TRIMMING OUT Heads South...San Francisco Bay to Ventura, California

I had put it off long enough.  The BIG TRIP.  My first singlehanded voyage outside Biscayne Bay, Florida.  (where I had sailed up and down the bay by myself in my Pearson Triton, FIDELIO, using a sometimes working Tillermaster electronic self steering device).

Where Biscayne Bay had always seemed safe and accommodating (if one ignored the summertime squalls), and warm...the Pacific Ocean beyond San Francisco Bay seemed cold, grey and intimidating.  Driving over the Golden Gate Bridge and viewing the approaches to the Bay from the Marin Headlands made it even worse.  You can see the tidal rips, the surf on the rocks jutting out, and the spume from the breakers when the wind is in the right direction.  But you can also see sailboats making the passage...so it can be done.

If you look at all the websites and pictures of sailboats on San Francisco Bay, the photographs usually show it blowing like stink.  That aspect was intimidating too.  Did I have it together to take a 39' sloop through that by myself?  Well....had to do it, because none of the folks who wanted to come along were able to due to other obligations.

TRIMMING OUT was fresh out of the yard...new exhaust system, refurbished stuffing box, new bottom paint, year old sails and standing rigging, most systems working, new DSC VHF, paper charts, electronic charts, an iPhone and iPad with GPS, and both masthead tri-color and traditional deck level running lights...including steaming light.  I also had mounted my Davis radar reflector, and sported an Achilles inflatable on the foredeck.  And, I had refurbished my great AutoHelm self steering vane and practiced with it.  It worked.  No reason not to go.

This is a picture of a Sunday afternoon race when the wind isn't above 10 kts.  Very unusual for the Bay.  It was about like this the morning I motored out and under the Golden Gate Bridge.  The "tidal rips" noted on the chart existed, but weren't that bad, bouncing the 19000lb TRIMMING OUT around a bit, but as it was coming on to slack water as I motored under the bridge, I eased on out into the Pacific.

The thing you see hanging off the stern of TRIMMING OUT is the self steering vane.  This particular model is manufactured by SCANMAR.  Under the boat you can see the primary rudder.  The auxiliary rudder is the one on the stern.  When the sails are set and trimmed, the primary rudder is fixed in place, and the auxiliary rudder takes over, guided by the wind vane on top of the black pole on the stern of the boat.  The wind hits the vane on one side or the other, depending on which way the boat has wandered off course.  The vane then tilts due to the pressure of the wind.  The tilting vane moves the trim tab at the end of the auxiliary rudder, the trim tab then turns the auxiliary rudder to point the boat back where it's supposed to go, and the windvane goes back upright, waiting to be hit on one side or the other again, when the boat wanders back off course.

While it seems complicated, it's quite easy to operate, and the movements are constant...keeping the boat headed where you pointed it when you set the vane...unless of course the wind changes direction.  In my case, the wind was from the same direction, North West, for hours.  What changed was the strength of the wind.  And that almost proved my undoing.  But that was the next day.

The day I left the predictions were for the wind on the Bay to be around 10-15kts, and out on the Ocean from around 15-20, gusting to 25.  I had been in conditions like that before, so wasn't too concerned.  But there were some warnings for stronger winds farther out.  I figured the 25 kt. gusts were easy peasy as I was sailing in a southerly or southeasterly direction.  The wind would be over my starboard quarter and the boat would be on its best point of sail.

After getting out from under the bridge, I set course for the buoy where I had planned to change course south.  I had been motoring the whole way, as I didn't want to have to worry about my sailing ability the first time out, even though in retrospect it would have been just as prudent.  I unfurled the 130% genny and steered by hand to the buoy.  There I shut down the diesel and trimmed the boat for the course that would take me to the point off Half Moon Bay where I planned to enter the harbor and anchor for the night.  The steering vane was set, everything was fine, and I was on my way.  Quite content with myself I might add, as I took bearings on the windmills and towers noted on the chart.  And also noted that I was cooking along at a good 6+kts.

I forgot to mention that one of my navigation tools is a device called the Walker Patented Taffrail Log.  This is an archaic instrument that tells you without any electronics, how far you've gone.  It consists of a spinner shaped like a miniature torpedo with vanes to make it spin, attached to a braided line that allows the spinner to be trailed off the stern of the boat.  The line is attached to the instrument attached to the stern of the boat (traditionally on the taffrail)  The instrument itself has one big dial indicating knots, and smaller dials with increments.  I streamed mine 16.5 nautical miles from the buoy where I changed course into Half Moon Bay where my log states that I brought up in 3 fathoms of water at 1705, and that I had chicken for dinner.

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Back to the Delta, Going to Memphis

It's said that the Mississippi Delta begins in the lobby of Peabody Hotel in Memphis, and ends at Catfish Row in Vicksburg.  On the east of the Delta are the "hills" and the western border is the River itself.  The alluvial flood plain is the Delta.  That's where the cotton grows still, along with rice and soybeans, and now catfish.   John Lee Hooker, BB King, Mississippi John Hurt and Morgan Freeman are from the Delta.  And while I wasn't born there, it's where I'm from too.

Mom's not from the Delta, but she is a Delta Belle.  She grew up in Memphis, and it was to Memphis that she and I drove while TRIMMING OUT was on the hard, being tended to by the good folks at British Marine in Alameda, prior to my sailing down the coast of California.  The Memphis trip was in conjunction with her 90th birthday celebration scheduled in Cleveland, MS, and with the 50th reunion of my class at Cleveland High School...tho I wasn't to graduate with them...they let me think I'm a classmate.

So down to Memphis we drove from her home in Kentucky.  Old haunts were visited....the house where my dad proposed, the Memphis Academy of Art where he and she performed a piano duet once, and he conducted the local opera company's "Carmen" when I was 11.  We passed Rhodes College and the Halliburton Tower, named for the local explorer who Mom revealed was one of her early heroes.  She and her best friend were going to be "foreign correspondents" after they matriculated from Miss Hutchison's...perhaps the impetus for some of my adventuring...Peace Corps, motorcycling and such.

Then down to the Delta itself.   Hiway 61 now goes right past the well marked entrances to Tunica's gambling emporia, but bypasses such towns as Clarksdale, Shelby and Mound Bayou...depriving visitors of the real flavor of that unique part of the world.  Even Merigold has a bypass, an attempt to speed the motorist along, or to deprive the local merchants of customers...who knows?  It ain't the way it was.

The visit with the family was great, and that with a luncheon at the Country Club where I had been a lifeguard in the late 60's...listening to the Beatles and the Stones and Herman's Hermits while my wards splashed and tanned, brought back the nostalgia of the Delta summers.

The reunion was terrific too, with big smiles and lots of hugs, and "whatever happened to's...?"  It was an amazing class from a unique place.  Of the 80 odd graduates, at least 4 went on to become physicians, one an award winning author, architects, builders, farmers, ranchers, real estate developers and a plethora of educators, some of whom had been students of my father.  One had been blown off an oil rig during an explosion in the Gulf and lived to tell the tale, a few were veterans who served in Viet Nam, Europe and Stateside; one had served as a Red Cross Volunteer in Viet Nam, a few had lived abroad, while others had never left Bolivar County.  Just a wonderful group of people.

So when it was all over, Mom and I headed back to Kentucky via Oxford and Corinth, MS,  and I returned to California for the next leg of the Voyage...

Here's a picture of me, Mom and my brother, Richard, after her 90th birthday luncheon.

Into the Yard for TRIMMING OUT, and a trip to the Mississippi Delta

It was time for a  haul out.  TRIMMING OUT needed some cosmetic and mechanical work, and this was just more than I could do both physically and technically.  So the decision was made to have the work done at British Marine prior to the trip from the San Francisco Bay to Ventura, CA.  

On the the appointed morning I motored the short distance from my slip at Alameda Marina over to the boatyard.  For some reason the normal 1600 rpm on the Perkins 4-107 diesel wasn't delivering the usual 5.5 knots.  In fact, the boat seemed downright sluggish.  Was I towing some debris?  A fishing net perhaps?  Or was my propeller so fouled that it had become totally inefficient?   Well....here's what it was....a very foul bottom:

Yep...that's the growth that occurred on my two year old ablative paint and after a three month old bottom cleaning. YUK!!

But with the help of a pressure hose washdown, this stuff all came off quickly,  revealing a fairly in shape bottom for a practically 50 year old boat.  As the sprayer took off a layer or two or three, the actual original gel coat could be seen.  But it would need additional sanding and the prop would need burnishing.  Zincs needed replacing, a water pump rebuild and exhaust system replacement were all indicated, and I needed to head off to Kentucky to collect my mother for the next part of the voyage.  Mom, as you may have figured,  is an original Delta Belle, and in fact, a contemporary of the original Memphis Belle.  And she wanted to go visit her old stomping grounds in conjunction with her 90th birthday.  So here's how I left TRIMMING OUT:

We revisit why we're doing this, and practice a bit of cruising.

This blog is about as consistent as my efforts at log keeping aboard TRIMMING OUT.  But as I continue this cruising life I realize that there are very few "shoulds".  Two that do come to mind are: "keep the water out" and "keep the people in".  However,  I did happen across some wisdom from L. Francis Herresshoff that you might find interesting.  Oh...and ...I'm writing this aboard in the Alameda Marina on a blustery evening, my little electric heater cranking out shore powered BTU's.

"Keep the cabin simple with everything stowed where it won't get wet or shifted in a knockdown.
 
Eat sensibly

Don't get sunburned, for no berth is comfortable under these circumstances.

Make the whole cruise an interesting game where you have pitted your wits against the elements;  try to do everything in the best and simplest way; try to improve your technique each time; rest and relax whenever you can, for there may be some occasion coming when you will need a well-rested mind and body.

If you cruise this way for a week in a small sailboat you will be greatly refreshed and strengthened, and if you go for a whole month you will feel like a Clydesdale stallion in the leafy month of May."

Last week I cruised from the Alameda Marina to Richardson Bay off Sausalito, and thence to China Camp and finally to Benecia, before returning via Richardson Bay to Alameda.  During the cruise I had a chance to weigh anchor sans use of the windlass as I believe the foot switch in the foredeck became waterlogged, lost my good hat overboard while climbing the mast to retrieve an errant halyard, had a great meal at the Union Hotel in Benecia, awoke one morning in a very thick fog for the first time in my life, got to use my wonderful little solid fuel heater, and finally, had to make two passes at my slip before jumping onto the quay to manhandle the boat into her berth.

Here's a picture of a fire warming the cabin on the foggy morning off China Camp.  Also...I have a little Forespar Marine gimballed cooker great for making coffee in the morning.

And here's what the fog looked like just as it was lifting

You might want to see what the layout is....The modification a previous owner made was to dismantle all the shelves and lockers aft of the chain locker and also to remove the partial bulkhead just forward of the settees.  He installed a v-berth in their place and then added footwells under the v-berth (with filler, a giant double bed) to extend the settees for sleeping or for storage.  This works well for me.  There is no WC in the aft cabin, but rather a big locker/seat.  A bowsprit has been added and the original forstay now terminates above the spreaders.  new forestay with roller furling genny extends to the masthead.  Yes I do get some weather helm in a blow, but one reef in the main eases that.  I have had the boat in 15-20 kts with SOG indicated at 6.8kts, but that was in San Francisco Bay and I was probably riding the tide for part of that speed.
Hard dodger extends from top where the original windshield aft to just forward of the wheel.  Don't know how that's going to be in warm weather as none of the windows facing forward opens.  Lots of fuel and water storage, and as I'm discovering an almost 50 year old mass of wiring that just goes on and on.

Hope this was interesting to a few of you.  Let me know if you have questions.

Wherein the late lamented DELTA BELLE is organ donor to TRIMMING OUT

TRIMMING OUT, my 35 foot Chris Craft Sail Yacht (yes, that's the model's designation) was originally rigged as a sloop.  Along the way someone added an industrial strength bowsprit with bobstay, and a very nice roller furling 130 genny.  According to the previous owner, he had new sails made, the mast painted, and new standing rigging installed.  The rigger was pretty good as he also made up an inner stay that runs from about 6 feet above the spreaders down to the the stem head where the original forestay was attached.

But when I bought the boat the inner stay wasn't rigged.  In fact, it wasn't until I was going through the myriad lockers in the aft cabin that I found a beautifully crafted stainless wire piece of rigging with turnbuckles attached that I realized I may have an innerstay after all.  But did it fit?  

I have steps attached to the mast...those triangular pieces of metal you see advertised.  I didn't know if they could support my aging 220 lbs, but the best way to find out was to head up the mast.  I had bought an ascender from the local REI store, and attached that to an offshore harness to that I could have free hands if I made it as far as the spreaders.  And then into my pockets I stuffed pliers and shackle, clevis and cotter pins, tied a line to the new stay, tied the line with the stay to the harness, attached the ascender to the jib halyard.  So far so good.  Then up the mast I went....sliding the ascender up and then testing it to make sure it held.  Amazing device.  Made it to the spreaders and realized I had to disengage the ascender and reattach it above the spreader, which I did.  Finally, standing on the the base of the spreaders I was able to reach up to the tang and luckily the clevis and shackle fit just right.  So I hauled up the inner stay with the line I had attached to my harness.  The upper fitting went right on the clevis pin, the cotter key was inserted, and down the mast I came.  Breathless.  Very very confident feeling.

But, the question was, was this indeed the inner stay?  I led the turnbuckle forward to the stemhead, and Eureka...it was the inner stay.  The rigger had made it up with a spring loaded clevis pin and it slipped right over the fitting on the stemhead.  Then came the really cool part.  The rigger had attached cotter pins to some velcro nylon straps with epoxy.  The object was then to tighten up the turnbuckle, insert the cotter keys into the holes, and rewrap with the nylons strap.  Easy peasy lemon squeasy.

Next challenge was the staysail halyard.  Same drill.  Up the mast, find the appropriate tang, install block, reeve the halyard (attached to my harness for trip up the mast) and that was that.

Now the DELTA BELLE contributed a staysail that I had stored ashore when she went down.  Would it fit?
And what's more, would the foot clear the dinghy I store on the foredeck.  Yes and yes.

So today's job is to set up the running backstays, (Spectra with spliced eyes....very nice), and rig the sheets for the staysail.  TRIMMING OUT is shaping up.

More anon....and with photographs if I can pull that off.

First Cruise of T.O.

TRIMMING OUT and I took our first cruise a few weeks ago.  I had moved the boat from the Berkeley Marina where I was berthed in a downwind slip that proved disastrous on my first sail.  Single handing a 35' full-keel sloop with a center cockpit was pretty straightforward I thought.  But moving bow in to a slip that was both down wind and down tide proved to be beyond my somewhat inexpert capability.  With the help of some of the locals I managed to tie up at the end of the dock as shown here after the wind died down.

While this shot looks placid and oh so tranquil, an hour or so earlier it was the scene of mayhem as I managed to ding a stern or two.  The next day I was able to nose into the slip for the last time, and since have moved to the Alameda Marina.

The first cruise was from the Alameda Marina to Sausalito.  I managed to sail up in fairly calm winds...a distance of only about 5 miles past Treasure Island, Alcatraz and Angel Island.  Look at Google Earth for those spots and you can see the route.  I brought up in about 2 fathoms, and set the anchor bridle.

Then, for the next two days I just stayed aboard taking stock of my surroundings (afloat and ashore) and my life.  The tide would swing me 180 degrees so I was either facing the head of the bay or back towards San Francisco.  I fired up my Dickinson solid fuel stove to take the chill off, and tried out my Magma gas grill for a steak.  Oatmeal and coffee for breakfast along with some Trader Joe's coffee cake, sandwiches for lunch, and something not much more complicated for dinner.  Wine and cheese when the sun was going down.

Finally I launched the dinghy (a Sumner 8...fiberglass built in New York in the 80's and kept on the bow), and rowed ashore to buy some fuses for the cigarette lighter inverter that keeps the cell phone and wifi hotspot charged.  I also repaired the AutoHelm windvane and tested it on the way back to Alameda.  We were on a reach for about 45 minutes without touching the wheel.  My first windvane experience.  I love it.

Depature was a chore.  The worst part was getting the dinghy aboard.  I used the main halyard and an improvised bridle that needs improvement.  While I didn't end up overboard I achieved the next best thing...half of me over the gunwale and half hooked onto the the lifeline.  This was the only time in my five days aboard where help was actually offered by a neighboring boater.  I managed to restore myself to T.O. but not without loss of dignity.

Actually sailed out of the anchorage.  Back to the north of Angel Island then downwind past the light on Treasure Island (light keepers quarters shown) and to the slip.  On the way I was passed by the Red Bull America's Cup team.

And past the cargo docks as seen through the dodger windows.

That's it for first cruise.  Nothing exciting, but really a great step forward.  Upcoming will be rigging an innerstay, reeving spinnaker and staysail halyards, and setting up running backstays.

No more name change

My first boat was a Pearson Triton.  28' overall, a Carl Alberg design, and just a wonderful first boat.  I had been really deliberating about a name, and had come up with all sorts of things.  Finally I settled on FIDELIO,  Beethoven's only opera that supposedly took 11 years to complete,   I liked the concept of fidelity, and I figured it would take me 11 years to pay for the boat.  It all seemed to work.

But I got married, changed jobs, and moved from Dade County, Florida, up to Broward County.  Instead of 30 minutes from condo to being under sail on Biscayne Bay, it was now an hour and a half schlep.  Interest waned, dockage increased, and she was put up for sale...reluctantly.

Along came hurricane Andrew and as mentioned in a previous post, FIDELIO was almost totaled and the insurance money plus the funds from the sale of the hull got invested. Almost 20 years later I bought the Westsail 32, GEMINI.  And...ignoring the fate of FIDELIO and all sailors' warnings, I changed the name.
GEMINI became the DELTA BELLE.  I loved the name, and it all fit.  I'm from the Mississippi Delta, and I found the boat in New Orleans.  Fate, right?  Wrong.

Hurricane Isaac blew the water of Lake Pontchartrain up the bayou where DELTA BELLE was docked.  She was raised to the limit of her dock lines and still the water rose.  It seems now that the previous owner had plumbed the galley sink with PVC and plumbers putty. Water rising through the galley sink drain, the putty gave way and boat flooded.

Long story longer, I bought the boat mentioned in the previous post, TRIMMING OUT.  TRIMMING OUT she will remain.  She's a 1966 Chris Craft Sail Yacht.  Sparkman and Stephens designed,  35' on deck, but with the added bowsprit and Auto Helm steering vane she's about 39'9".  Westerbeke diesel, new sails and standing rigging, a hard dodger, and lots of cobbled together electrics that will have to be sorted out over time.  For now she's functional.  Shore power works, engine has only 1500 hours, lots of projects to do, but I have the rest of my active life to do them.  I'm sitting aboard now with feet up on the opposite berth in the fore cabin. ( Being mid-cockpit I have to get used to fore and aft cabins).  

Sailing on San Francisco Bay will be different from the Gulf Coast, but I'm only 6 hours from home, have plenty of time, and am in the middle of a 12 day sojourn this trip.  I'll head out in the morning for Richardson Bay off Sausolito, and see how living on the hook goes.

I'm encouraged by Dani, Tate and James....all Westail owners whose experiences shared in their blogs help me realize that given some careful study along with a tremendous work ethic, nothing is impossible.  It helps that they're all fellow southerners.

So that's it for this time.  I'll try to include pictures in the future, and the blog title has to remain...no name changes ever again.  Two hurricanes and two losses can't be coincidental.