It’s something we all know. That the more time we have spent with someone, some group, some thing the more likely we are to notice their inherent flaws, imperfections, even shortcomings. The closer our emotional attachment, the more likely we are to accommodate them gracefully. I can attest that the Crew is very, very gracious to this Captain! In these “Dog Days of Summer” on the Chesapeake (under the ‘Heat Dome’)…Mosey On has come under such scrutiny and found needing some work…
Our beautiful stainless steel drawer refrigerator/freezers (2), once the pride of our small ship’s galley – a source of great utility and convenience, have become erratic, finicky, ultimately unreliable. The summer heat dictates, and our tolerance now gone, they must be replaced!
Fresh water (presumably from rain or a boat wash-down) is finding its way into the core decking of our boat-deck. The telltale drips (See associated blog) are colored with the tannin from the soggy wood. There’s a wound that must be cauterized and the cancer cut out. Mosey On is such a pretty boat, who knew?
Then, while we’re considering what else may be imperfect….there are the inevitable nicks in the fiberglass. Some the Captain fairly owns…some entirely mysterious. And other things… but we shouldn’t (can’t afford to) be too picky! Though Mosey’s crew endeavors to be somewhat self-reliant in her maintenance, the skills to set these things right is beyond our abilities.
Not so glamorous…
So Mosey On is in the boatyard to be fitted-out with new reefers, and to fix the Drips and nicks. It will be well worth the investment in a long and happy relationship!
Fixin’ Up To Mosey On…
For several days, Mosey On and Crew have been exploring the rivers, creeks, and coves of Maryland’s Choptank River and environs. This is the riverine setting for James Michener’s Chesapeake. As I write this, Mosey On is swinging on her hook in “Baby Owl” cove, a drop dead beautiful anchorage off Leadenham Creek. The shore is lined with mature trees, only a couple houses set back under them, no boat traffic (and their attendant wakes), the waters quiet….and absolutely infested with sea nettles (jelly fish). Almost paradise…but with a catch.
The temperatures here range from the mid-70s to highs in the upper 80s to 90s. The lower temps realized after a brief thunderstorm passes through with its attendant spike in humidity. We are not surprised by this Chesapeake weather….it’s why most cruisers pass it by and head up to Maine…But for other commitments, we would have too! But it’s the choice we made. The thing is, if ever there were a great place to anchor in oppressive heat & humidity, and a place to plunge-in to cool off, this is it! Except for the aforementioned sea nettles….
Mosey On and crew have never exhibited a particular interest in truly “roughing it”, so we’ve done the obvious and gone ‘inside’ and turned-on the air conditioning. As I write this, I do feel conflicted. We’re here, in a beautiful place we’ve taken some effort to get to and I’m sitting inside, on a boat….while nature beckons! On the other hand, the sweat has stopped rolling down my face and fingers so I feel safe using this electric appliance. And other than the scoffs and ridicule I may have to endure from more stalwart (and sweaty) sailors, I know there is likely another (nasty) price to pay. Remember our friends the sea nettles? Although I don’t attribute intent, they have an unfortunate way of wafting too near the cooling water intakes for our generator and three air-conditioning units. So….too often they get sucked-in and end their lives clogging strainers designed to keep them out of the pumps. Which is good for the pumps, but the inevitable strangulation of the cooling flow from their remains will render our air conditioning inoperative! Yes, we can dive into the bowels of the boat and clean the strainers (again). It should be noted that the little critters can sting (even well-dead)! You pay a price when you mess with the natural order of things…air conditioning on a boat?
A tweak from our Son-In-Law
Moseyin’ On …in a Chesapeake Summer!
Aboard Mosey On, we attempt to maintain a status of wet outside, dry within. The source of fluid without is obvious, but Mosey carries stores of fluid within like fuel, potable water, oil, and effluent awaiting pump out. This fact tends to focus my mind on the lowly DRIP.
Some random thoughts on DRIPS:
- Drips can be corrosive (depending on their content) like little lies are to trust.
- Small drips unattended can become torrents. (see above…).
- We tolerate small drips but are moved to act on ‘noisy’ ones.
- Drips are the ‘mothers’ of ice cycles.
- Can anyone accurately quantify a drip?
- Drips of life-saving serum are good.
- Drips of blood can indicate foul play.
- Drips from your car’s oil pan are annoying.
- Drips from a fuel line are dangerous.
- Drips of cooling water through a boats packing gland are necessary.
- Drips can make your nose raw.
- Stopping a drip often results in ‘busted knuckles’.
- Drips seldom get a date.
This listing is, doubtless, incomplete. Please feel free to amend as you see fit.
Chillin’ and nursing my busted knuckles…