We righted the jammed keel
(user error(mine)) and we recovered the main halyard
(someone else's knot
slipping) and oiled and lubed up the cranky hardware
at the top of the mast
while I was up there. So, all ready to go sailing... second attempt.
starts. Cast off lines. My plan is to put it in reverse and learn how the prop wash works on our little hole in the water
with the 6 hp Johnson sailmaster outboard
that ran like a TOP for 8 hours the day we brought her home... We are in reverse, Himself is doing his level best to not fret. We are backing from the slip. No big deal, done it a million times, a lifetime ago. And then as we get lined up and ready to go forward it dies. I pull the cursed start cord, nada. We have a healthy head wind
that rapidly shoves us straight back down the marina channel... and towards the east side. Himself hops off as I push us off the transom of the neighbor we drift up to and He grabs the bow line I throw. I get her started again. Back her up to straighten her up and she chokes when I shift her to forward and stalls out again. This time we drift straight onto the rocks at the foot of the channel. Himself has heroically raced over the dock ramp
and thru the gate and down the cliff to push us off in time while I try to start her. no dice.
We manage to get lines on her that allow us to walk her over to an end tie and sit to catch our breath. Himself very politely asks if I checked the fuel
. Which I did, and the reserve tank that full. but then I get to thinking about it and wonder if even though there is a over a gallon in the bottom of a 5 gallon tank, might the fuel
line not be shorter? Might the engine
not be getting fuel even though there is some in there? Ok, so I haul out
, transfer fuel, top up with what seems like the right amount of oil
based on the instructions I was given 2 months ago when we bought her and brought her home.
Prime the line and she starts up. stalls, starts, stalls, starts, stalls. finally seems to be running and have all the air outta the fuel line so we put her in gear
to take her back to the slip. (Himself is being very calm but is NOT going out today, after this.) On the way back to the slip she stalls twice more and 2 helpful neighbours come to help, keeping us from damaging our baby or anyone else's. We walk her in and put her away.
This A.M. around the marina walking the dog I got (mostly) gentle jibes from the other residents. Lots of kind condescending consolation; "Don't worry, you'll learn how to steer eventually."
I Know how to steer... but it's a bit difficult with no power... and bay winds helping us along ; -)
I need a LITTLE bit of that glossy sailing magazine cover action right about now. Are we EVER gonna get her out on the bay?