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Chip ahoy

If you want to buy a Catalina 22 sloop, fix up an old one or just add stuff, Chip Ford has the site.

It’s a boat, 4

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It was in the inviting 70s this afternoon so I went out and continued working on the sloop. Decided to stick with the old cabin lights, aged-looking as they are, until they quit, before using the new ones. Hooked up the new gel battery with the trickle-charge from the solar panel on the top of the boom there, but left the new charger installation to another time. The tuned-up Suzuki 4 started on the second pull. Next is the dreaded cleaning and painting of the teak, seen here in all its decrepitude. But if overnight rains don’t cause flooding, I believe I’ll motor out into the channel tomorrow. See if I can shed some of the marine life I can see on the rudder, and can’t see but can assume is on the keel and the bottom of the hull. Want to hold off sailing until the rerigging is done on the 25th.

It’s a boat, 3

Got the mainsail up for airing, and inventoried stuff to see what could be thrown away. Among them an empty Cetol can, which needs replacing for painting the teak trim. Glad to see no dirt dauber nests (or cells, as the learned say) on the sail or inside the horse blanket. But the activity summoned a good many daubers from elsewhere on the dock, because of all the spiders uncovered when the sail was hoisted. Daubers are evil looking wasps, but I’ve never been stung. Not even when I’ve uncovered a bunch of their cells and thrown them overboard. They are considered beneficial because they eat bugs, particularly controlling spiders which they line their nest with for their larvae to feed on. So you put up with them.

It’s a boat

Caught making lists this afternoon of things yet to do on the sloop before it’s presentable and usable again. The memory fades without lists. Proceeding at a stately pace of an hour or so a day, squeezed in between parenting and other things, I have progressed. After more than a year of no use, the boat was (and is yet) pretty dirty, but it’s improving. Finally got the hull and the deck clean of dirt, mold and mildew, and yesterday took on the forepeak, vacuuming the cushions and the surfaces and wiping everything. I got out two baseball-sized mud dauber’s nests. The smell of bleach finally got to me, despite the open hatches. About then two humongously oversized (for a lake) cabin cruisers chugged by at slow speed. They set up more wake going slow, and I was rolling around in the cramped forepeak like a fish in a can. Finally finished, fought off the nausea, and brought the cushions back in from their airing in the cockpit. Then went home. Think I got dehydrated in the 90 degree heat. Memo: next time, tomorrow, bring more water.

Ignominious end

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A 1975 Catalina 22 finds a sad end after 32 years. It was abandoned by its owner, who had removed, among other things, the teak trim. It was leaking sufficiently that it had to be pumped out periodically, and Anderson Mill marina was tired of the game. When they couldn’t get the owner, who was no longer paying his monthly slip fee, to take care of it, they dragged it, scraping, up the ramp on its folded swing-keel. There’s a few more of various makes due to make the trip, victims possibly of the long drought when the docks were moved so far out into Lake Travis that it was hard to get to the boats to maintain them. Some of them were a lot dirtier than ours.

School’s almost out

Just two more days and Mr. Boy is off for ten days–until Camp Shalom begins on June 4, a day camp at the J featuring swimming, science, crafts, athletics, music and art. And mornings and early afternoons off for me just like in the school year. Yay. In the interim, we’ll play some catch, fly a kite if the wind’s right, and go sailing, assuming the sloop‘s outboard is fixed by then. Should be.

Catalina 22

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The family sloop, a 1985 Catalina 22, looks better in this photo than it did up close, at the time, as it was covered with grey mold spots after a year without use on Lake Travis. During the drought the docks were moved to where they were inaccessible most of the time. Now it’s back and almost four weeks since the photo was taken, the exterior is three-quarters clean. Elbow grease and Sof Scrub is all it takes. Still have to finish the cockpit and clean out the cabin, but it’s coming along. The admiral wants to sell it and I had planned to, while it was inaccessible, but of course nobody wanted to buy it then. But after 22 years of sailing it, it’s hard to part. Has to be cleaned and the outboard overhauled to sell it, anyway. If I can lure Mr. B. onto it a couple of times once school is out on May 24, I may have the winningest reason to keep it. Racing is something I’ve never cared to do, but he might find it exciting.