Annie Hill wrote:
Sounds like the Albatross will soon be ready to go Wandering. You're making splendid progress in spite of Boat US's best efforts. The Lexan stanchions were a pretty astonishing concept and I can see why Mr Surveyor hesitated. What would he have done had you left them off altogether, I wonder. It must be reassuring to know that the rest passed muster. Fortunately, the existence of cat boats in your country, would at least prepare him for the absence of chainplates, wire, etc.
Best of luck with your continuing efforts. I hope you're going to find time to write all about both the building and your first sails for the magazine and those members who don't get on line :-)
Wandering. Yes, well, not soon enough, my dear, not soon enough. But "very soon now," he said, cheerfully.
The stanchions didn't get completely welded until... Friday, after which I polished them and began installing. It was a very busy week for my pet welder. I was hoping he'd get to my "job" night after night after he'd finished his "day job", but like me, he too was tuckered out again and again. Frustration. So near the finish, and yet still so far from the finishline.
Fortunately, after 3,649,041 measurements taken while building this boat, the holes in the new stanchions fit the existing brackets on the toerail. Finished up that Saturday after moving the mast out of my basement.
The surveyor never saw the mast, but he did see the sail bundle on deck. He didn't say much but he knew I sewed the sail too. (Every seam is triple-stitched broadseams.)
The mast move went like clockwork; smooth as silk; a pleasure to watch competent people working together. Aside from issuing the occasional instruction, (once a foreman, always a foreman,) I never manhandled the stick at all.
I began calling team at 6:00AM to roust the late sleepers. The only one whom I didn't call was Jeffrey, the "transport". Naturally, he didn't show until 9:30. By then Mongo, Melvin and Jarret had the mast out and up on the sidewalk. Jeffrey brought a 20' aluminum I-beam to spread out the weight on the truck rack, and with the addition of Jeffrey and Young Andrew, they heaved the mast up and onto the rack. It wasn't quite like "sneaking through the city with a 38' load on top of a 20' truck at the crack of dawn", but we had a lead car and a chase car (moi), and the several cops we passed didn't think to make an issue of it.
The unloading went even smoother. The overhead crane picked the mast off the rack and landed on a wheeled dolly and rolled under the boat. Yippie Kay Yea! All the parts, boat, mast and sail are in the same place. I had the best crew one could hope for; they got paid in Heinekens.
Meanwhile, the transport issue is slowly developing to my satisfaction. So far, I have a fallback price of $1K. I have a bid that's 25% lower than that from what appears to be a reputable boat hauler. The auction (uShip) ends tonight, and I've been told the action doesn't really start until the last moments of the auction, sort of like Ebay. We'll see hwat happens.
Thanks, Annie, and everyone else who have so graciously welcomed me back. I'm looking forward to writing about something that doesn't involve boring people with my travails or the minutiae of some bit of arcana I've invented. Sea trials should be readable.
TTFN,
MD!