Kaimusailing

I had started a big post about a nascent outrigger canoe design, which is continuing to haunt me. I had problems resurrecting some old files and applications, boat design programs, due to the impending trip up to Crisfield. I always do something other than what I should be doing when I get stressed.
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The packing and drive 700 miles up to Maryland presented me with stress, but the car, the Constant Repair Vehicle, was a soldier and I made the trip within the projected times and I arrived only about 15 minutes later than Google Maps predicted.
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I didn’t know if the Catalina would be habitable. I had some eggs and cheese with me and had to stop in the local grocery store, Food Lion, to get bread and some other things. First I visited the only local Chinese restaurant in Crisfield and tried to order Shrimp with Garlic Sauce. They don’t have it. They don’t have Pork with Garlic Sauce either. They had Spicy Shrimp and Chicken for ten dollars. I ordered that and made my way through the grocery store, returning expecting by that time the Chinese order would be ready. It was not. No worry. A couple ladies entered the store and one said, Hi Andy, haven’t seen you in a while. I said you can’t sneak into this town, everybody knows everybody else. They all nodded and laughed.
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I went to Big Willie’s and got a box of Black Box pinot noir. The marina entrance was gated, I had the code, a black pickup truck in front of me didn’t and I could watch them try and try, then call the security phone number, then get access. I followed them in before the gate closed. Some security.
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I passed the Red Shell Shanty, which is supposedly the Boater’s Lounge now, all boarded up, I mean really boarded up. At my dock I ran into Andy and Van, a perpetual couple on a boat, power boat, or really, power yacht, up at the end of the dock. The no-see-ums were swarming and I complained, they only bite me, and Andy said they’ve been bad the past couple of days.
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I loaded things that needed refrigeration and other items to bring to the boat right away, in a new dock cart, how about that, up the dock, what would the boat be like, after 6 months, it could be nasty inside. It turned out to be fine, I had a lamp to illuminate as the beautiful sunset left me starting the fridge, putting things inside, getting ready to exhaustively sleep after 11 hours of driving. But first I must digress, the Chinese food.
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When you cook things in oil, you have to have the oil up to a certain temperature. Otherwise, the cooked item becomes an item soaked in oil. We are looking for crispness, but I was starving and somewhere, someone on the face of the earth is starving to death and would fight me for that “crispy egg roll”, well, they didn’t make it. I ate most of it while I was driving to the wine store, making an oily mess. Maybe the Spicy dinner would be better.
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The next morning I had to hurry to get to the marina rest room. I was afraid I had soiled my shorts. The end result was an explosive visit, forgot the code to get in, no worry, muscle memory had me enter it and open the door. The sign inside said please flush, of course I did at the end. I am glad I didn’t use SUNSPLASH’s head.
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What a way to start the day. I was afraid to make coffee or cook anything. I checked the teapot for anything unusual, the little skillet needed attention. Just coffee, no cooking, for breakfast, and it was early enough for breakfast.
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I calmed down. Find your morning pills and supplements, break out the loaf of sourdough and the new package of medium sliced ham from the market. I had a ham and tomato sandwich with coffee with some black pepper and mayo, not a bad sandwich.
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Wes, my dock neighbor showed up and we talked politics, you don’t say that at the American Legion, do you? He asked. Yeah, I guess that explains a lot. He offered me a propane regulator and hose assembly that leaked and needed disassembly and replacement of some parts. I declined.
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I wanted to treat him and his wife to something at the American Legion, he looked after SUNSPLASH when the marina called me in the middle of winter and the winds were slamming the boat against the finger pier.
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I had to clean some things up. The end of the hose was in the marina water and covered with slime, algae, and I scrubbed it. I reconnected and flushed the hose out. All kinds of debris came out and I washed them down the cockpit. I put the hose into the galley sink which had some debris of its own. The sink seemed to fill up and I jammed the hose in the drain and worked it around, then gave up. In a few minutes it had drained, but the residue in the sink was awful. I scraped it out with the barbecue spatula and dumped it into the trash, one load at a time. Keep at it Cap’n.
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I ended up scrubbing and cleaning with more water from the marina and cleared out the hose from the spigot, got more vile stuff out of the boat, either down the drain or down the cockpit drains. A lot more to do. The camp grill which needed cleaning got cleaned with the Makita cordless drill and a fiber radial brush. Try it. Then I started the grill to burn off anything on it that might be organic.
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I had pork chops and put one on the grill. These might be tough or not tasty. The salad ingredients brought up from St Marys were still good, an avocado, part of a cucumber, some baby carrots, and slim tender hearts of romaine lettuce. I chopped them up. The pork chop on the grill seemed reluctant to cook, maybe the propane cylinder was spent. I replaced it. I grilled and grilled. The chop had searing marks at 90 degrees, grilled twice on both sides, and I sliced it and added to the salad. The old dressing that I had from 6 months ago was still good, and I had a Neanderthal dinner, meat and some veggies.
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All the while I had phone calls and texts. The volcano in Hawaii was spurting thousand foot fountains of molten rock, thanks Bro Phil. Some of my contacts are not available and I wonder what has happened. Jonathan and his Hungarian girlfriend. I don’t want to ask. I am by nature a person who worries.
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While I was driving up, after a fuel and pi(ss)t stop, I rejoined I-95 only to see Chris and Irena putting along with their generic minivan and recent mini camper in tow. I was probably doing only 78 and passed them by.
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The Honda CRV can be made into a mini camper pretty easily. I could drive across country with my VA “America the Beautiful” National Park pass and camp my way around. The Hippie Gypsy. I can write that, but I am not qualified to be that. The stream of consciousness requires a stream, not driving around on land, just do your thing on the water. Think water, endless water, it is endless, in sense, here, on the Earth, from China to here, everywhere.
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That is my view of the world, not so much the mountains and such, but the oceans and seashores where people want to live and gravitate, only to be flooded or subjected to hurricanes, in other lands, tropical storms. You want to be at the ocean and the ocean responds with tsunamis, and other things, like the orcas, red tides, and sand flies.
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The skillet looked like it was rusty, I wasn’t sure what it was. What did I cook in it 6 months ago. I left it.
