floods, storms, more floods, more storms, over 100 degree temps are over for now. My boat is out of the water. Done til spring!
We hauled yesterday. I know how you feel. I've been telling people, "it seems like the season never got started." We launched a month later than 2010 because of the cold spring, and should have hauled a couple weeks ago. Here's what I posted over on the C25/250 forum yesterday:
Today's Haulout: The Admiral saved me $1000!
We hauled out Take Five
today. It was 37F with a solid breeze when we left the slip this morning to motor over to the boat club. (Darned cold, for these warm weather sailors!) In the past week the water temp dropped from 63F to 48F. We probably waited a little too long to haul out this time!
The boat club is very much a do-it-yourself operation. One guy gets paid to operate the lift, but everything else is done by yourself and whomever you can find to volunteer. It's mostly powerboaters, who like to store with their bow high, and a couple of these guys were helping me. It took me quite a bit of explaining about how important it is to have the C250 perfectly level on her lines, because the foredeck needs to drain forward (or the hatch will leak) and the cockpit needs to drain backwards (or the companionway will leak). Even with that explanation, they seemed to keep bringing the slings down with the bow way too high. After about 20 minutes lifting and dropping, I finally climbed back into the boat and stuck a level on the cabin centerline by the galley to get the slings adjusted properly. (Last year I had used a laser level to get the waterline perfect, and confirmed that when that is level, the floor by the galley is level.)
Before I had done this, my wife was getting frustrated that she didn't know what to do to help, so she just stood back and watched while we kept trying to get the boat stands adjusted properly. The rear stands were suddenly too big to fit under the boat (unlike last year when they fit fine), which we ultimately realized was because the bow was too high and stern was too low.
So all of a sudden, while we're all struggling with the boat stands, she yells "STOP!" and we all stop. The rudder had just touched the gravel. If she had not been there watching over everything from 20 feet away, the rudder would have certainly cracked and we'd be ordering a new one from Catalina.
So, here's three cheers for my Admiral, always alert and at the ready:
...well, almost always!