Just wanted to put a little bottom paint
on. Simple. Zip across False Creek to Granville Island. 200, maybe 300 feet. tops. First thing, start leaving the slip, get about half way out, then realize something is wrong... boat is sluggish, almost hit the boat next to us, finally got it out, but it just doesn't want to go, so we head
to the public dock
. It finally begins to respond, so we dock
the boat, then decide to go for our haulout. Wife hits dock when departing leaving a nice scratchy mark on the hull
. We haul out
, and its apparent the prop was overgrown with marine
growth. We also knock a basketball size clump of mussels from the knotmeter wheel
. As per yard rules, we tape off the hull
with plastic wrap just as it begins pouring rain. we only have one day to get the prep work done since we have a couple family
members available on that day only.
Rain? It freakin' POURED. Now we're inside the plastic "tent" sanding
toxic bottom paint
, while water
is pouring in from everywhere. We get soaked, the sandpaper is soaked, we take breaks outside the tent to remove respirators and get even wetter. The blue dust soon turns to blue paste, and we have it in our hair, feet, hands, even on the white part of the hull.
When we finally finished we all have parking tickets. Apparently, on Granville Island, you can't park in a three hour spot for 3 hours, leave, return an hour later, and park in another three hour spot elsewhere.
When we went for a beer
break, we were asked if we were in a "smurf show." Replied we were a new music
group call the "almost blue man group." Sigh.
I'll be splashing in a day or two, wonder if I can get the damn thing 300 feet back to my slip without any misadventures. Half this board crosses the damn Pacific with less trouble than I have getting across False Creek.