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I put the sputtering garden hose to it. Inside the hose, the sun has organized and raised some organic algae or maybe, over 6 months, the algae have succumbed and now are hard nodules of some brown substance, so the output of the hose pastes everything with dark green and brown specks, spittle from the hose, then we can rinse them off, but is it done?
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The skillet needed a big cleaning, whatever was on it, rust or maybe leftover organic debris including finely diced garlic. I scrubbed it and then ran the Makita cordless drill with a fiber radial fiber brush over it. Cleaned it right up. Hose it off. Heat it up with some generic olive oil till it smoked. Rinse it off again. Heat it up again, smoking, shut it down. Probably no microbes on it anymore.
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I made a salad with grilled pork chop. The pork chop was inadequately cooked. The grill was running cold. I ate it anyway.
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I stayed up late listening to the NFL draft on ESPN’s NYC feed on the internet, on my phone, no interrupting ads except ESPN’s ads. I fell asleep.
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The next day I had to make my usual ham and egg and cheese omelet sandwich on sourdough bread. The grill seemed to die out and I exchanged the little propane bottle, no go. I disconnected it and blew on the end of the gas line spigot. It had a fine mesh filter. Now the grill flamed large and I made coffee and the omelet.
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I took a shower in the L dock facility and went out to Pokemoke to get some things from Walmart and Dollar Tree. Dollar Tree has the Awesome cleaner that cuts through mold like nothing else. I also picked up more things there so that my credit card purchase would make some sense.
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In Walmart I bought Angus sirloin mini steaks and salad ingredients, like poke bowl, avocados, seaweed salad, romaine lettuce, roma tomatoes. I drove around on the way back, got gas, 25.5 mph, I rolled into town and got stuff onto the boat.
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I repaired a vacuum hose with Gorilla tape, mounted a new power strip on the port side of the cabin, noting the pile of dead flies there and the spider conclave above it.
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The late lunch/early dinner was a salad with one of the sirloin steaks roasted on the now aggressive grill, avocado soft but just bought, put them all in the fridge, what did I buy, roma tomato sliced, the romaine piled up, the dressing mayo with soy sauce, 2:1, needs citrus.
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I get this pile of nutrition in front of me and start consuming it when the phone rings. It’s Cornelia Marie, her hot water heater is out and she’s replacing the elements, can I help? I hurry up finishing what would have been a nice meal, it was a nice meal, and get over to the house.
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When I get there she’s done, did it all herself, and I ask do you need to take a shower while she’s bleeding air out of the hot water tank with dark splats of something on her forehead. She says no. Nori the wonder dog has been tending guard and howling at the sirens from the town. Cuddily texts me that she is waiting for a friend and going to the Legion at 5:30, no problem, then I realize that Teri who has no idea about this will go to the Legion and none of us will be there, so I leave CM. I get to the Legion and Teri’s car is there but no Teri, inside or out. The place is busy
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I sit and wait. Saddle Bred pinot noir. Eventually Teri appears. She has spent time combing her hair, apparently, in the ladies room. She looks the same as 6 months ago and I start telling her one of my interminable stories. Then Cornelia Marie shows up and Cuddily, with her friend and we go outside. It is windy and we get a table and chairs assembled alee of a corner out on the deck. I find out the side door from the deck is now activated with an electronic lock and I need a fob to unlock it. I have to borrow Cuddily’s fob to go in and get more wine.
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The place got packed, Friday night, the night we had always said we don’t want to be there. I was able to drive reasonably well back to the marina and wondered if I remembered the access code. A big black pickup truck was stuck at the entrance trying to enter codes and not having any success. There is a phone number posted so that you can call security and maybe they will let you in. The gate opened and I quickly followed the truck in. I wisely walked the bike up the dock.
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The next morning was painful and I didn’t do much. Do some cleaning, throw out some stuff. Cuddily called and asked me to call Teri to let her know there would be a scampi dinner later in the day. I spent the rest of the day with some boat design software that never produced what I wanted in a design. I brought a nice new spray bottle of no-see-um spray for Cuddily. All the way from Pocomoke.
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She had a large store of red wine and was in the process of methodically cooking a shrimp scampi and salad dinner. No bread, we’re avoiding carbs. What about the linguine? She cooked to perfection and we had an excellent dinner and discussion. This is what you have to do in Crisfield, plan a dinner party and invite suitable entertainment to your home. Unfortunately I was still recovering from the wear and tear of my trip or maybe the hangover from the Legion.
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We had a gale warning and indeed the winds were steady 30 knots with higher gusts. I could not ride the bike safely on the dock again, partly for that reason. The next morning I wondered if I had caught COVID. I had a petit sirloin steak sandwich for breakfast. I continued cleaning and clearing out stuff from the boat’s cabin. I kept asking myself, why hadn’t I thrown that out before? as I filled the trash with stuff that needed to go.
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The image is of sunset over the marina the day I arrived.

The Honda has been running well, but engine light keeps coming on with a P1077 code, intake runner gobbledygook. The Honda engineers and designers have made a complicated car that lasts a long time, but when it gets old, there are a lot of things that can go wrong. The intake manifold has a big rotary valve in it that modulates the intake runner length. It increases torque at low speeds and then at high speeds turbulates the air flow, it increases power and economy. When things are out of whack it generates error codes and the check engine light comes on.
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Work continued on the dinghy centerboard and rudder. I purchased some fittings for the rig, a cleat, a small block, and a fitting for the block to attach. The sprit rig was temporarily put together and mounted on a tripod stanchion. For some reason the luff lacing came loose and the sail was flapping around in the wind. A front had come through and there was about a quart of water in the dinghy. I scooped most of it out with my epoxy mixing bowl and then sponged the rest out.
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I had done a bunch of epoxy work filling divots in the rudder and centerboard, also the mast step, which is a nasty looking piece of wood was epoxied in place. Above it a 3/8” U-bolt was modified to become the mast partner and epoxied into the bow deck beam. Everything was in correct position and the sail size was per plan, so the boat should be balanced as designed.
