Thursday, February 2, 2023
Jan 26 - Feb 1 — Not So Fast On “Everything is Fixed”
Wednesday, January 25, 2023
December 25 To January 25, With Only Two Afternoons On ILENE
Damn, a whole month since last I last posted! Sorry, folks.
Work accomplishments on ILENE included tightening up the 2 x 4 aft “ridge pole” from the aft end of the boom to the radar arch that holds up the winter cover. I saw too much movement in the cover from whipping strong winds, so I braced it better against the two sides of the grab bar at the aft end of the dodger frame. Also, after a few hours of You Tube videos at home I figured out what each of the components of the system do that transport propane within its locker from the tank to the hose leading to the galley stove, and how to determine if there is a leak. Basically, the valve on the tank lets high pressure propane from the tank into the system. Next is a gauge. Its needle always pointed to 100 until the tank was empty, whereupon it pointed to zero. I never knew it’s purpose, which I learned is to test for leaks. I’d noticed a very faint odor of propane in its exterior locker last summer and based on the small amount of cruising we did in 2022, the tank ran dry way too soon. I tested the joints of all the other connections in the system, brass on brass, connecting to and from the pressure reducer and the solenoid (which shuts off the flow to the galley unless electrified from the electrical switches near the galley). One was ninety degrees loose and I hand tightened it. After taking out the tank and getting it filled in New Rochelle ($12) I reattached, opened the valve, saw the needle jump from zero to 100, closed the valve, and waited. If it still had a leak, the pressure would have crept down from 100. But it did not, so the potentially explosive problem was solved.
I also tried the new mast boot sealing tape, supposedly self adhesive, but it adhered to nothing so yet another method must be used to prevent fresh water incursion into the cabin from around the mast.The two electronic components of the auto pilot came back from Florida with a charge of only $100 plus $30 shipping. Significantly less than I had thought I would be billed. Unfortunately, the experts found nothing wrong except for a bit of calibration so I’m now afraid that after all the effort the autopilot is still not fixed. I reinstalled the two components with lots of tiny wires that I could have screwed up, but in testing, the unit turned on and the buttons on the control pad seem to work. The motor, it’s heaviest unit, was to be reinstalled, but I had let the flashlight on and its batteries were dead so that task awaits me. I pumped out the bilge and did a bit of interior woodwork sanding with the new B&D Mouse sander too. But not much progress for two afternoons, and the fact that I only put in two of them in a month reminds me that I have a lot left to do.
At a Zoom meeting of the Joint City Island and Harlem YC cruising committee, they adopted my plan for a seven day cruise to depart on a Saturday in July. It is basically the same itinerary as last year’s eight day cruise, that none of them used, with Hamburg Cove and the two passages to and from it cut out, and a lay day added in Mattinecock, during which a tour of local North Shore wineries will be had. CIYC has several oenophiles who had a lot more info on the wineries than I do and will take care of the winery tour. Once the specific Saturday departure is selected, all I have to do is figure out the times of the favorable tides for each of the six passage days.
At the meeting I was introduced to a new member of their committee, who has a cruising boat and plans for Newfoundland. I have yet to meet him but that is in planning and we found we have a lot in common. In short, ILENE may have a “Buddy Boat” for part of this summer’s cruise, which will be fun. He put me onto a new book by Paul Trammel “Sailing to Newfoundland: A Solo Exploration of the South Fjords”. I said “new” and with a publication date of January 10, 2023, it is nothing if not that. Acquired by Kindle, I’m half way through and learning a lot about what we will experience this summer. We should take our time on the way out, to not get to Newfoundland before July 1; let the place get warm after the winter. Additional clothing is also needed and Garmin In Reach to be explored as a better means of communications from deep in 1000 feet high fjords. Trammel, who has written several other books, began his blow by blow narrative in Florida and after 1200 NM made landfall in several ports in Maine and Nova Scotia. His description of them jibed with my recollection of our visits to them. Once he got to the fjords of Newfoundland, I had no personal experience of his anchorages, but the CCA Cruising guide has chartlets of them which enhanced my understanding of his descriptions of where he went. Reading the book put me in mind of my need to get the list of the Canadian Hydrographic Office Charts that I need to buy from Landfall Navigation in Connecticut soon.
