Category: Adventures

  • I’ve Grounded Too Often

    I’ve Grounded Too Often

    Saturday August 27, 2022, Belleville to Murray Canal

    The convoy of 3 boats left Belleville with the intention of going through the Murray Canal.   The Murray canal has very narrow entrances, with shallow areas on each side of the ‘ditch’ under water.  In one area there is a shallow 3 feet on the north side and less than 6 feet on the other side.  The available width is just 60 feet or less. 

    We were told by the swing bridge crew to hold position in this underwater canyon.   I started getting close to the less than 6 feet north side and tried to turn around in narrow space.  I hit Doug’s dinghy, and broke a couple of expensive fittings.  He yelled at me to reverse and I tried, but failed to do so in time and ultimately hit his boat.   I’m very angry at myself for being intimidated by the shallow water and screwing up Doug’s day.    It was completely my fault and it haunts me even when I write this a week later.  He got a quote for the broken pieces and I reimbursed him immediately, but it was a pittance for my ruining both our days.  I was so shaken I got grounded on the south side and plowed through soft mud that was about 5.5 feet deep (I draw 6 feet).  We left 30 foot trail of muddy water behind us before we got clear.    I’ve grounded too often lately and I still have to go through the dreaded Presqu’iIe Bay tomorrow where the navigation buoys don’t necessarily keep you from running aground. 

    It is at the second swing bridge that boats must pay $5.50 for passage through the Murray Canal.  As you approach the open bridge, a person passes a long stick with a bucket on the end and boaters are supposed to drop the money into the bucket as payment.   It is a quaint custom, but it is their way and it works, I guess.  Pierre dropped the money in and we passed through.

  • The tow line was caught tight in the propellor

    The tow line was caught tight in the propellor

    Tuesday August 23, 2022, Waupoos

    Geezus I thought the boat was in perfect condition, but I seem to have spent the day screwing it  up all by myself.  I did non of the 3 things I meant to do today that I listed yesterday. 

    Pierre and I motored from Kingston Yacht Club in a very heavy rainstorm that had no thunder or lightening.  It was wet in every crack of the boat and every crack of the two of us.   But it was exhilarating, even so.  The weather lightened up at 1pm and we arrived at Waupoos Winery at about 3:30.  

    My contact at the winery said to anchor about 50 feet off the dock.  I saw a big white building and thought it was Waupoos Winery.   It wasn’t.  It was about a half km east of the winery but we hadn’t figured that out. 

    The chart said 12 feet, and I draw 6 so of course I ran aground in the sand.  My first grounding, albeit a soft one. The depth meter said 5.9 feet and we were going very slowly so there was only a slight change in velocity.   No problem.  I’ll just back up.  

    So I did.

    I had forgotten that the dinghy was being towed behind me.  I ran it over.  It ended up wrapped around the bow.   The dinghy brand spanking new tow line caught the brand spanking new propellor and the engine died.  I ran forward and dropped the anchor.  It worked wonderfully.

    The tow line was caught tight in the propellor, even though it has a cutter, and was attached fast so I couldn’t pull it out.  

    Oh well.  We have to clear the dinghy and put the motor on anyway to go visit the winery. 

    There is a design flaw on the block and tackle mechanism that raises and lowers the dinghy motor from its perch to the back of the dinghy.    A cleat is up top that is practically unusable.  We had to take the cleat out of the equation and lower the motor onto the dinghy.  I’ll move the cleat down someday but until then it really can’t be used easily.  

    By the time we had dinghy and motor in place it was too late to dive on the propellor and cut the line away.  So I’ll do that tomorrow morning.  The flaw in that thinking is that if I end up on a lee shore in a blow tonight, I’ll be up the creek with no motor.   All I can do is sleep lightly and well and do the dive early. Stay tuned.  This was poor foresight on my part.

    We got to the winery, got a tour, and a tasting, bought a couple bottles of wine…yadda yadda  Actually Waupoos Winery has a whole farm to table program with cattle, pig, sheep, and other food animal farms.  They feed the leftover grapes, apples, peanuts, hazelnuts, and other leftovers from their processes to the animals, which you can dine on at the restaurant.  It is one of the most complex and well thought out farm to table programs and it is clear that they are very proud of the program.   I hope that it is sustainable.

    Tomorrow it is:

    • Dive on the propellor
    • Breakfast
    • Motor to Deseronto and decide whether to try for Belleville or not.
    • Do one of the three things I didn’t do today. 

    Long day.