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The pintles and gudgeons were lined up on the transom and rudder, holes drilled for the screws and bolts, and the apparatus was fit together dry, then disassembled for more epoxy work. The mast, sail, and sprit were mounted at the bow. A block was mounted on the mast for the sprit line that tensioned the sprit and head of the sail. It was secured on a cleat on the bow deck beam. The luff lacing was laced through the tack, brought down around the cleat back up to the tack and then tensioned and secured on the cleat.
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The mainsheet was run from the clew through a block centered at the front edge of the rear seat and anchored on a cleat forward of the seat on the centerline. The plans call for a line on the transom called a horse and the sail’s clew to be above where I have placed it by about a foot or so. The mainsheet the way I have led it is simpler. I didn’t cut the sail so that the foot and luff were less than 90 degrees, I left it square, uncut, from the ten dollar tarp. We’ll see how it works.
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Geoff came by and looked at the rig and asked when I was going sailing. Might not be too long at this rate.
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I rushed finishing the rudder and daggerboard. It was hot and the epoxy cured very quickly. When I had 3 coats on I began spreading an old can of white Rustoleum on the rudder, centerboard, and the mast step. The paint also dried quickly. In 24 hours I had 3 coats and reinstalled the pintles on the rudder.
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I had planned to make chicken parm but it was now too late. I went to Southern River Walk and ordered chicken parm sandwich and pinot noir. It was happy hour and reduced prices. I was exhausted but enjoyed the sandwich. A boisterous bunch of shooting enthusiasts were replaced by Geoff and Karen. I hadn’t been to this place in a while and it was maybe my last time there, I would be leaving after Easter.
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The sailing pram dinghy was nearing completion. I was looking for some sticks to make a tiller and extension. I found old swimming ladder cedar steps and ripped them to 3/4” strips. They were muddy had been sitting outside for years. I ran over them with the radial fiber brush in the Makita drill. The wood looked like new underneath. I glued strips together to make larger stronger sticks for the tiller and extension. Some scraps were screwed to the top of the centerboard to make a handle and stop to keep it from descending through the centerboard slot to the deep. Almost ready.
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The next day the strips of cedar wood were shaped to make a tiller, an extension for the tiller, and blocks at the top of the centerboard. That was it till the next day when the parts were shaped with belt sander with 36 grit belt. The trigger on the sander was clamped with a spring clamp and the sander was clamped to the folding table. I was able to round things off with the sander, then prime everything with epoxy, then fill any voids, screw holes, and fair everything. The fairing compound will have to be sanded off smooth and the parts painted.
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A set of free tires was offered, but the date code on them was 7 years old. No tire place would touch them. I do have to replace the front tires on the CRV.
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I did visit Southern River Walk one more time and took a photo of the boatyard from across the North River Marsh at the St Marys boatramps. The image is that photo.

I should disclaim my CRV, Constant Repair Vehicle, misnomer. The series 2 Honda CRV is actually a very reliable and well engineered and built vehicle. This particular vehicle has 247,000 miles on it, and a lot of deferred maintenance and repairs. As I work on it, it gets more and more viable. I wonder what is going to fail next. In about a month is the trek up to Crisfield, about 700 miles. Gulp.
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There is an oil leak on the passenger side near where the oil filter is, but the filter itself is not leaking. Geoff thought the valve cover might be leaking, but it doesn’t look so to me. I fear it is the crankshaft seal which can fail.
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So far we’ve replaced the front brakes, left tie rod end, right front strut, alignment, the original tape player radio replaced with Atoto touch screen double DIN stereo, driver window jam fixed, and now the alternator. I worry about the water pump. Fingers crossed.
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When we replaced the alternator the front splash shield on the underbody had to be removed involving a bunch of plastic clips. The same clips are used on other plastic shield, like the inner wheel well shields and cowlings in the engine compartment. We put the car together using available plastic clips but left the lower splash shield off until we could get more of the plastic clips.
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I went to a local auto parts store and the counter person could not find the proper clips but had packs of two for 5 or 6 bucks. I asked if getting the Honda part number would help and he said yes, he could cross reference. I returned to the boatyard and took one of the clips I had and mic’d it, then began searching online using my phone. The Honda part number is 700-080. I ordered online and waited for a package of 20 to come in.
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Geoff said we could work on it at 10AM, knowing I wouldn’t be up at the crack of dawn, but I got him to relent and do it at 11AM. I actually was ready a quarter past 10, called, and arrived at his garage where he was doing an oil change on an almost new Volkswagen Jetta. He thought I also needed the lift, but I just needed Geoff and his air tool and large pump jack, the front wheels had to come off.
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After he finished the oil change we jacked up the Honda and put jack stands to either side and removed the pump jack and the front wheels. Zip, zip, zip, off they came. The under tray went on quickly. We took a look at the crankshaft pulled and there was no oil leaking from its seal. A very good sign.
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I felt awkward, it was about noon and my job was done. It would have taken me 10 times longer with my little jack in the boatyard. Was I just going to buzz off, thanks Geoff, we agreed to meet later at the gas station restaurant where I wanted to watch the ladies NCAA basketball championship, UConn Lady Huskies will play. I worked in Connecticut for about a decade and UConn was the team we would root for.
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I had been working on the rudder and centerboard for the dinghy and found myself with a 3X18 belt sander and only 2 used belts for it while I had a bunch of 3X21 belts, including the 36 grit extra coarse belts that would remove wood very efficiently. When I purchased a 3X21 belt sander on clearance, only 27 bucks, it destroyed the coarse belts in about 20 minutes. Now I was on my way to Harbor Freight to buy some 3X18 coarse belts and return the 3X21 sander. Then I went to China Wok.
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It’s a very good Chinese take out restaurant and near Lowe’s lumber where I would pick up some hardware for the dinghy. I ordered shrimp with garlic sauce, got my hardware, returned, got my Chinese food, and went to Walmart to shop for essentials, including wine.
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Back in the boatyard I took my time enjoying the shrimp when Geoff showed up with an electric planer. Here, he said, this will speed things up. After he left and I was done eating, I began shaping the rudder. The planer destroyed the plywood of the rudder very quickly. He was right, it did speed things up.