Additional helpful info from Jamie and Lori, of Harvard snd the Manchester by the Sea YC, who have been to Newfoundland many times, during a dinner with them before their ballet. Other notable dinners with sailors included one with Bennett and Harriet in their Alpine home and with my book group at my house with a Polish themed menu to discuss a Mexican book “American Dirt”. My view is that the author, Ms. Collins, tried to win sympathy for the desperate Latin Americans fleeing north for freedom from the brutal drug cartels, as Harriet Beecher Stowe had done with considerable effect in winning sympathy for desperate black slaves fleeing north from the brutality of slavery in the US south.
Visits with others who sail with us (1) to the Players Club on Gramercy Square with Dana and Tom where her art was exhibited, (2) to the adjacent National Arts Club with Rhoda and Lloyd, for a showing of three excellent one act plays, (3) dinner with Elaine, an actor friend of ours (a colleague of Lene) after a movie and lunch with her after a visit at which she selected a rescued cat to adopt and (4) four two days with Tom and Marie including the New York Historical Society, while they were back east from their winter place in Las Vegas.
The first membership meeting of the Harlem of 2023 included reports on our successful efforts to increase membership and that our finances are also improving. Most of our hard working Board:
The meeting was followed by International Night, my favorite annual Club social activity, a modest fund raiser to which each family brings a dish to serve ten and our board does the serving.
Saturday, December 24, 2022
Nov 27 - Dec 24 — Only One Day Aboard But Other Events
Well the day aboard was three hours and shared with David who has moved, making a new rendezvous point for us from his public transportation. David lent to me his meter that measures water in fiberglass. I tested my rudder which showed that it had water in it. So I drilled four 1/4 inch diameter holes into various spots near the bottom of the rudder for the water to flow out. I did not see a rush of water, but it was cold and maybe more will come out during the month before I have to plug the holes before painting and launching.
I confirmed with Raymarine that my thinking about the two plastic covered wires inside the third black wire from the motor of the autopilot was correct. I need to strip that plastic and butt connect each of them separately with smaller butt connectors than the two I crimped onto the red and black. The big two are for power, the naked ones are for small control voltages.
I also removed the autopilot’s touch pad control panel from the cockpit and it’s computer from inside the lazarette, and have received word that Sea Tronics of Pompano Beach, Florida has received them and will be checking them out. Each of the two boxes was held in place with only two screws, but the tricky part for me was with the heavy computer shown on the left.
You will note tiny squares of various colors in a strip at its bottom. For most of them a tiny wire coated in plastic of the same color was inserted. I did not know how to remove (or reinstall those wires without potentially wrecking the system. Raymarine’s tech support is great. Each wire came from and will go back into the tiny black hole above its colored patch. Insertion and removal requires pressing down with a tiny “eyeglass frame” screw driver on the tiny white lever above the hole. While at the boat I checked out the varnish work I had done on the battens that hold up the cabin ceiling; they looked good.I had found the passenger manifests which listed each passenger, his or her county of origin, age, gender and occupation: mostly “domestic servant and “laborer”.
Cultivator’s Captain, the same man who signed off on the passenger registry, had notified the Navy of the latitude and longitude of the discovery. The survey was by the USS Don. The Navy keeps records of all of its ships. Don was also British but had been captured by our navy while engaged in smuggling cotton out of the Confederacy and she was armed and pressed into US naval service. The survey, one of her last missions before she was decommissioned in 1868, shows her track, searching for the shoal around and finally directly over the location reported by Cultivator. Not finding it there, Don apparently widened the search and ultimately ran directly over the central portion of the shoal to take soundings. Don’s draft was only six feet, but still taking a big ship directly over an uncharted shoal to find out how deep the water is seemed like a foolish dare devil mission. I speculate that the ship’s boat was used for that run. Of course this is a shortened version of my talk but I found it interesting and fun.
Sunday, November 27, 2022
November 2022 — Mostly Spain, With a Splash of Water
Two three-hour work days on ILENE. I used the “L” shaped angle iron to secure the dozen bolts that hold the viewing port to the top of the forward fuel tank. Worked like a champ! Now the tank is both bone dry snd air tight. I charged the batteries and planned other work, applied more rubber to the mast boot gap and ordered a roll of self adhering four inch wide rubber tape. The water in the bilge was low but frozen. I removed the motor that drives the autopilot and delivered it to the care of the always helpful nearby Bronx Ignition for diagnosis and whatever surgery may be needed.
