core.
Rudder drum from inside the boat. This shows the bearing race molded into the lip. I used UHMW PE for the bearings themselves.
Looking down through the rudder drum from the step.
Mike loves his shiny engines.
As it turns out the engines lined up just right with the shaft logs and struts. Whew! the shaft logs are made of fiberglass laid up over a fluorescent light bulb.
Annette loves her shiny hatches.
 
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