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I sat down for a few minutes and then went to the gas station restaurant which opened at the same time that the basketball time started. I sat at the bar and watched the preliminaries, anthem, Diana Taurasi and other retired WNBA analysts. I paced myself, keep it down to 2 wines per hour.
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The game was on, I actually prefer watching women’s basketball, there is less of an abrupt nature to it. UConn won, Geoff and Karen arrived. I told Geoff of the electric planer’s shortcomings. They invited me to join them to have wine while they had dinner.
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It was Sunday and I needed to get back to the boatyard and make my Sunday evening call to Hawaii. A front was forecast to come through overnight. I had to remember to cover tools, etc. I went on board. The NBC show The Americas was due to be on. More phone calls came in, plus I called Hawaii, then my sister called from California. It went past midnight. By that time I was not remembering too clearly. I know I didn’t get to see my show.
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The next day I was recuperating on the pandemic porch when Denis, the Canadian truck driver rode up on his yellow Yamaha scooter. Zuma. I sent him a video by YouTuber “2Vintage”, aka Joe Weber, who fixes these things up and generates meticulously detailed videos. Later Denis texted me how great the video was. Yes, I watch all of Joe Weber’s stuff.
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My problems with the electric planer might be that I was using old bad plywood. I looked at the planer’s blades. They were dull and nicked. The blades can be removed and flipped over, they have two cutting edges. I took one blade out and looked at it. The other edge was like new. I could flip it over and reinstall it and then do the other blade. I had done this before on another planer. It is a tedious, but follow the procedure carefully and all will be well. The other blade was broken but it also had a new edge to offer. It looked like I could flip it and when tightened into place, the broken part would be just as secure as the other part.
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Geoff showed up and I showed him the blades etc. He commented that he could go to Harbor Freight and buy a set of new blades. It wasn’t worth it to drive up there just for the blades. I could do it.
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The adjustment for the height of the blades is with allen screws that have been lock tited on this planer. I tried my Harbor Freight allen wrenches that didn’t seem to work. I mumbled to Geoff, bicycle repair kit, and went to my bike and got a multitool that had allen bits along with everything else. One of them fit the allen screws. Geoff left. I was able to get the blades lined up properly with new sharp edges perfectly aligned. I made a pass on some of the plywood. It cut perfectly. I texted Geoff with a photo of the cut, “Nicey Nice”.
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I continued shaping both the centerboard and the rudder. The plywood was bad and had divots removed by the power tools in spite of the alignment. I made adjustments, glued some displaced plies, almost good as new, and used the rest of the glue to make fumed silica putty to fill screw holes and other divots. I felt a little better.
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The next day I laboriously moved the dinghy from in front of the catamaran to the work area where the dinghy sailing rig and centerboard and rudder are. I needed also to move a stout timber frame that may have been an engine support or something like that. I needed a hand truck. I had to walk all the way across the boatyard to find one, move things, then return the hand truck. The dinghy had to be lifted onto the support which was difficult without banging it or damaging the paint.
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I took the unfinished centerboard and tried to slide it into the centerboard slot but it caught, the slot needed to be relieved. Epoxy putty from when it was constructed last year had blobs in the slot that needed to be trimmed smooth. I tried various tools. The angle grinder couldn’t cut deep enough, jig saw wouldn’t cut the hardened putty, but the giant Sawz All with an aggressive blade quickly cut the slot to size. I also worked on the rudder.
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The rudder is made out of ¾” thick plywood but the rudder fittings are for maybe 1//2” ply. They are Optimist dinghy fittings. I marked the rudder for 1/2” thickness at the front edge and marked the sides of the rudder to match the length of the straps of the fittings. I used the now sharp planer to remove wood so that the front edge of the rudder where it mated to the hull would be like a wedge. The fittings would splay out to 3/4” at their ends while snuggly fitting the 1/2” dimension. The planer still made some gouges in the wood, but the belt sander cleaned them up. I liked how it came out and did the same on the other side.
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Rain was forecast, so I covered everything and retreated to the gas station restaurant for libations. Geoff and Karen showed up and a fellow at the end of the bar got into a conversation with me about West Virginia and longevity of our forefathers.
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That night I awoke at about 2AM, sore, and couldn’t even think about sleeping. I put a movie on and after a while I felt tired. The morning was interrupted by an early phone call, don’t they know. Then another call. I felt stiff and sore. Didn’t want to get up.
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I had breakfast early, like 11AM. I ran around the boatyard on the bike to loosen up. I still had some work to do on the dinghy, but didn’t want to do it. Too stiff, too sore.
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When I have to do something I don’t want to do I end up doing something else instead. There was an old roller furling drum sitting on the M25 diesel on top of the frayed tarp. I picked it up. Hood Seafurl model 705. It was seized.
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I don’t remember why I had it, maybe to make furling gear for a flying headsail. It was one of those endless furlers that cost so much. But it was seized. Maybe I could unseize it.
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It turns out that this was a popular furler on the Catalina 30’s and there were a lot of positive comments on the Catalina forums. I removed a clamping bolt from the lower part but nothing moved. There was a set screw deep inside and I was able to remove it with the furler in the vise in the wood shop. I banged on it some more. I lubricated it with 3-in-1 oil.
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I was about to give up and make some pasta with mushroom meat sauce when I found a user’s manual on the internet for this furler. It had exploded views of the parts and a warning not to disassemble it. Then a posting on the Catalina 30 forum had someone disassembling it and ball bearings falling out all over the place. He remarked that there were 4 set screws.
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I went back and removed the other 3 set screws. Nothing came apart. I liberally applied the oil wherever it might do some good. I began banging again. Geoff rode up on his bicycle. He left when he saw what I was doing. I finally got the lower fitting off the furler. The rest remained immovable. I gave up and went up to the galley.
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I sauteed diced onion and chopped beef till the onion was translucent, added thinly sliced mushrooms and garlic. Spices and tomato puree followed. The mixture was too watery, I uncovered it to get it to thicken. I tasted some on open face ciabatta rolls and took a nap.
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The image is of a St Marys sunset viewed through some live oak trees at the North River Causeway.

