|Apparently it's a popular place these days.|
Also, there was this factor:
Nonetheless, we've now sailed some and repaired or installed a great deal more. The boat's in good, serviceable shape and we have a good game plan for doing here in Toronto what we would have done in Halifax in less familiar surroundings. We've even got a land-based apartment as I do not propose to sleep aboard the "job site".
Some refitting highlights follow. Amazing what living aboard does for one's productivity!
|So many parameters!|
|The rudder feedback sensor took a day to mount correctly.|
|Lazyjacks took effort: the irony did not escape me.|
|The secondary fuel filter: Not, evidently, guilty.|
|And goat sacrifice to the Dark Diesel Lords.|
- 1) starved of fuel, and
- 2) the fuel was old and grotty, and
- 3) we needed to change it all, which involved moving all the batteries to access the tank tops to vacuum out crud, and
- 4) we changed all the supply side fuel lines in case of said crud, and
- 5) we installed an inline fuel pump (a Walbro FRA-1, for the intrigued), and
- 6) we changed out all the filter elements, primary and secondary.
|And don't forget the goat.|
|Ahctual crap sailing!|
|My sleep schedule's changed.|
|Scored an end dock. Sweet.|
|An actual exotic beverage, this was. The brewery was micro, indeed.|
|Cobourg, a harbinger of Trenton.|
|Cabin Boy, soon to be Cabin Man.|
|The answer was "more helm".|