Post-holiday workout
Jamie and I happily agreed to watch our friends' house so they could head out to Hawaii for Christmas and New Year's. And everything was great - they have a sweet old dog and a very powerful wood-burning stove. But the day after Christmas I got a gruff call from the harbormaster:
"I need Sean."
I simply replied,"You can't have Sean; he's in Hawaii."
"Well, his boat's sinking."
No stress yet - it had snowed quite a bit, and heavy snow can weigh the boat in the water a little. So I asked, "Can you tell me how it's sinking?"
"I don't know," he barked, "but there's a guy with a pump there alrea-"
And SPROINNG! Off the couch, called another friend with a boat, and drove (rather slowly) to the harbor. But by the time Gerald, his friend, Jamie, and I got there this fantastically nice guy featured in the video had pumped the majority of the water out of the cabin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esQ3Re1cIOY&feature=email
He deserves a standing ovation (and a large bottle of whiskey). His boat's the one on the next float with the blue tarp. For comparison this is how the Tango is sitting now:
After Tim left, Gerald and his friend went to find something to rig up an electric pump with. And Jamie and I began hand-pumping the rest of the water and removing the water soaked items from the cabin - the cushions, the sails, the books, etc. And oh, my god, this was the workout part. Water-laden sails and cushions - most of which could not be carried very far and were instead carted (in a snowstorm, after the sun had set) through 7 inches of powder to the ramp, then dragged up the ramp to the truck. The ramp at low, a very low, tide. You can imagine the repeats. I remember distinctly at least 9 of the repeats...
But she lives, and that is a very good thing. The electrical system was completely destroyed, but a couple of old seadogs managed to save the engine (by baking the salty, watery bits!).
Mmmm, must remember the joy of post-multiple-fondues muscle fatigue....and snot pouring out of our noses (sorry, too visual? =+)
"I need Sean."
I simply replied,"You can't have Sean; he's in Hawaii."
"Well, his boat's sinking."
No stress yet - it had snowed quite a bit, and heavy snow can weigh the boat in the water a little. So I asked, "Can you tell me how it's sinking?"
"I don't know," he barked, "but there's a guy with a pump there alrea-"
And SPROINNG! Off the couch, called another friend with a boat, and drove (rather slowly) to the harbor. But by the time Gerald, his friend, Jamie, and I got there this fantastically nice guy featured in the video had pumped the majority of the water out of the cabin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esQ3Re1cIOY&feature=email
He deserves a standing ovation (and a large bottle of whiskey). His boat's the one on the next float with the blue tarp. For comparison this is how the Tango is sitting now:
After Tim left, Gerald and his friend went to find something to rig up an electric pump with. And Jamie and I began hand-pumping the rest of the water and removing the water soaked items from the cabin - the cushions, the sails, the books, etc. And oh, my god, this was the workout part. Water-laden sails and cushions - most of which could not be carried very far and were instead carted (in a snowstorm, after the sun had set) through 7 inches of powder to the ramp, then dragged up the ramp to the truck. The ramp at low, a very low, tide. You can imagine the repeats. I remember distinctly at least 9 of the repeats...
But she lives, and that is a very good thing. The electrical system was completely destroyed, but a couple of old seadogs managed to save the engine (by baking the salty, watery bits!).
Mmmm, must remember the joy of post-multiple-fondues muscle fatigue....and snot pouring out of our noses (sorry, too visual? =+)