On my way back from the post office a bunch of trouble lights came on about a mile from the boatyard. When I pulled in and parked I shut the car and started the car again, hoping it would clear the trouble lights. The engine would not turn over, the battery was too low.
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I got my electric meter and battery charger, charged the battery a bit, then started the car. The battery was at 11 volts with the car running, but 12 volts when off. It looked like the alternator had quit. I ordered a remanufactured alternator online and began disassembly.
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There are many YouTube videos on changing out the alternator on the Honda series 2 CRV, the 03-06 models, because it is a daunting task and the DIY’ers are going to look for any advice they can get. Basically, the alternator sits down in front of the passenger side of the engine, obscured by the power steering pump. There is no way to remove it from below the car, as in putting the car on a lift to make it easier. What’s left is to remove a crossbeam at the radiator, remove the coolant expansion tank, remove the radiator fan, remove cowlings below the front of the car and the one on top of the crossbeam. The power steering pump has to be removed along with its fluid reservoir. At some point the hood latch has to go.
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A single bolt, below the hood latch, way down near the bottom, has to be removed, and this bolt was somewhat rounded off, my 3/8 drive 10mm socket, 12 points, would not grab it. My ¼ drive 10mm socket, 6 points, needed an adapter and was too big to fit in the space to grab on the nut. I began wandering around looking for a 3/8 drive 10mm socket, 6 points, or a 10mm wrench. I found that the wrenches were 12 points and wouldn’t grab the bolt.
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Along came Chris and Ilena, a couple we met a couple years ago. Oh, hi, yeah, I didn’t get up to the other side of the boatyard to meet up with you. But Chris dived into the mechanical mess and began taking over. He removed the recalcitrant bolt.
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We worked together but he did most of the work. No-see-ums were swarming on us. Irena sprayed Chris and rubbed the No-see-um spray into his neck. We removed more and more of the front end of the car to get at the alternator. We were finally able to remove it and found it barely turned, almost frozen up. I said I’m buying you dinner.
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I washed but still wore my shorts with grease stains, arms riddled with bug bites, and we went to the gas station restaurant. Geoff and Karen were there. The food was good. I had calamari and fish basket. The conversation was mostly about boats, marinas, boatyards, and Honda alternators. A fellow at the bar was an expert Honda mechanic and said the series 2 CRV alternator was maybe the worst repair ever on a Honda.
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Komputer Ken let me borrow his car to get foodstuffs, etc., from Walmart. He said don’t exceed 3,000 RPM. His car is old. I shopped. I got wine and ingredients for the langostino recipe, a meatball recipe, and marinara sauce for pasta.
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I existed for about 5 years without a car, but my plans to sail around without a car didn’t pan out. I still had help from my comrades, hate to use that term these days, but yeah, we depend on each other no matter who we are. There are others who try to crush. Like the Nazis they target and crush. If you see something like that you should stand up to it, but it seems no one does. I don’t like that others are denied the opportunity to camp out on the beaches of Central America with sand flies and mosquitoes, on their way to get into the USA.
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I have to deal with an 18 year old alternator. I can hopefully handle that. Others have to deal with this stupid government that vacillates from the left to the right about every 4 years. Yeah, come here, you are welcome, then, stop, go away, we don’t want you. I don’t know who the we is any more. It seems the we is someone with a psychological impairment. I am not we.
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The way I look at it, no one wants war, but if someone in high power wants war or doesn’t care if there is war, there will be war. And the young men seem to be the ones who have to give their lives. There is also attrition to the enemies. Kill them, subdue them, demolish their schools and hospitals, their everything. That is not war against armies of governments, it is genocide. At least I can speak up, for now.
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Every one of us lives in our society with rules and also there are cues if we are out of line, so we realize we must adapt a bit. We have talented people from other lands who have to learn how to adapt. After they have done so, and after they have been productive for years, they are still considered aliens and marked for deportation by the current administration. I don’t care what I say, I’m not afraid to die anymore. I’m afraid if I don’t say anything many others will die or suffer.
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This country that I grew up in values the individual and gives the opportunity for any individual to rise to whatever they are able to achieve, based on their ability, performance, not based on race, religion, or ethnicity. That is America. You can come here and prosper or fail. It is a society for those who just want to prosper or get a foothold, raise a family, live, the way people should, but not maybe can’t in their home lands. That’s why they want to come here. Here you have a chance.
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So we will deny them and send them back.
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I made meatballs and some marinara sauce with mushrooms. As I cooked, I would take a walk about to see if the alternator was delivered. I over burned the meatballs here and there, and the sauce was thick with translucent bits of red onion, but I was hungry and ate a meat portion with some of the thick sauce. I couldn’t sit around and went around the yard in my area which got me into the mail room and there my package was sitting. I hadn’t noticed the UPS truck while I was cooking meatballs.
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I took the package onto the collapsible table and started unwrapping it. I predicted the Rock Auto “Famous Brand” was in fact Carquest. It was. These alternators go for 2 or 3 hundred dollars. A rebuilt one for 80 bucks is a sure sign you are in for a big downfall.
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As soon as I started unwrapping things and getting into my technical car repair guise, I had Geoff and Chris pull in to help me. I’ve been wrenching for a couple days, I can do this, but now I was up against real car repair mafia, no problem, don’t worry about it. They would both come at some old 10mm bolt with their tools at the same time, and I had one in my hand as well.
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Mine was special, it had a very light click, click, click, and it was stained with various epoxy mixes. Worked though. Sprayed it with Blaster, wiped off the resultant residue. Work it around, wipe it again. A tool like this that deserves respect is nothing unless I hold it in my hand and butt my way into the mechanical fray.
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I was not taken seriously by Chris and Geoff, we need to get to know each other, I guess. I need my space, and that means doing it by myself with people watching, like me watching when other people do it. It would have taken me about 2 days to get the new alternator in and the car all together, but with Geoff and Chris there, we worked together and got it done in just a few hours, like less than 3.
