Century Club: Jeffrey Halpern

Saturday, March 4, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

We were scheduled to visit Michael, my stepson and his wife this weekend. That is always a joy for me. But Michael was feeling ill and we decided that it probably made sense to come up another time. Maybe ‘reprieve’ is not the right term since I was really looking forward to seeing them, but that left me free to go sailing. And that is what I did.

It was a good day to be on the water, not to cold, not too windy, just about perfect for a short ingle-handed day sail. The winds began to build as I was heading home, but too bad, not too badly at all.  

It was a short sail so this is a short log post.

Sunday, February 26, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

I have been racing on Frank Martien's the Tartan 101, "Starbird" for a number of year's now. I have been a regular onboard during the AYC Wednesday Night Series and the Frostbite series. I have been permitted to skipper the boat on those rare occasions when the owner is unavilable but we have a full crew. Sunday was one those days. I had not been helmsman on Starbird in a while so the crew agreed to get out on the water earlier than usual to give me a chance to get the feel for the boat and experiment with some sail trim settings,  

The wind conditions were just variable enough to make it important to stay on our toes and ready to respond quickly. Those kinds of changable conditions make for fun races, with lots of opportunities to advance or end up in the cheap seats. We had a good race out there, playing the conditions quite well and ending up as the second boat across the line and beating boat for boat all of the boats who owed us time. But of course, there were boats who we owned time, and so we corrected in fifth place out of the 13 boats that were out there. As someone who does not helm that boat regularly, I don't feel too badly about that finish since we were only 30 seconds out of third place. (Darn if I had only not over stood that one mark!) 

I was very appreciative of the Starbird crew working as a well oiled machine and keeping me advised on what was happening outside of the boat, while still keeping it light and fun. 

Back at the dock, during the debrief, we implishly considered sending the owner a text saying, "The starboard tack boat is asking for your insurance information." While there were big grins among the crew as we joked about this, we unanimously chose not to. Instead, the text thanked Frank for letting us use his boat and for the trust that represented. It truly was a generous gift.....

All in all, it was a wonderful day on the water with a great bunch of folks. . 

Saturday, February 25, 2023
Number of days:
1 day
  • View of Autopilot showing actuator arms and link rods

On saturday the weather was almost perfect with the high temperature for the day predicted to be around 38 degrees. Precipitation predictions were at 90% and described as ongoing misting. punctuated by drizzle and maybe some isolated sleet. If it had been colder or wetter it would have been perfect. I mean with that forecast I could have donned multitudinous layers of thermal stuff and some foul weather gear and gone sailing. That would not have been the first time I did something stupid like that. But if it was just a little colder and wetter, it would have been a perfect day just to work on the boat. So that is what I mean when I say that the weather was almost perfect. 

Despite the lack of perfect conditions, I decided to work on the boat. I have a long list of small tasks to do by spring and I knocked a few of them off the list.

I have also been engineering an installation of a new autopilot and its mounting brackets. In furtherance of that, I crawled down into the Lazarette to take a few dimensions that I had missed the last time. It being such almost perfect weather and I then skulked off to draw up the autopilot geometry to make sure that there was room for everything to move and not collide with other parts. (See drawing) 

Sunday, February 19, 2023
Number of days:
1 day
  • Surfing home with Susan at the helm

So, here was the plan. With the boat owner unable to race, I would skipper ‘Starbird’ in the AYC Frostbite Series with her usual crew. But then the Mainsail trimmer pulled out, and the pit person twisted his ankle and decided to bail as well. While just us three remaining crew probably could have gotten Starbird around the course, that did not seem prudent in the predicted gusty conditions.

So the new plan was to just go day sailing on Synergy. That plan turned out to work well. We had hoped to sail down into Annapolis Harbor and watch the races. We watched a few of the starts, but by that time we were seeing winds in the high teens and low-20 knot range. We quickly got out of the starting area and ducked further into the harbor to get a lee to lighten the load as I tied in a reef in the mainsail.

With the sail plan snugged down and the helm now neutral, we began a fast beat back out across the Bay. We threw in a tack as we approached the shipping channel, then cracked off slightly for a fast close reach into the increasingly heavier winds, now solidly in the low 20 knot range and still gusting. We were still easily slicing through the square waves that built up as we neared Thomas Point Light but it was time to head home.  