    Oh yea.  As I open the coach hatches the pain in my shoulders reminds me of the goddam dinghy motor that wouldn’t start.  It’s only been run one time before and I am not fucking impressed.  It should have started on the first pull, not after many that gives me bruises and strained muscles.  I wanna scream at the salesman because that’s all I know.  It’s a..  aw sheet, I forget.

  • We’ve had enough of storms

    We’ve had enough of storms

    Monday, August 22, 2022, Kingston Yacht Club

    So lots has been solved and some new problems have popped up, but I haven’t been here in Kingston since maybe August 13.  There just hasn’t been anything I need to do on Cambio and I was committed to photograph the 2022 Canada Games in Niagara.    

    The lads from Kiwi (Canada) came by in my absence and dove on the boat to replace the propellor blades.   That, I believe at this writing is the only thing that is doable to make the boat safe and transportable back to Niagara.

    I talked with Cody at South Shore Yachts about the furler and he will inspect it when I get it to him in Niagara on the Lake.  I have confidence that he’s the right guy after a conversation with him at the Niagara on the Lake Sailing Club during the Canada Games.

    New issues which I discovered when I got back to the boat yesterday include:

    • A battery drain on the windlass battery or a problem with the charging system.  It is down to 9.45V and that’s too low.  Work for tomorrow.
    • There is a kybo smell in the aft quarterberth, which probably means that there is a leaky pipe near the waste tank, as there is no undue smell in the head.  Work for tomorrow. 
    • The salon table is loose.  This is definitely due to the storm, but I think I only need to reseat some screws or to tighten them.  Work for tomorrow.

    Now which one is the priority?  Which one has the greatest chance of success?  I’ll sleep on it and work on the smelly one first.  

    The original plan was to head out on Monday for Wapoose, then through the Adolphus Reach, then along the north shore to Toronto, then cut South to Port Dalhousie.  Monday rained all day with thunder storm warnings all day.   The same is called for Tuesday morning to we’re playing it cautiously.  Wapoose is only 4 hours so that’s a good shakedown for the newly repaired Cambio.  But we’ve had enough of storms.   

  • It was a bumpy ride from Cobourg to Whitby.

    It was a bumpy ride from Cobourg to Whitby.

    Tuesday August 30, 2022, Cobourg to Whitby

    It was a bumpy ride from Cobourg to Whitby.  The wind was on the nose and we motored through messy sets of waves.

    About 5 hours later we arrived at the dock in Whitby, just a few docks down from where I had taken possession of Cambio in early May.  I felt badly that the topsides showed new scratches which happened while I had been learning how to dock.  Most of them will buff out but I haven’t done that yet and probably won’t until spring commissioning. 

  • I’m watching the wind carefully

    I’m watching the wind carefully

    Wednesday July 27, 2022, Kingston Yacht Club

    Work continues.  

    • Picked up the Genoa today.  JC did a fabulous job of repairing it, but he said he’d never do it again.   
    • The base of the bimini support on the starboard rear came loose, or we just noticed it yesterday.  We fixed it with new screws. 
    • Mechanic Kevin Mcleod came by today to finish fixing the motor.  It is in great shape as he leaves and I hope it will get us home because it may be a big motor trip.
    • Jeff secured the anchor, which had come undone in the storm, I believe.
    • We redid the reefing lines and made sure they ran free and clear.
    • The ropey things that guide your mainsail when taking it down; we adjusted those. The storm had wildly misaligned them.  (lazy jacks)
    • Zip ties made the MOM unit back to being safe and reliable.  (Man Overboard Thing)
    • Harken sent the manual for the Furling system.  The game plan there is to get quotes from Masthead Rigging and South Shore Yachts to repair or replace the furler.  It is unusable at this moment.
    • We are planning on leaving on Tuesday at 7am.  Motor through the Adolphus Reach and come out just after Trenton.  Then pick the best time to cross the lake.  Windy isn’t giving me the best answers or I’m not ready to listen.  But I’m watching the wind carefully.
    • Jeff continues to work tirelessly and it shows all over the boat. 

    The Genoa Sheets were damaged in the storm and will have to be replaced

  • Another storm hit last night.

    Another storm hit last night.

    Monday July 25, 2022  Kingston Yacht Club

    So another storm hit last night.  I measured winds at 43knots, or 80 km/h.  Fortunately, I was at the dock in KYC but it still shook the boat enough to wake us up and check the lines.