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After cleaning up I drove around anxiously watching for trouble lights on the dash. I went to O’Reilly’s auto parts to see if they had something called splash shield clips. I had one in my pocket and showed it to the counterman. He spent considerable time trying to find the correct clip in his huge autobody catalog. After a while I said I had to be somewhere and I would try to find the Honda part number for him. I took off for the gas station restaurant where Geoff and Karen were having a pint and a pinot grigio, respectively. We had calamari with marinara dip and I of course treated them. They invited me to stop over on my way back to the boatyard, but I reneged, I was bushed.
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I texted them sorry I can’t make it, then started my research for the splash shield clips. I needed about a dozen and a half. The Honda part number is 700-080. I ordered a package of 20 online that came to 20 dollars including shipping and tax.
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I wanted to watch a March Madness basketball game but the Onn TV, from Walmart, about 4 years old or older, failed. A replacement will cost me $88. It’s only 32 inch screen, but I can’t really put anything bigger in the galley on the boat.
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A front with thunderstorms and heavy rain is on its way, so we will hunker down and watch some March Madness on the new TV. The image is of the engine compartment of CRV, Constant Repair Vehicle. The removed alternator is sitting up on the passenger side near the firewall. It is probably the original alternator and is 19 years old.

When I say I cooked shrimp ramen, don’t sidle away side eyeing me. It is a good recipe, not the simple boiled noodles with a flavor packet.
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First I prepped a red onion, small dice, and 3 cloves of garlic, thinly sliced. A ¼ lb of gouda cheese is thinly sliced. The frozen shrimp had been precooked, peeled, and deveined, after soaking in a pint of cold water the tails were removed and the shrimp set aside. A package of ramen noodles is boiled in the same pot and set aside. In the same pot a half stick of butter is melted and the onion is sauteed on very low heat for 5-10 minutes. The garlic goes in next and 4 tbsp of flour is dusted over the mix.
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Still under very low heat the mix is continually worked with a square ended spatula. Pepper, paprika, parsley flakes, and nutmeg are dusted on the mix. After about 3 minutes half and half is added, total of a pint, but only about a quarter cup added at a time. The mix has to bubble and thicken before adding more liquid. The square ended spatula makes it easy to prevent sauce burning to the bottom of the pot. ¼ cup of sherry is added as well as a couple tbsp of tomato paste. The reserved ramen noodles are added.
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When the mix is bubbling again and thickening, the gouda is added. Now it takes a while to smooth the mix out and get the gouda melted. Taste and adjust the spicing. Finally the shrimp is added and the heat is turned off. After about 5 more minutes the concoction is ready to eat. It is rich, creamy, tasty, perfect for a lunch.
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The Check Engine Light problem that we thought might be the vehicle speed sensor failing was fixed by replacing the speed sensor. There are two on the transmission, one for the input shaft and one for the output shaft. The output shaft sensor is responsible for speed data, and if it fails the speedometer doesn’t work, nor cruise control, plus the car goes into LIMP mode, won’t shift above 3rd gear. I had that sensor on hand and waited all weekend for the input shaft sensor to arrive.
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After picking up the sensor at the post office I asked Geoff if he wanted to work on the car, he said yes at 1 PM. It was 11 AM so I decided to take a stab at it. It is a very easy task, remove the air cleaner box, two small bolts and a ring clamp and you just wriggle the box out of the engine bay. The sensors are held onto the transmission with small bolts. I could only get the output sensor changed, the input sensor bolt was too difficult to access. I put it all back together and voila, car runs normally.
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Geoff was home at 1 PM and I could sense he was somewhat upset that he wouldn’t get to work on the transmission sensors. There was still the one that I hadn’t been able to change, and he seemed eager to change it, but I said I don’t think that will be necessary. There is another problem to deal with. The driver’s power window would jam on the way up, then come down a bit and park about halfway down. To close it you had to hold the window from the top, help it up while activating the up switch, and steer with your knees.
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I had watched a video on YouTube and I thought the removal of the door’s inner panel was not too difficult and if we could do that there must be some way of correcting the wayward window.
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Geoff started removing screws and things and amazingly, even though he had never seen the YouTube video, he was proceeding right along, step by step. Then we stopped. I knew there were a couple of phillips headed screws to take out but I couldn’t remember where they were. They were well hidden. Geoff said let’s go inside and watch the video.
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When Geoff played the video we watched and then ran outside when we knew where the hidden screws were. Curiously, 3 small nuts that held the outside mirror were loose, so I tightened them. Geoff pulled the plastic shield that was contact cemented to the door to expose the inner workings. There was a bolt loose that held the lower end of one of the window channels. We held the window in its proper place and tightened the bolt. It was better but still jammed on the way up. Geoff took a can of lubricant with a long tube and sprayed the lubricant on the window channels. The window now ran up and down perfectly. We put it all back together using some of Geoff’s double sticky tape to hold the plastic shield.
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There was another problem, an exhaust pinhole, but we couldn’t find it. We were happy with our mechanical conquests and agreed to meet at Southern River Walk where I would buy Geoff and his wife Karen adult beverages.
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Unfortunately I was wearing my old bright orange tee shirt and it was St Paddy’s day. Everyone was wearing green at the bar. I tried to conceal my shirt, it was under a black pullover with a small bit of orange showing at my throat.
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An old friend who hadn’t seen me in a long time came over staring at my shirt, don’t hate me I said.
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When I started the car I had the check engine light come on and two new trouble codes from the OBDII connector. P1077 and P0139, one referring to the intake runners and the other to the O2 sensors on the catalytic converter. I texted to Cornelia Marie, CRV stands for Constant Repair Vehicle.
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The next day, after some thought, I disconnected the battery to clear the trouble codes. I took a ride around town to see if they came on again. Maybe they will. The intake runner problem is a particularly difficult remedy. The beautiful intake manifold has to be removed along with the metal beam in front of it. Lots of 10mm bolts. Then a rotary valve mechanism has to be pulled out of the manifold and cleaned or replaced. I was not going to do any of that unless I really had to. I checked the vacuum hoses, which there are many. The other 02 problem would probably clear by using Cataclean, a fuel additive that costs about $26. I can’t put that in the tank until it gets down to ¼. Otherwise the car is running great, so far.
