Love, hate & sweat equity ..
3 weeks on the hard. This poor boy does all his own repairs and upgrades on his 1974 Catalina 27. So, rebuilt the keel stump, new keel bolts, re-wired most of the boat, refaired the keel, faired numerous little chips in the hull, painted, stained, new mast sheaves and a bunch of running rigging. A point came where the interior looked like a bomb had gone off in a tool crib. I realized I had 2 check lists to help keep track of my check lists. I also realized how frustrated and stressed I was getting. So much learning as I go. So many little details to fret over, knowing full well the Ol’ Girl will fail me if I don’t get it just right. Realizing one of the previous owners was A LUNATIC WHO SHOULD BE SHOT! IF I SURVIVE THIS I’M SELLING HER FAT ASS AS SOON AS I CAN!Then came launch day. The glimmering, freshly rigged and waxed mast went on effortlessly, all the through hulls for the newly installed ST40 stuff didn’t leak. The motor started so easily I didn’t even hear the starter. Once the sails and remaining lines were on, we slipped away down river to cross the bay and head to the marina. 6 knots on the nose allowed us to hoist the main in the river. We unfurled the 150 as soon as we could fall off. Our course for Thunder Bay took us just down a point from a beam reach, the Ol’Girl leaned a bit against the lake and swept away. The magic moment came near the harbor when I looked back and saw that ruler strait line she left in the water, the tiller easily handled with 2 fingers, the Mirage 26 I passed far behind and struggling to lose no more ground.I gently patted coachouse and said “ I love you baby, I’m keeping you forever”Later, eh!Ferg