The hard parts of that job were, physically: getting into the port aft corner of the huge starboard entry lazarette with tools, and emotionally: cutting the three wires that feed the unit electricity. If it works fine, then I’ll reinstall it next and remove two electronic components to be dealt with in Florida. We attended a lovely reception at the Club welcoming new members. Good food and wine. But before that, an opening of a local art gallery on City Island which was showing the photographic art of one of our new members. And surprise! One of her pieces was a scene that, at the right edge, included ILENE’s unmistakable shape:But most of our activity in November related to our trip to Spain, my first. Lene had been there 50 years ago. We started in Barcelona, and we visited Columbus on his pillar,the larger Marina,
and the fishing village Sitges with rocks and a beach at which I rolled my trousers and waded in the Med.
Monday, October 31, 2022
2022 “Fun Season” Wrapup and a Bonus
First the bonus: a second sail on Lennie’s wooden gaff rigged sloop, “Kocha” with his friend Hal, on November 2! November is normally characterized by raw cold damp weather, but we enjoyed sunshine at near 70 degrees; I should call it a blessing rather than a bonus! The only drawback: no wind as can be seen behind Hal. The 5 to ten predicted were only five and when we got out of Mamaroneck Harbor it died completely. But a lovely float with follow boaters who talked about their boats and their adventures.
THE WRAPUP
The perennial question I ask is: How much sailing did we get in this summer? And while the answer is always “Not Enough”, this summer it was less than usual. The fun season is defined as the period from launch date to haul date inclusive. This year with launch on May 5 and hauling on September 8 the fun season was only 145 days long. The fact that three sail dates, on two different friends’ wooden boats (including the bonus) occurred after the haul date, just sweetened the pot a bit.
A late launch this year because I thought why rush, we will have plenty of time on the Canadian cruise, except it got cancelled, shortened the season. An early haul out because the winter storage site had to get all boats out of the water early to perform a dredging operation before spring cut off the end of the season. And a cruise ship adventure in the Arctic waters of the Svarlbard Archipelago in June and a Covid attack and relapse in July took a big bite out the middle of the season. The best way to rack up large numbers of sailing (and live-aboard while cruising) days is by cruising. This year all told I had four excursions that qualified: a day that begins and/or ends at a location away from Eastchester Bay. But all four cruises were short ones: the one-day one-way passage to Fairfield CT on Saltatempo, the solo two day excursion to Rye Playland with folks on boats of the City Island YC, and two other short cruises, mostly in Long Island Sound: the first - the eight days with “Gypsy Jake” to Hamburg Cove, and the second, eleven days without any other boats to Block Island. All four of these cruises aggregated only 22 cruising days, far less than in summers with cruises lasting months. A few other weeks when we would have racked up some days living aboard with the kittys were scrubbed due to the extraordinarily brutal heat this summer.
The first bottom line is that there were only 67 boating related days this summer, a woefully low percentage of use. But I put in thirteen mid-season work days on the boat at our mooring — no sailing and no living aboard. And there was one water related museum day with Winslow Homer at The Met, another serving as the Committee boat for Club racing and a third living aboard at the mooring without sailing. These aggregate 16 and when subtracted, leave only 52 actual sailing days. So in addition to the 22 cruising days I had only 30 day-trip sails. Ten of those 30 were with the Old Salts (eight of them on ILENE and two aboard “Ohana”. So there were 20 non-Salts day sails.
And of the 52 sailing days only 41 were aboard ILENE. The other eleven were on five other friends’ boats, as a guest. Four were with Bennett on Ohana, three with Andrew on Saltatempo, two with Lennie on a Kocka and one each with Dave on Lady Kat and with David on Hidden Hand. So ILENE got underway only 41 times this summer, 39 actually with the two lay days in Block Island knocked off the total.
There were about twenty five different people who sailed with me on ILENE as Salts, some of who also sailed with me on non-Salt days as well. My beloved mate, Lene was on the two longer cruises — 19 days — and five other days with me and various friends, so only 24 days for her all summer. She sailed with me and nine of her friends, two of them, Tom and Marie, twice. And I sailed ILENE four times with no Salts and without my mate, with eight other friends. So altogether a whole lot of folks, but no record.
And for the record, according to ILENE’s GPS computer, her 39 days took us only 682 nautical miles and put only 70 hours on the Yanmar, though about eight of those hours were in neutral, on the mooring, to charge her refrigeration. So only about 27.5 NM per outing.
A short sweet season. Also, as of October 29, ILENE is fully protected against the winter’s cold and winds. Nothing to do except a whole lot of repairs during which shore power will keep her batteries charged. And next year a summer cruise to Newfoundland for three or four months is promised.