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I needed to come up with my next food adventure as well as replenish my supply of breakfast ingredients. I really liked the gouda cheese so I went to Walmart and got that. I already had celery and carrot that would go bad if I didn’t use it, so I got a big red onion to make mirepoix, and I decided to make Cream of Chicken Mushroom Florentine soup. Get spinach, half and half, chicken of course, more Irish butter. No trouble lights on the way back.
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I had a laundry day and later made the soup. It turned out great. First I boiled boneless skinless chicken thighs in a pint of water with a tablespoon of Better Than Bouillon, roast chicken flavor. While it was cooking I prepped celery, carrot, and onion. I set them aside and removed the chicken from the broth, then reserved the broth in paper bowls that I saved from our trip to Ormond Beach. Unfortunately the bowls became soggy and droopy and started dripping chicken broth. I was simultaneously sopping up broth, trying to reserve the broth from a leaky bowl into another one, maybe I could stem the tide, melting Irish butter for a roux, dumping the mirepoix into the butter, dusting the mixture with flour, going back again and again, scraping the bottom of the pot to prevent burnt roux, dicing chicken, slicing mushrooms, and prepping 3 cloves of garlic. Some of the broth was added to the mix and the roux began to thicken. A bag of spinach was tossed in, filling the pot completely, the garlic, thinly sliced went in. The chicken was finally diced and the mixture in the pot was now really thick, a quart of half and half went in. Keep mixing. Taste and season with ground pepper. Keep mixing and scraping. It was basically done, just needed more time. But it was time to head to the gas station restaurant for adult beverages with Geoff and Karen.
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When I came back I microwaved a healthy portion of the soup. Very good. I put 4 portions of about 3 cups each into the fridge. Very nutritious.
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I began working on the dinghy sail. It is extremely easy to fabricate. I used a 7X9 tarp from Harbor Freight to provide the polytarp material. The luff and foot use the edge of the tarp, so no cutting there. The leech and head meet at a point near the top edge of the tarp. Double sticky tape is stuck along the leech and head, backing removed, and the leech and head are folded over so that the tape forms a double layer of tarp along the edges of the sail. Next I will be installing grommets along the luff, one grommet at the peak of the sprit, and a grommet at the clew. The mast and sprit are 8 foot closet poles from Lowe’s.
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The image is from the D4 dinghy plans showing the sprit rig.

Geoff and I worked on the Honda CRV, which stands for Constant Repair Vehicle, and eventually got the suspension fixed, but there was still a persistent Check Engine Light and the vehicle going into LIMP mode. In the past the CEL would be cleared by using a product called Cataclean to clear an O2 sensor problem. Now it was something else, the car would not shift higher than 3rd gear, the speedometer stayed at zero, cruise control was unavailable, I found out that this was LIMP mode, designed to protect the engine and transmission when it sensed that there was a problem internally.
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The car worked normally after the suspension strut repair. I was ready for our trip down to Ormond Beach, FL. Only about 2 ½ hours, they say. I left in the morning, leaving extra time in case the CEL and LIMP mode affected us. They did.
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The Check Engine Light came on and the car went into LIMP mode as soon as I went forward with it to get out of the boatyard. I had a plan if that happened to keep on the local slower roads. I made it to RT17 instead of the Big Road, I-95. The speedometer stayed at zero but the tachometer was operative and I figured out that we were at 30 MPH when the tach was at 3000 RPM, so I could use that to estimate my speed.
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We went down RT17 as if going to Amelia Island, but continued, ending up going on I-95 through Jacksonville, traffic was slow and we were not slowing anyone else down. It was like driving to St Augustine on RT1, which we ended up on, but we kept on. Kept on keeping on. Engine light on. See that old guy driving below the speed limit, have pity on him.
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I ended up upping my limit to 4000 rpm and keeping in the right lane following a pickup truck with some loose cargo. They were going slow and I was following. I could blame them. It’s not me and the Constant Repair Vehicle, it’s them, that pickup truck. Then they exited. I was the slow one.
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I wondered if I was wrecking the transmission on the CRV. They say not to do what I am doing. I took an Ormand Beach exit and ended up driving down the beach after crossing the Halifax River. Halifax River is the ICW and I had come through here some time ago on a yacht delivery. I was looking for the Chateau Mar Beach Resort now, not an anchorage.
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The hotel came up on the left and I drove in.
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My daughter, son in law, and most importantly, grandson, arrived while I was up in the suite looking down on the parking lot. I was evaluating all the cars, which was the most derelict, which was the most luxurious, the CRV was, you know, not the most luxurious, then a nice white BMW rolled in. How nice, my phone rang, it was my son in law, we’re here, no, it can’t be, yes, they rolled in with a BMW rental and I went down to greet them and ended up helping them schlep up tons of gear. The baby needs a lot of stuff.
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The reaction of them when they saw the suite was, as I expected, wondering where the furniture was, no furniture.
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When I booked the 2 room suite at Chateau Mar, I did it through Priceline and jumped at the chance for a 2 room suite on the beach at Ormond Beach at a 3 ½ star hotel. To get a deal like this Priceline will not name the hotel and the booking is nonrefundable.
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After I booked I was able to identify the hotel and look at the amenities. It looked great with a pool, beautiful rooms with water views, really great. Then I began reading the reviews.
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Strangely there were a lot of 5 star reviews but also a lot of 1 star reviews, and 1 is as low as you can go. I began reading them and became concerned. Some said don’t believe the photos or the 3 ½ star rating. Concerns included cockroach infestations, rooms with no mirror in the bathroom, bathroom door punched in, grimy floors, stained bedding, no chairs or tables in the room, doors that won’t lock, doors that won’t latch, no phone to the front desk, no one at the front desk after 8PM, groups of partying druggies, loud at night, loud motorcycles. And here I was booking for the week following Daytona Bike Week, and the week I was booking was Spring Break.
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So, it is important for me to give my own review and what I think is really going on at that hotel.
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My first impression was that the facade and entrance to the internal parking lot was impressive, columns, tiled driveway, looked the part of a 3 ½ star hotel. I checked in about a half hour earlier than scheduled with no problem with the staff. It seemed like the staff was very busy and occupied, but I had my keys to the room and I went up to see it. On the 3rd floor.