Wearing around near Thomas Point, we headed back towards Whithall Bay on a scorching broad reach. It was great conditions for surfing. With Susan on the helm, we hit 10.5 knots (GPS with roughly ¾ knots of current) in one of the bigger waves and gusts.

Back at the dock, it was noted that we had returned with all of the fingers and toes that we had left with and that a good time was had by all.

Saturday, February 18, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

So here was the plan, Saturday morning I would get up early, and do a few chores around the house. My wife, Barbara was getting her hair done, so that would give me a chance to slip out for a couple hour sail before I needed to be front and center to spend the rest of the day with Barbara doing the things we planned to do. . Perfect! 

Saturday morning, chores done and many multiple layers donned, I sauntered down to the dock. As I walked down the stairs to the dock I realized that Friday night's northerlies had lowered the tide sufficiently that the channel out of Mill Creek into Whitehall Bay was probably too shallow for Synergy to pass. 

No big deal thought I, as I warmed up the engine, ran the jib sheets, and removed the sail cover. I now formed a new plan. I would simply sail in the Creek. It had been a long time since I had sailed the length of Mill Creek and so I figured that it would be a low-key beat up the creek and a slow broad reach home… That worked for me. 

But as those of us with an older diesel might tell you, we tend to watch the color of the exhaust with a the intensity of papal followers staring at the Sistine Chapel smoke stack for even the faintest clues as to the internal deliberations of the College of Cardinals, or as for us old diesel folks, for the internal deliberations of our engines. The general clues are black or gray smoke is unburned fuel (maybe injectors, injector pump setting, bad fuel), Bluish smoke is burning lube oil (perhaps cylinder walls damage, bad rings, valve guides) and white smoke is water vapor (overheating, bad mixing elbow). 

In dead of winter, Synergy's exhaust tends to waft as thin white clouds that disburse a foot or two behind the transom. After some testing and checking, years ago I concluded hose thin white emissions are simply the warm moist air from the exhaust hitting the cold air of winter. It is the diesel exhaust equivalent of seeing your breath on a cold winter's day. 

But this winter the clouds were thicker and lasted longer than usual. I mentally concluded that it was probably just that the air was cooler or something innocuous like that. But Saturday was warmer, and as I motored out into the creek, I observed that the cloud remained thicker and denser than it should have been for the air temperature. I put the engine in neutral, and let it idle as I watched the exhaust for a few minutes. It seemed like there wasn’t quite as much water coming out of the exhaust as usual and so reluctantly, I turned back around and went back into the slip.

The new plan, if you could call it that, was the “Boats can’t live by going sailing alone plan”. That plan became doing a bit of diagnostics and maintenance. Back at the dock, I checked the intake thru-hull to make sure it was fully open. It was. Even though the maintenance log showed that the impeller had been replaced roughly a year and a half prior, and been replaced less than 30 engine hours earlier, I opened the raw water pump to check the impeller. It looked good, but since the pump was open, I replaced the otherwise perfect looking impeller.

Then I did a bucket test with the engine pumping water from a bucket of seawater rather than through the thru-hull. The flow was definitely much better from the bucket test, so the problem wasn’t with the engine. The problem lie somewhere between the water pump and intake thruhull. I turned on the water to the dock, back flushed the system, hooked everything back up again, and started the engine and let it run in gear in the slip. Voila, the water flow was normal, the white cloud was gone, but, alas, so was my alloted time to go sailing. 

 

 

Saturday, February 11, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

The calendar said that I was going frost bite racing on Sunday, but the weather prediction said that wasn't happening  If I was going sailing that weekend, I had better go on Saturday and there was no other way around that,

After a quick house vacuuming job (thank goodness for living in a small house and having the boat out back), I suited up in my Michelin man costume and wandered down to the dock, As I stepped on board I quickly discovered that I was way overdressed for the ocassion and so peeled off a half a dozen layers, peeled off the mainsail cover, tied on the jib sheets, and slipped out for a quiet sail.

There was almost no one out in the Bay and most of the boats that were out there were motoring.  After a qucik trip up towards the bridge, I swung back around and headed for home, but it was still early enough that I could not resist a loop through the harbor.

Out in the Bay, I sailed through a large flock of saltwater ducks who took flight as I passed through creating a sterophonic whistled tune without a melody;. With each stroke of each bird's wing and each bird's alofting, came a tiny bit of the high pitched harmony and stacato of webbed toes tapping water. 

