Building Your Own Tools

We had some serious rot in our bulkhead. The bottom portion of the bulkhead rotted away from years of abutting the shower. 

The rot was so extensive that it converted all the plywood into mulch. Not decayed wood or soft wood, but mulch. Mulch! 

Since I felt more like a gardener getting the mulch out of the hole in the wall, I figured it would be best to use gardening tools for such a project. 

I needed something that was like a robust spoon, and something that would scrape the rotting wood off the fiberglass hull. I picked up this cheap metal fork-like instrument at a local dollar store, which was easily bent into the ideal shape for the job.

Large channel locks provided the leverage to easily bend the cheap metal into more of a scraper, and a little more bending would make it a robust and scratchy spoon! 

This nasty gizmo worked well to scrape up rotten mulch from the hole in the wall, as well as pull the mulch out of the hole so that it could be dumped into a dumpster!

Getting rotten wood out of your boat is a great way to inspire creativity in tool design. Yay! 

Tearing Out the Head

The head in Wisdom is rather old and in need of some updating. The shower is tiny, and the cabinets are inaccessible when on starboard tack. The space under the sink is completely disgusting and unusable. So, after living aboard for 6 years and cruising for 1.5 years, we decided it was time!

This is the original head in the yacht. The cabinets are pretty with mirror doors that you can’t actually see into, and the sole is so high up that you can’t stand up if you are tall (as your head will bump). 

Hidden behind the cabinet are the chainplates, which were hidden away and forgotten for decades. There was a tiny access hatch that I would use for inspection, but when salt water got onto them, corrosion began and I knew I needed to do more than just “look” at them through a tiny hole.

The plan is to tear out the head and build new cabinets that will open fore/aft, allowing us to open them on either tack. A large usable mirror will be mounted on a wall, and the chainplates will remain exposed, probably painted with a contrasting color to create an “architectural bathroom” appearance; something with a bit of an industrial feel to it.

The head refit began as something of elective origin, something we wanted to do simply to make better use fo the space present in there, but shortly into the tear down, we discovered that rot had taken hold in much of the wood of the head. It is a good thing we decided to start the project because we caught the decay while it was still relatively early and had not gotten too advanced to be patched. 

Trust me, more on the rot will soon follow. 

The Azores

After a month at sea, coming across these islands feels like a miracle. It’s as if we went to sleep and began dreaming, but they are true and real! 

Eight of the islands in the chain are volcanic in origin, and they are really just the peaks of massive underwater volcanoes that just managed to break the surface a few times. The slope of the mountain continues underwater unchanged, making them very deep, just off the coast. When we approached the islands, it was 16,000 feet deep, the it dropped to a mere 4,000 to 6,000 feet deep within the island chain. As you approach the islands themselves, the bottom will rise up and be only a few hundred feet deep as you enter the harbors.  

The bottoms are just as treacherous to anchor on as they are deep! Since all the islands are formed from volcanoes and lava flows, the surrounding sea bed is comprised of large boulders and rocks. Anchoring with anything is questionable, and a fisherman’s anchor seems like the best choice; although not a wise one! 

Entering these magical dream lands is best done by entering the marinas and paying an unnaturally small fee. We are used to paying around $90 per night to tie up our 45 foot sailboat, but in the Azores, a slip cost us a mere  €24 per night!

Once you come ashore, you are greeted by the most kind of peoples, further propagating your fanciful ideas that you are still dreaming, only to discover that everything in the Azores is inexplicably inexpensive. My wife and I would get breakfast for under  €6, dinner for under €14. Fancy coffees cost €0.85 instead of $7 at Starbucks. 

The Azores truly are a dreamland and have made it feel as if we have never awoken from the dream of sailing across the Atlantic.  

Sunrise

Dawn is a beautiful thing that I honestly try to avoid. I like to wake up early in the morning, but I like to be woken up by the early sunlight. This means I like to still be asleep when the sun comes up over the horizon! 

When we were crossing the Atlantic, someone has to be at the helm at all times. Maddie would always do the first watch of the night, from 5pm to 1am, and then I would do the second watch of the night, from 1am to 9am.  

This meant that every morning, as the night sky would begin to glow with the dawn early lights, and the first rays of the sunlight would peer over the horizon, I would be there watching. 

Watch from 1am to dawn is anything but enjoyable. These are my peak sleeping hours! But when you are out at sea, the night world around you is filled with wonder and mystery, and watching the sky change from black to purple to red to blue to light blue is a beautiful experience! Looking off into the distance, listening to unknown and unseen sounds can spark your imagination into a whirlwind of fanciful ideas about what is out there. This keeps my mind working to keep me awake during the night, but all that dreaming comes to an end with a blazing display from the sun. 

Dawn! 

Living on the Hook

After living aboard in a marina for 5 years, dreaming about living on the hook, going cruising (and subsequently living on the hook) felt like a dream come true.

Living aboard was fun, but it was still just a “floating apartment”. I didn’t really feel the freedom of living aboard until we left our daily lives behind to go cruising. Suddenly, we were as free in our lives as the boat was in relation to the anchor. 

Everyday starts when we feel ready for it to begin, and everyday ends when we want it to. One of the best reminders of this freedom comes when we would dinghy back to our boat at sunset. To see it floating all alone, independent of any structure around it made us feel equally free. 

We didn’t have to worry about things like anchor dragging or debris floating into us because we chose our anchorages carefully. We would always pick an out of the way spot with good holding to drop the hook. We also have oversized ground tackle, so we could sleep easy knowing it would be hard to make us budge. 

Secondly, with unlimited time, you can find the best place to hang out and relax there as you explore. Then brainstorm where you want to go next and pop over to that port. All the dreams I had about living on the hook were realized when we went cruising, and all the worries of daily life vanished at the very same time!