I really have to stop crying in my beer. I’m extremely grateful to have a seaworthy boat, a mate who likes to accompany me, good health and the time, after retirement, to sail. Thank you, God!
Monday, October 24, 2022
October 20 - 22 — Two Work Days with a Great Final Passage In the Middle
The work days were for applying acid to remove the above waterline biological growth, hosing it away, washing down the topside and installing the winter canvas cover. That last task is getting more difficult and dangerous each year. The danger consists of the risk of my falling twenty feet to the ground as I stand on the very top of the ladder — the step with the instruction”DON’T STAND HERE” — and hanging off the sides of the boat struggling with zippers. Next year I will hire some help. But the job is done save for a few more lines to be tied from side to side under the hull and the fastening of anti-chafe materials to prevent the hard spots of the boat from wearing through the 23 year old canvas.
The passage was another great outing on Andrew’s 1926 wooden Herreschoff S2 sloop Saltatempo, my third of the season. (All photo credits to Andrew).
It was a long day of travel starting when Andrew picked me up at 7 am and ending when I got home at 10:30 pm.The only tricky parts of the voyage were at the beginning and end. When the mainsail is furled and covered, as it was most of the way, the helmsperson, me in the photo, is seated on the starboard side with a view of the compass, but he cannot see what is to port without standing up. It was high tide, Saltatempo draws only 4.5 feet and Andrew directed me to sail through the comparatively deep spot on the “wrong” side of The Blauses, i.e., between those rocks to port and Hart Island to starboard. I have never gone that shallow way before and will never go that way again! And I did not actually see what was happening but Andrew gave good instructions while reading from his iPhone screen chart.
At the other end of the day, we had been directed to tie up bow in, port side to pier “Yellow 25”. No other explanation. What we later found out, after blind luck got us onto the correct dock, the only unoccupied one we saw, was that the section of docks we were on had their numbers marked in yellow paint rather than paint of a different color. But while it was not pitch black when we got on the dock at 6:45 pm, it was too dark to distinguish the colors.
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| My next post will quantify the 2022 season. |
Sunday, October 23, 2022
A Poem About Sailing On Eastchester Bay
This poem was written by my friend, Jim Porter, the master of his canoe sterned Ocean Voyager 26, “Aria” on the occasion of the retirement from sailing of Selwyn and Evie, whose Tartan 31, “Evie F” also graced the Harlem YC mooring field. I’m guessing that the poem was written about 15 years ago, but the feelings of euphoria, fear and boredom experienced when solo sailing in our home waters are universal and as true today as they were back then. He has captured, with rhyme and meter both the big wind days at both ends of each season and the hot calm days of mid summer. Though the author was generous in sharing his boat with others, he gave her the name “Aria” in recognition that he would be sailing solo frequently. Selwyn, a mentor to me, has long gone on to Fiddler’s Green, the mythic final resting place for sailors, but Evie lives in California and Jim in New Jersey. Jim wrote this poem as a song but the music has gotten lost.
Aria’s Aria
(Have You Ever Sailed On Eastchester Bay?)
James D Porter, Jr.
Have You Ever sailed on Eastchester Bay?
When the white caps are out and the rigging is strumming?
Have you tried to put your Staysail away?
When the fore deck is heeling and the hull is a’ humming?
Without hand at the tiller, she finds her own way
And heads for Throgs Neck with magnetic attraction.
Flying to windward, it‘s the gusts she obeys,
As she reaches a speed of five knots and a fraction.
On Eastchester Bay that’s a regular day
In September, October and sometimes in May.
Have you ever sailed on Eastchester Bay
Praying for breezes in the heat of midday
While the sun bakes your brains out
And it’s airless and calm? Yes,
It’s hotter than sin at the Ledge and Big Tom.
On Eastchester Bay, that’s a regular day
In July, June and August, but rarely in May.
We’re Eastchester sailors accustomed to this.
And we’re crazy enough to think it is bliss.
So let’s drink to the Bay and the Ledge and the Rocks,
To the waves, and the wind and the clouds in great flocks,
To our boats, and our friends and to those whom we miss.
We’ll keep sailing on Eastchester Bay…
Yes…
We’ll keep sailing on Eastchester Bay.
(for Selwyn and Eve Feinstein,
Harlem Yacht Club sailors)


