    Today Bob came back and climbed the 65’ mast again to reinstall the genoa furler. Where do such people come from.  The morning after I arrived he showed up and helped, no, led the takedown of the furler, gave information on what might be wrong with it, and went up the mast to take the furler down for inspection.  It is up now but won’t turn.  When we get the sail back, we can raise it manually but can’t furl it and it is so heavy that it will be a 2 person job on a boat with 2 man crew.  I’m thrilled that Matt is coming back for the return trip.  He was awesome crew during the storm and aftermath.  Did I say that already?

  • The Storm

    The Storm

    Wednesday July 20, 2022 Transit Port Dalhousie to Kingston Yacht Club

    The Storm

    I didn’t dream that the boat would do 14.2 knots in a 43-knot breeze, but a lightening storm caught up with us about 10:00 and pounded us for 2 hours with 43+ knot gusts and waves that built to 4 meters. 

    Matt was my crew on this adventure and the short story is we survived without knowing what damage the boat took.  Special kudos to Otto the helmsmaster (Autohelm) who tirelessly steered for 24 hours and to Matt who was calm and professional the entire way. 

    The storm hit quickly.  I had just asked Matt to reel in the genoa and the storm hit. He brought it in a bit and then the wind wrestled the furling line out of his hands and the genoa went full.  I was holding the genoa sheet and it was wrenched from my hand.   The genoa was hidden in the darkness and behind the main so we weren’t sure of the damage to the genoa.   The boat was still screaming downwind so it wasn’t safe for anyone to go forward and look at the genoa, and they couldn’t have really seen much anyway.   We continued downwind with a flogging genoa and a reefed main that had the last reef point ripped out so it was more of an accordion shape instead of a sail shape.

    At some point towards the end of the storm, we came upon a laker.  It seemed to be coming at us from the east.  With the wind behind us we had limited options for maneuvering, and we changed course to starboard to avoid it.  Then he seemed to change course to his starboard and we were in a collision course again.  I turned the boat to Port and cut inside his arc.   While I was doing that I lost track of course in the dark.  I do remember moving from a consistent course of 63  degrees and then avoiding the tanker and ending up on a course of 311 degrees.  The darkness and lack of any reference point other than the laker confused me. Unfortunately, the track on the navigation display doesn’t show the dipsy doodle we were doing to avoid the laker and regain our course.

    After the storm there remained big waves and wind all night making it unsafe to go forward.  In the morning we found that the genoa had been ripped, a giant hole about 8×8 feet, and the reefed main looked like an accordion that clearly would not be going upwind.  However, it was downwind all the way to Kingston. And the closest port was Coburg to the north of us, which was not reachable by reaching under sail.   After Cobourg were a few ports on the north shore, but in the circumstances they were all wired for failure because they contained some degree of upwind sailing, which we could not do with a messed up genoa and main sail. It would also box us into a lee short against Prince Edward County. The only option was to take the south route around Prince Edward County and in it’s lee, make for Kingston.  Kingston has a big sailing culture and a robust Canadian Coast Guard where I didn’t think Cobourg and East to the County had.

    Somewhere in the night a slam gybe happened and the boom became slightly crooked and the starboard traveler car block was smashed.  The traveller block has now been replaced (7/23).  The gooseneck looks ok so the boom goes far down on the to do list.  

    The trek around the County was interesting.  Matt had to do a controlled gybe and executed it perfectly.  We didn’t know if the main was damaged or if it would survive the gybe.  It seems to have survived the gybe. The genoa continued to flog and twist and tear and my greatest fear would be that the tightly wrapped genoa might unravel and give us more unwanted speed.   It did not, thankfully.  We were doing about 8 knots with the tiny inefficient main.

    When daylight came it was still 20-25 knots downwind with up to 2 meter waves and still unsafe for anyone to go forward and try to fix anything.  Matt or myself could not have fixed the genoa.  We were sure of that.  And in the downwind direction we could go the main was pushing us towards Kingston at 8-9 knots.  This was just great luck.

    The Aftermath

    • Calling the Coast Guard and Brooke

    Since we landed in Kingston Yacht Club we’ve met some amazing people.  Bob, the head of a very robust junior sailing program pitched right in and led the recovery of the genoa and went up the mast to bring down the forestay and furler.  He has offered us the club workshop to work on the furler which is very welcome.  

    We took the sail up to JC at Kingston Yacht Sails and he looked it over and was just shy of condemning the sail but agreed to fix it for next Friday.   His quote was an amazing $500 which I think is low but I’m not a sailmaker.

    The first thing tomorrow morning I must call around to find a mechanic to fix the accelerator and gear shift linkages.  We want it done right but Jeff and I will try to play with it this afternoon (7/25) but I still want a mechanic to bless this boat.