One the way into town, I passed through a start of some Solings out doing what Soings do. Synergy did a quick pirouiette to avoid the one boat that port-tacked the fleet. As we passed nearly cheek to cheek, he said, "I didn't expect to find you here." and all I could say was, "And I didn't expect to find you here either". 

I had a nice sail through the harbor. Nothing new except for a dead empty mooring field.

The trip back home again would be memorable if i could remember more than the jibe into Whitehall Bay, and tacking in the skinny part of the channel into Mill Creek.

I decided that I had heard enough of the engine on the way iout and so decided to bring Synergy into the slip without using the engine. Synergy sits stern to in her slip. Getting her into the slip backwards requires dropping the sails well upwind of the slip, and then turning back towards the slip before losing steerage. On the way downwind she builds up speed and I aim her the bow at the middle of the slip. At the last minute when her bow can clear the far piling, the helm is thrown hard over. As the bow moves away from the slip, the stern swings in towards the piling. In a definitively "Do-or-become-Don-Quixote" moment, I spear the stern line with a boat hook, drag Synergy to a halt, reverse the wheel and pull her backwards into the slip. When it goes well it is a well choreographed parlor trick. It went well. 

Its not often that you have a witness when you pull off that sort of bit of seamanship. But there was a fellow on the neighboring dock who called over with his approval. That beats the sound of one hand clapping and was the whip cream and strawberry on the parfait, 

Sunday, February 5, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

This was the start of AYC's Second Half of the Frostbite Racing season. I raced aboard Frank Martien's Tartan 101 'Starbird' with the usual suspects, During the fall we had made a series of refinements to the sail control gear and this was a chance to tell how well the mod's worked. They worked well and the crew worked well together.  It wasn't the best of races and wasn't the worst of races, but it was a great day to be out upon the water with my friends, 

Saturday, February 4, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

Sometimes you are just plain jone'n for a day on the water. You may need to be home on time to clean off the sunscreen, go out to dinner and attend the symphony that night, But even so there is a whole day ahead of that so why not slip out sailing for a few hours, Backed by the idea that there is no bad weather, just bad clothing, This was that kind of day, with a long reach out into the Bay, then a leg back trhough Annapolis, buzzing the tourists on the City Dock and then home again before the day was too far gone. 

Saturday, January 7, 2023
Number of days:
1 day

I had not admitted to myself that I had planned to go out sailing, at least not until I wandered down to the dock to put the new registration sticker on Synergy. I stood there allegedly checking out the new main halyard, but secretly glancing at the anemometer and the blue sky above.

Looking at the masthead, I noted that there was a breeze and sunshine. Lowering my gaze, I noted that there was no ice on the creek, as I thought to myself that I had purposefully promised to sail more this year, and Synergy had not been out of the slip in a week. It was irrevocably time to go sailing. 

Synergy and I sailed out of Whitehall and headed down toward Thomas Point, before circling back and ducking into Annapolis Harbor and buzzing the tourists on the City Dock. (After all, if one must take a selfie in Annapolis, there should at least be a sailboat in the background, and if no one else was going to show up with their boat, I believe that Synergy was seriously obligated to appear before the upturned cellphones.) 

I only saw three other boats out there sailing and so felt compelled to sail by each and say 'hello' and 'happy New Year'. As it turned out 2 of the 3 were CHESSS members. (Chesapeake Shorthanded Sailing Society) 

It was a brilliant sail back in a building breeze and some strong downdrafts including the one that buried the lee deck past the genoa tracks. "Bad helmsman! Bad Helmsman! This is not funny so stop grinning" 

Monday, January 2, 2023
Number of days:
1 day
  • Measurements of Synergy's Lazarette

It seemed like a good day to do some maintenance. For several years I have been planning to replace the autopilot on my boat but have had a problem finding a ram that would work with my steering system. Finally I found that Jefa made a comapct rotary ram that might work, but it requires a very precise installation geometry, and I was not convinced that it would work in the space available.

To figure out if it worked, I needed to produce reasonably accurate drawings of Synergy's lazarette and rudder post position. To do that I needed to crawl into the lazarette and take a whole bunch of measurements. So on the 2nd I crawled into the lazarette with a slew of measuring tool and began measuring. (see image) 

That went pretty well, so I decided to do an oil change and so motored out into the Martin's Cove and Mill Creek to warm up the engine oil for the oil change. When I got back in the slip I realized that I had used my spare oil filter on the last oil change so did not actually change the oil. 

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