Having re-assembled the interior, rewired stuff out the wazoo, and begun serious work on our wheelhouse, it was time to get rid of said troublesome mast in order to proceed with our conversion of the vessel into an electric cruiser. Unfortunately, the marina where we're berthed, lovely as it is, lacks a crane to do this, and the nearest boatyard that can handle unstepping the mast is some miles down Middle River and up Frog Morter Creek, and, lacking either sails or a motor, getting over there was somewhat problematic. But the boat DOES have an outboard mount, and, with an outboard borrowed from the former owner, we decided we could make the trip to Maryland Marina under our own power.
|The Captain at his helm, mug of Iced Tea at the ready. Note how hopeful he seems.|
Okay, full disclosure here: I have this paranoid distrust of internal combustion engines of any kind. The guys at the marina all seem to love tinkering with them, listening to them, messing with them, talking about them. . . me, I seem to have a native antipathy to them. I always assume they're going to fail, usually when I least expect it. One of the effects of this paranoia is that I spend the ENTIRE TIME a motor is running listening for every hiccough, every burp and burble, convinced that something dire is about to happen.
But happily, nerve wrackingly, it didn't.
We even managed to find the Marina with only a minimum of angst. All in all, the trip over failed to suck. The Cal's huge rudder made steering a breeze, and the boat proved responsive and easy to manage.
Okay, to the mast.
|The mast is a MOOSE. You can also see some of our gonzo cribbing.|
|As you can see, this thing is NOT short.|
|The whole process is kind of daunting. The Marina made it look easy.|
The crane was on it's own truck, and our beloved cat Magellan was totally freaked out by it, by the motor noise, by being off the boat (albeit with a leash) in a strange place. I don't blame him. Staring straight up at the mast, you really don't get a sense of how LONG the thing really is. When they lowered it onto our cribbing, some of which nearly skittered off the deck during the loading process. We lashed it on to the lifeline stands with some heavy line and managed to get it seated and tied down.
|Tied down and mercifully back at our slip.|
It was not restful.
|OMFG what an ordeal.|
But it's done. Now we have a host of wiring and solar panels and electronics to deal with, but THAT, at least, I'm at ease with.
Not doing this again anytime soon, though.....sheesh.
Enjoy the summer. We hope to be mobile and have lots new and happier stories for you by month's end.
|This is a gin and tonic and I've earned it, so there.|