    The genoa furler is f*cked.  It won’t turn very well and we can’t get some Phillips head screws off and an Allen screw.  These need to come off to assess the damage.    We took the manual to the local Marine Outfitters but the Harken furler dates from 2007 and all he could do was suggest to call Harken which we’ll do Monday AM (7/25).  If we need a new lower end of the furler, so be it.  I hope I don’t need a new foil.

    List of known damage

    • Ripped genoa, about 8’ x 10’ (see photos)
    • Deflated dinghy front inflated part
    • Broken Furling system
    • Broken Mainsheet traveller
    • Broken lazy jacks starboard side.
    • Broken reef lines on main
    • Broken furling line
    • Worn Genoa sheets
    • Consequent Costs
    • Kingston Yacht Club dock rental
    • Slanted boom
    •  
    • And more to come.  I’m very tired and will fill this in later.

  • My plans to go south in September are at risk

    My plans to go south in September are at risk

    Friday, July 8, 2022  Port Dalhousie

    I’m still doing the perp walk from the boat to office to get any Wi-Fi at all.  That’s my bitch today. 

    I haven’t heard if my water pump arrived yet.  If it does, that will be my job tomorrow.  If it doesn’t, I want to dismantle a few bars on the pushpit so I can access the dinghy and I should sort the anchors out.  But the weather is supposed to be outstanding so my plans may get waylaid by an afternoon sail.  I need to get at Canadian Tire:

    • Plumbing tape
    • A large wide slot headed screwdriver
    • 25’ of dock line

    My plans to go south in September are at risk.  My doctor says I’m a prime candidate for both knees to be replaced and I have the same osteoarthritis in my L4 and L5 spine.   My original plan was to make the decision on August 1.  If the boat was ready, and I was ready, then September 1 I head to Oswego.  The boat will be ready; the boat came to me almost ready, but I wonder if my knees will make single handing a serious problem.   This is depressing but several things can happen.

    • The wait list for knee replacements is 2 years.  Why don’t I go and come back for the operation?
    • I may find a travelling partner which would give us 4 legs to work the boat.  I’d like that. 
    • I may settle in to for the winter here and look forward to the spring and a whole new plan.  
    • What else?

    The next 6 weeks are important to this planning and stay tuned.  It’s a beautiful boat and I plan many miles below the keel.  Having the August 1 decision date means I don’t sweat the decision until that day.  No worrying.  Simply preparing and planning.   It would be painful to worry every day about what to do.  I’ll worry on August 1 and not before.

    The pump did not arrive today.  So I’m waterless for the weekend and don’t have that to install.

  • There was no way to return to the dock without leaving, circling and coming back.  In the middle of the big circle, while dodging the kayakers, small boats and bigger party boats

    There was no way to return to the dock without leaving, circling and coming back.  In the middle of the big circle, while dodging the kayakers, small boats and bigger party boats

    Saturday June 4, 2022  Toronto Harbour to Port Dalhousie

    What buffoonery (more to come) xx

    Canon Road Trip was a bust.  Not only were they not prepared when it started, but they had the address wrong and I burned out my back walking an extra kilometer distance.  That’s not a lot for most, but until my back heals, it made me arrive angry and sore after planning the Uber and the ‘no walking’ strategy.   The Canon staff were great however and the R3 was superb in a way that I’d never learn what all of them do and never use most of them.   Give me the same quality in a simpler camera and I might like it more.

    So we get back to the boat and the marina girl wants us to shove off asap at 11:30. So we fired up the engine and Rob started releasing the dock lines, with help from the girl.   The wind was coming over the port bow and we were docked on the starboard side.   For some reason the bow started pushing out and my stern ground into the dock and I had no choice but to “engage number 1 ahead”.   The boat moved slowly ahead and I did a head check on Rob and the marina girl. 

    The worst sound I heard was the slow grinding as my life ring caught on the electrical podium and it bent over.  After it had removed the life ring from the boat, the MOM overboard device caught the now falling podium.   The podium ripped half off and finished bending it to the ground.   There was no way to return to the dock without leaving, circling and coming back.  In the middle of the big circle, while dodging the kayakers, small boats and bigger party boats, I asked Rob where the marina girl was.  He said she went into her office, about 20 meters away.  

    So I called her.   Something like:

    ME: “Hey this is Cambio, sorry about that.  We’ll come back and work things out.”

    HER: “Oh that’s ok.  The dock is under repair and we shouldn’t have put you there.  Next time move up to the bigger dock.   Do you want your life ring back?”

    ME: “That’s ok, it is best we do not try to dock there again.  Are you sure we’re square?”

    HER: “Yes, it was going to be replaced anyway.”

    So Cambio motored away towards the Eastern Gap with a clear conscience and a ton of anxiety.   The life ring was left, amazingly, hanging on the hook on the dock that didn’t have a ring on it. 

    About 2 hours later I receive a phone call from a different worker at Marina Four.  “Are you going to come back and get your life ring?”.    “Yes, next week, if that’s ok.”.  “Yea fine.”   

    No damage to Cambio except for losing the life ring ($200), and some incidental repairs to the MOM harness.

    And we were off, out the Eastern Gap and into a beautiful sail across.  Wind was a steady SW and we hit 8 knots in a 12 knot breeze a few times, close hauled and letting the adrenalin bake away in the wind and sun. 

    The tack took us almost to Olcott and then a few short tacks took us to Port Dalhousie. 

    On a more serious note, I was sitting there casting my eye down the backstay and was suddenly shocked to see that there was no cotter pin holding the shackle attachment together.  If the shackle pin were to slip out, I’d lose the mast, probably.  It took me about 3 minutes to slip my keys off a ring and insert the ring in the cotter pin hole.  Now my challenge is to find a stainless-steel cotter ring or pin.

     

  • The squall hit about 3:30

    The squall hit about 3:30

    Friday June 3, 2022  Port Dalhousie –> Toronto

    The squall hit about 3:30. More later.  😊

    Left the dock at about 11 with Rob.   I didn’t account for the light wind and especially the prop walk to the right when reversing and  leaving the dock was a clusterfuck with squealing fenders and bouncy boat.  

    But the light wind became darned near no wind and for a couple of hours we drifted at about 1 knot from port Dalhousie. Finally we fired up the engine and started towards Toronto.  The wind picked up and we got to 5 knots under sail alone and this felt great.    Two squalls sitting under thunderclouds were off to the Northeast and it looked like we were going to miss them both.  This is good.  

    We were wrong.  The small one hit quickly and it was moving fast so when it hit we let our sails out to flog and rounded up under control of sorts and rode out the squall.  I guess that it brought winds of about 30 knots but we could only watch the instruments after the worst had died down and the instrument said 22.5 knots of wind.  As soon as the wind died down Rob brought in the genoa and we let the main drive the boat the last few miles into Toronto Harbour.  This was the first time in the harbour with this boat and was rather intimidating. 

    I’ve been in Toronto Harbour many times after crossing with the Shark but this boat is a whole other navigation hazard.

    First I violated Department of Transport rules by motoring inside the (one) buoy that marks Billy Bishop safety zones.  I knew the safety buoys were there and did my best not to go inside them but sure enough there was one lone buoy on my Port that I had missed.   I got out of there PDQ.  

    The ferry in the Western Gap was good enough to not cross while I was passing through into the chaos of the harbour. 

    We got into the harbour and I called the Marina Four number to arrange dockage. The west wind meant I should dock on the wall with the bow facing west and with fenders on the starboard side.  “Rob, could you please put the fenders on the starboard side?”   He did.  We went in to the dock and the hull scraped against the dock.  My horror was complete when I realized that he had tied the fenders too high for the dock.  The dockmaster was valiant by pushing the boat off the dock but there is a long scar there on the hull that will require significant buffing.

    We were both exhausted and settled down in the cockpit processing what had happened this day.

    Should I have specified dock level fenders?  Ultimately the captain is responsible for ‘it all’ so yes.  Rob had only been sailing 5 times and had done well all the other times. So I have to take responsibility and am quite certain that he’ll remember that incident and be fantastic with the fenders in future.    

    Another thing I plan to do with the fenders is to create a quick release and quick attach system because it leaves deck hands puffed out to untie and retrieve the fenders and then to tie them on again after a great sail.  This will take some thought. 

    During the squall, the main sail flogged and worked the topping lift shackle pin out and the shackle went overboard.  This is the second time and I had fixed it once with a smaller shackle but didn’t have seizing wire to secure the pin.  I even had the heavy duty pins on board and had planned to replace it on Monday.    We’ll fix it tomorrow before we leave, but without seizing wire I’ll use pliers to keep it tight.

    I’m very tired.  Lots of esoteric things to mull over about the responsibilities of captain and crew as well as a fantastic sail, 90% quiet enjoyment and 10% stress and terror.

    Tomorrow the weather back to Port Dalhousie forecasts 15-25 km/h from the West so it should be a lively and fun beam reach to Niagara.   No squalls are forecast.