Yesterday was a first for the Silas Crosby as she flew through the air with stubby wings , aided by a 25 ton travelift.
I had been expecting that I would need to sandblast the bottom back to bare steel, after 20 years. However the small blisters are no larger or widespread than when I had the boat on the railway in Valdivia 1 1/2 years ago. So I plan to just re-epoxy the damaged bits before recoating with antifouling. The zincs are being used up nicely , as expected, and seem to be doing their job.
A trip up the mast revealed a missing cotter pin and a clevis pin backed partway out! (the upper end of the stbd forward lower shroud). Way better to find that sooner , than later, with a ‘clunk’ on the deck and a folding mast tangle in mid-ocean.
It is half the price to keep the boat out of the water , so I probably won’t relaunch until mid January.
There are a few foreign boats coming and going. Three boats ; Swiss ,German and French are set head south through the channels. A few boats are slowly making their way north , as far as I can tell from the radio. John on Faraway is south of the Golfo de Penas and making progress to the north.
( I was a little more free with boat and people names in earlier blogs , but some people have real concerns about their ‘privacy’ being protected, so I am now a little more vague. Clearly, privacy is not one of my own big concerns)
There are 15 or so locally owned boats at this marina. In contrast to the foreign boats which are often metal, somewhat worn and laden with gear, the local boats are mostly spiffy , sparkling, bare Beneteaus (or similar) that are used for the weekend and the occasional week trip, just like everywhere else in the world.
As I walk around the boatyard in the early morning , coffee in hand, I can get a close look at some interesting damage to the hauled boats. A 50+ foot aluminum boat with drop ballasted daggerboard clearly hit something with great force in the Antarctic. Dented hull between ribs and damaged centreboard. Ouch.
An Ovni 38 with some rough welding on the starboard quarter where she had an argument with a wharf at Puerto Deseado in southern Argentina. The boat lost the argument. A lot of boats come to some measure of grief at Puerto Deseado. Everyone who has been there has some kind of maritime horror story , with scars to prove it.
Peter and Pam have come and gone , and we had a great two weeks cruising as far south as Castro. Great crew and great company. There is much to be said for limitless curiosity and experience in the mountains, rivers ,and ocean. Curiosity and equanimity are qualities shared by Meredith , Ric , Peter, and Pam. What luck for me!
So now it is time for a little boatwork , a visit home for Christmas , and then to get stoked for the long ocean passages to the north. An epic series of voyages with mostly fair winds and interesting landfalls.
Here are a few recent photos: