Woody
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Blueone is out boating and then rubbing it in while I'm raking leaves and cleaning up the yard getting ready for winter....it ain't fair I tell ya'.
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If it makes you feel better my leaf raking days are near.Blueone is out boating and then rubbing it in while I'm raking leaves and cleaning up the yard getting ready for winter....it ain't fair I tell ya'.
Living on the west side of Catawba Island (with prevailing westerly winds) I've been blowing leaves for the past 10 days.
Yep. Spending the weekend on the boat with a friend from Germany. Get pulled on the 29th.There is just something about this time of year that I love about boating... Heater going in the cockpit. Water and weather dead still. No bugs... Just got back from the yacht club watching the World Series with boating friends. One of my favorite times of the year.
Hopefully some of you guys are still out here doing the same.
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Yesterday - mid 60's, sunshine and little to no wind on the lake. Of course this past weekend, rain, winds gusting to 40 mph.You have sunshine in Ohio in October?
You have sunshine in Ohio in October?
That's how we roll now...we always beat MichiganYou have sunshine in Ohio in October?
Whoa..That's how we roll now...we always beat Michigan
We do, but we really earned it this wkd. After an all-day rain on Saturday we were treated to gale force winds overnight. The rocking of the boat, smacking of the waves and the howling of the wind upset my 75 lb German Shepherd, so she decided she needed 80% of my bed all night. I got up to find all of the canvas flapping in the wind. I eventually just removed it. Fortunately, none was damaged.
By mid-morning a Carver AC tied only to the finger pier proved to be too much force for its dock. It took four of us to pull the boat into the wind and secure it. Only two bolts were keeping the finger dock attached to the pier. If they had broken, things would've gotten interesting.
Yesterday was my haul-out day as well. The weather was perfect. Expecting chaos at the lifts, I fired the engines before sun-up. Thy yard crew lowered the slings when they saw me coming. I'm not sure if the boat was actually still at any point between leaving my dock and being lifted into the air.
Once she was safely on blocks and stands in the building, I started to prepare to leave her for the winter. I stepped in a corner of the cockpit and my socks got wet. No surprise, considering the weather. I'll lift that section so it can dry... Then I realized that almost everything was wet: the aft and corner cushions, all the cockpit flooring, all the lines... yuck.
I got everything lifted, wiped down and drying and then headed over to the far corner of the building (it's really far) to check on the 280 and add air to her trailer tires for the winter. With my new jumper-pack/compressor buzzing away inflating the first tire, I crawled up into the boat to realize that on my last visit I left all the batteries on. They were of course completely dead. I pulled out a cord to power the charger from the wall outlet behind the boat. With the help of the charger the engine hatch/u-seating module lifted all the way up so I could deal with the batteries. At the top of its travel, the hatch pulled on the cord, unplugging the charger from the wall. Now I have this barrier to my exit, and no power to lower it. I could: climb over the hatch, but risk breaking it with my 250 lb heft, or jump off the side to the concrete floor below (ankles heal, right?), or remove all the canvas and climb over the bow to the Y of the trailer (so, so many snaps), or yell pathetically for help (just kidding - that wasn't an option), or try to climb around the open hatch to reach the swim platform. I chose the latter, but had to hurry because the compressor was starting to labor and I feared it was going to burn itself up or explode the tire. I reached the platform with just one minor slip and only a few thoughts of how my death notice might read. "he was found laying next to a boat trailer with a blown tire wearing shoes over wet socks and an open engine hatch..." Of course the second my foot safely touched concrete, the compressor stopped at exactly where I set it. I guess I should've read those directions more closely... Climbing back into the boat was considerably easier.
I didn't leave the warehouse until 2:00. Starving, dirty and tired. I'm not feeling particularly eager to visit the boats.
Good story though, loldo you want me to plug this back in so you can get down...?"