Before we retell Saturday’s adventures, here’s a short video I made the other day just so I can hear the sweet sound of the 1939 Caterpillar running when I’m forced away from the boat by work or real life…
Man I love that sound! And I have a much lower chance of being blown to smithereens with the gas starting engine now that I’ve installed a blower fan right above it.
But on to Saturday…
The two early risers found ourselves awake at 0600, so I invited Caomi out for breakfast. She chose Pig and Pancake. With full bellies we drove the bay road to the shipyard at about 0700. She was fascinated to see the other boats. The Vixen is still tied up there:
And Henry’s boat just got a new coat of bottom paint. When I started fishing Henry had the Clara B II, which he had fished for over 20 years. He ran down to fish California and somebody hit his boat when he was drifting at night and it sank. Luckily the ocean was flat calm that night and Henry got in his kayak and was able to paddle up to the boat and reach in the wheelhouse windows and save some things before she went down. His new boat is bigger than the old Clara B II.
Well I have some new planks on the back of the boat, on the trunk cabin roof. They stick out about six feet onto the back deck.
When we got down to the boat, I headed forward to unlock the wheelhouse. Caomi headed aft, then she called out “Dad – I have a nosebleed!”. No problem, she often has nosebleeds and every now and again she goes to the doctor to get the silver nitrate treatment. Then – “Dad – I hurt my eye!” That got my attention. I turned and she came forward, holding her hand over her dripping nose. She had a huge scuff mark under her eye. It turns out she was heading aft, looking down into the water and turned left where there is usually a clear expanse of deck – bang! – and hits my new wood with her face. About ten minutes later the drama was over and she wanted to have her picture taken:
So we had the talk again about how you have to be careful on a boat, because you never know when a hatch could be open on the floor or something new could be sticking out. And I asked her to be nice to my expensive wood, and stop hitting it with her face. She really is a cheerful little deckhand, and she helped me handing tools and parts down while I repaired the main electrical panel.
We also finally got a coat of varnish on the new hinged hatch from the master stateroom to the back deck:
And the day slipped into a beautiful evening as I put the tools away and headed home…