I woke up early in Solomons, excited and pain free. After a quick breakfast, I bailed out the dinghy, cast off the lines, and headed out into the fog. Visibility and light appeared off Drum Point and I started heading up the bay. The engine has never sounded better. Once the air dried out and warmed up a bit, there was no visible smoke.
The wind was rising and the chop increasing. One of Strider’s best features is her ability to buck into a head sea like a little trawler yacht. We hit a point though where the short chop was just right and did a few full body slams and heavy pitching. This rare misbehavior eased as the tail of the flood turned to slack and let the seas lengthen out a bit.
The crab pots aren’t out yet so I was able to spend most of the time sitting under the companionway watching the radar and sticking my head out about every 5 minutes. This was good because it let me keep my back braced and I was starting to notice that it needed it.
When I stopped off Oxford entrance, I noticed “old car” oil smoke coming out of the exhaust. That gave me a sinking feeling. Hopefully it is just the pitching washing oil up the crankcase sides so that it got into the breather. No sign of leaks and dipstick level right on the money. It’s probably only a sooty transom issue but, if it persists, my next step will be to try Mainesail’s suggestion and reconnect the separator with the filter element removed. This will trap any solid oil and let me assess how much is going through the system. I wonder if this smoke might be why the PO removed the hose from the intake years ago.
Becky, my old friend from my Woods Hole days, was waving from the point as I entered the harbor. I put out the anchor in about 6 feet of water in Cemetery Creek, let out the generous scope and put the engine in reverse. The boat went sailing backwards before I could even bring up the RPM. I retrieved the gear just off someone’s dock, went farther out and set about 12:1 scope with the Kellett on the end of the chain. This got enough bite to go ashore in the light winds but would still drag with a slight application of power. This is the softest mud I’ve seen yet.
By the time I got ashore I realized that I was in trouble with my back which put a bit of a damper on my reunion with Becky. We ate lunch at Schooners and I couldn’t believe how tired I was for just a short 32 nm leg under power.
Becky called a friend for advice about local anchoring spots and it turned out that he owns an unused slip that goes with a house he just bought. I ran the boat around to it and Becky met me to tie it up. She has her own back problems and has learned a lot about them. She massaged all the kinks out and I realized my whole spine was like a piece of heavy rope that has been drifting around on the bottom into a snarl. Isometrics take energy and I’m sure that my unusual fatigue was due to just keeping all those muscles so tight.
My back feels virtually restored but the hip/spine joint thing that is the root of this whole long term problem is at the alarm stage. Just a 12 mile round trip in a car was painful. It’s very frustrating because there are a couple of great sporty sailing days coming up but I don’t think I’m going to be doing any sailing for a while. I can stay in this slip for a while. Becky suggests seeing her physical therapist here since I’m committed to being in the area until April 18. An excellent suggestion, I think because I’m not going anywhere in this condition. I’m not even looking forward to climbing off the boat onto the dock.
The wind was rising and the chop increasing. One of Strider’s best features is her ability to buck into a head sea like a little trawler yacht. We hit a point though where the short chop was just right and did a few full body slams and heavy pitching. This rare misbehavior eased as the tail of the flood turned to slack and let the seas lengthen out a bit.
The crab pots aren’t out yet so I was able to spend most of the time sitting under the companionway watching the radar and sticking my head out about every 5 minutes. This was good because it let me keep my back braced and I was starting to notice that it needed it.
When I stopped off Oxford entrance, I noticed “old car” oil smoke coming out of the exhaust. That gave me a sinking feeling. Hopefully it is just the pitching washing oil up the crankcase sides so that it got into the breather. No sign of leaks and dipstick level right on the money. It’s probably only a sooty transom issue but, if it persists, my next step will be to try Mainesail’s suggestion and reconnect the separator with the filter element removed. This will trap any solid oil and let me assess how much is going through the system. I wonder if this smoke might be why the PO removed the hose from the intake years ago.
Becky, my old friend from my Woods Hole days, was waving from the point as I entered the harbor. I put out the anchor in about 6 feet of water in Cemetery Creek, let out the generous scope and put the engine in reverse. The boat went sailing backwards before I could even bring up the RPM. I retrieved the gear just off someone’s dock, went farther out and set about 12:1 scope with the Kellett on the end of the chain. This got enough bite to go ashore in the light winds but would still drag with a slight application of power. This is the softest mud I’ve seen yet.
By the time I got ashore I realized that I was in trouble with my back which put a bit of a damper on my reunion with Becky. We ate lunch at Schooners and I couldn’t believe how tired I was for just a short 32 nm leg under power.
Becky called a friend for advice about local anchoring spots and it turned out that he owns an unused slip that goes with a house he just bought. I ran the boat around to it and Becky met me to tie it up. She has her own back problems and has learned a lot about them. She massaged all the kinks out and I realized my whole spine was like a piece of heavy rope that has been drifting around on the bottom into a snarl. Isometrics take energy and I’m sure that my unusual fatigue was due to just keeping all those muscles so tight.
My back feels virtually restored but the hip/spine joint thing that is the root of this whole long term problem is at the alarm stage. Just a 12 mile round trip in a car was painful. It’s very frustrating because there are a couple of great sporty sailing days coming up but I don’t think I’m going to be doing any sailing for a while. I can stay in this slip for a while. Becky suggests seeing her physical therapist here since I’m committed to being in the area until April 18. An excellent suggestion, I think because I’m not going anywhere in this condition. I’m not even looking forward to climbing off the boat onto the dock.