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There is a small elevator, but large enough for about a half dozen people or maybe a couple of staff with a cart and it took 15 seconds for it to climb from floor 1 to floor 3. The room was a short distance from the elevator and provided a view of the Atlantic Ocean and some nice surf.
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The room had two bedroom spaces, a living area space, and of course a bathroom and a nook with a full sized refrigerator. There was a microwave oven and a small coffee maker. They were situated on top of the fridge. Each of the two beds had a flat screen tv and an end table. The only other furniture was a small patio table and two chairs outside on the balcony. The floor was large tile and was not super clean. Anyone who walked into the suite with their shoes on would leave beach sand etc. I do believe the staff mops each room or suite when they turn them over, but I don’t think they provide any maid service, although if you ask them for anything you can probably get it. I was paying for a two room suite for less than half of what a lot of other hotels were charging for a single room. But I got what I paid for.
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The sunset view was marvelous. We had great weather, not quite warm enough to go jump in the ocean, for me, but there were a few who did, no spring break
crowds, a couple of bikers, some motorcycle noise from the local streets.
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The bathroom was a perfectly normal motel bathroom, a little threadbare here and there, but in good shape with good flow of water, hot and cold.
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The main street here is bleak, but we are not here to see that, we are here to see the beach, that is the 5 star view.
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At some point I asked my daughter how she would rate the hotel and she said “1”.
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3 and 4 star hotels have gyms, spas, maybe a restaurant, room service, laundry facilities, but not this one. It is not a 3 ½ star hotel, at this time. At some point when I was down to the car I was asked to move it for a truck to enter. I asked jokingly if it was our furniture. It was furniture.
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My guess is that this hotel was purchased after storm damage and is under renovation and maybe considering recent years of storm damage on the Florida coast, maybe renovation is a never ending thing. Perhaps another storm will come through and the suites will need new furniture again. The staff said internet and wifi have been out of action for 6 months after a storm last Fall.
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It looks like the hotel is offering cut rate rooms and slowly completing their renovation with what money they have. Staff said there are two suites complete, two that are bare, and ones like ours that are half complete. He said maybe in two months, July?, all suites will have all their basic furniture.
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What we did was add a folding table from Walmart and a couple of camping chairs. We weren’t there to hang around in a hotel room anyway. It worked out, not luxurious, but Spartan.
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All I can say about our stay is that my grandson is a gem of a kid, just a little tot, learning how to crawl and trying to verbalize. Charming. He waves at me and smiles, I tickle him.
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We had excellent food at the local restaurants. We put-put golfed at Pirate’s Cove Adventure Golf, very recommended. My grandson enjoyed it while we played through, developing a thirst. Next door was Riley’s Coney House. Hot dogs and more. Really good.
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I was cajoled into going to Charlie Horse, right down the street. Excellent choice. Lots of kids. Grandson in his high chair interacting.
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He seems to attract other kids and also adults. He’s going to be a troublemaker soon. Charming, and going to take apart everything he gets his hands into.
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Other activities included the boardwalk at Daytona Beach, hiking at Ormond Beach Environmental Center, and hiking at Tomoka State Park. The state park reminded me of Crooked River up in Georgia. I was bushed by all the hiking.
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The next day I disconnected the battery on the CRV to clear the Check Engine Light and maybe get it to run properly and not go into LIMP mode. The engine light did not remain cleared for long, as soon as the car rolled forward it came on.
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To drive the car any distance in LIMP mode can lead to mechanical damage. I needed to keep the car down slow, at 3000 RPM’s or less. I planned a return route to the boatyard along slower roads, like the beach roads. We had a long way to go, so I pored over the street maps on Google all the way up the coast from Ormond Beach, FL, to St Marys, GA. There were a couple of sections where the slower beach roads weren’t available and there I had to go more inland and try not to get onto I-95, basically an 80 MPH road.
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I could drive along the beach up through Ormond by the Sea, Flagler Beach, Hammock, Fort Matanzas, and on into St. Augustine. There I had to cross a bridge to Ponte Vedra where the golf Players Championship was underway. The traffic there was thick and slow.
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Most of the way was very pleasant driving, stuck in 3rd due to LIMP mode, going along at about 35-45 mph. In some places I was holding up traffic and pulled off. I found I wasn’t really holding anyone up much at all, except on the faster sections.
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I planned to go North from Ponte Vedra to Mayport near Jacksonville, take the little ferry there and proceed on A1A onto Amelia Island and then take RT17 to St Marys Road, the rest being local driving to the boatyard.
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At some point I manually put the transmission into D3 mode to try to help it from self destruction. In LIMP mode the car is trying to shift gears, etc., with the caveat that some of the sensors are bad, so whatever algorithms they are using to manage the engine and transmission are going to use stock generic values. It’s as if the car’s AI has gone dead.
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After the ferry ride, which was very nice and not too long, I refueled and the speedometer began working again, although the transmission would not upshift when I took it out of D3. Then a while later it shifted with a bang noise and the car was operating normally. It didn’t make much difference in my rate of progress, these roads were slow, that’s why I chose them. Still, I was making very good time. I needed to shop for food, the boat was empty.
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I went to the Walmart at Amelia Plaza and found it had very few groceries. I went up the road to Yulee and shopped at a much larger Walmart. I was looking for langostinos. Unfortunately they didn’t have them there. I settled for shrimp as a replacement for the Trader Joe’s Langostino Bisue Pasta recipe. Try saying that 3 times fast.
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I arrived in St Marys with the car operating normally and picked up a car part at the post office. This was the output shaft speed sensor, a likely culprit in the Check Engine Light problem, but the other sensor, the input shaft sensor, was on its way from Jacksonville, and according to the post office, due to be delivered by 9PM tomorrow, Saturday, only the post office closes at noon. If the part wasn’t there early I wouldn’t be able to get it until Monday.
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I asked the clerk would I be able to pick it up before noon tomorrow and he nodded and said yeah, it should be here. I asked him if he wanted to bet on that and he laughed. It ended up not arriving.
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The image is of the full moon which later was total eclipse around 2AM. I got to see it.