Rick figured out what the problem was with the water cooling system: a shredded impeller. New impeller acquired, and with Brett's help, they managed to remove all the bits and pieces of the old one from the hoses. With that done, Rick and I took Heron from Calypso's berth on Spa Creek (where Heron wintered in the vain hope that we might use her this winter) to her home at Liberty Marina on the South River. It was the tail end of a Small Craft Advisory (isn't it always?), and there was a bit of chop, but it turned out fine. And we managed to depart the slip in Annapolis, and enter the slip in Edgewater without mishap.
Century Club: Eva Hill
Need to deal with all the stuff that makes cruising comfortable. Over the season, things break, spoil, fail or simply need updating or cleaning. This was a day for inventory, acquisitions, and cleaning. Sailing days are nigh.
Small craft advisory -- mostly manageable. But the wind direction and the high banks of our little branch of Crab Creek funneled the wind right in my face. Tough getting out, but easy coming back.
Drove to DC Friday night for a concert, not remembering that the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Ugh, the traffic! But glad we got to gawk a little. Closer to home, on the other hand, blossoms mean pollen -- achoo! Oh well, gotta make the most of spring days.
Do you, by any chance, eat jellyfish? Cuz last week there were hundreds, and today I only saw one on Crab Creek.
Went out despite a Small Craft Advisory. Wasn't too bad.
A week spent theorizing and shopping for miscellaneous and sundry parts had us convinced that we could fix what ails Heron. With hopeful hearts, we left the slip and got out on Spa Creek and under the Eastport Bridge ... but cooling water still appeared not to be coursing through the engine. Back to the dock.
Last week I saw a couple. Today, HUNDREDS. The water is so clear, you can see that much better. We should call it Jellyfish Creek. I don't know this species very well, but it is prolific.
Took Heron out for a spin from her temporary home in Spa Creek, in the optimistic hope that we'll soon be boating for real. Didn't get very far before we realized that cooling water was not coming out, so back to the slip. A bit of tinkering, and maybe it's fixed, but not before discovering other annoying little issues. Ah, boats.
Ewwww!
Just a tick below my minimum acceptable temperature for kayaking. But that's March.
Just spent the last week living the Salt Life (OK, so that's the name of the restaurant close to my rented beach house) on Amelia Island. Walking the beach, hunting shark teeth, whacking tennis balls, etc. Because of unrelenting wind, we never managed to take a boat tour or kayak. Oh well, back in the brackish waters of home, I'm back on the kayak. Crab Creek and the South River today. A beautiful day, still enough to see the bottom of the creek in many places.