SO,.. One of the things that animals
with intelligence and forethought, are capable of doing is making choices which favor a positive outcomes for that particular individual.
We started late on Saturday around 12:00 at Sears-- good choice.
We bought a 16in drill bit, boring bits, a 16in extension--good choice
We took care of nephew for a couple hours to facilitate ability to escape to the boat--excellent choice (youll see why)
We met up with a couple of friends who both helped us, eventually--best choice
Once we got there, I started by undoing the hose clamps on the fill valve, and one of the other hoses. The fill valve hose was not budging off the valve so I cut it. I think this was the first sign. The smell of the stuffed up bilge
box was driving me mad. I think this is what led me to the drastic actions which resulted in escalating my plans unexpectantly.
I started out by fixing my shop-vac, its "blower port" which usually has a screw on cover is missing thus affecting suction and the ability to hold in crap from blowing all over your boat. I used a regular size Peanut Butter container, JIF I believe, and used straps of GORILLA TAPE to stick it down, and secure it in place.
I first used the 16 inch drill bit (new toy), at the widest thickest part of the foam and sank it down easily through six inches of foamyness. It seemed the only area not affected by the flow of water
through the bilge
, but was the most visible and accessible. I drilled multiple holes along the same side straight down. Then using the drill like a rotozip, pushed and busted up the foam while we sucked it up with the vac!!! We then repeated the same on all sides some of which contained water
, which had already began rotting the foam. The extent of the foam at this point was unknown, and the mixture of water and destroyed foam was thick, the shop vac had the standard attachment, which would not collect the puddle of gunk we were creating .
We switched to the routing bits with extension, and recieved simuliar results, When using the drill and the vac at the same time was the most efficient it seemed. We worked on this for several hours, and at least severerly damaged the structure of the foamy grave encasing the fueltank. We pulled up with all our might. Still no budge. We also had flatcrow bars and a giant crowbar for pryage. We really were trying While we were working there were several warnings about "carefull" "watch your angle there" "lookout that is a supporting floor beam" "wires,..move the wires" comming from both my friends and I. We were being precautious, practical, sensible...sane. But we were not getting anywhere. I would need to access the subfloor to see else was holding it in place. This requires access.
I would blame my second friend for his early departure before the ensuing event, because he is the more patient and quite honestly smartest out of the three of us. I would blame him, but I can't. I have to blame my love for the boat, my egocentric theory of if someone else can do it so can I, and lastly the economy for the decision to cut up my floorboards.
My friend and I went back to my house to grab, the Skillsaw,..It all was working out nicely I had found a pencil at the boat, traced out the design I thought would give enough workspace, and access to the areas we needed.
My first two cuts went well. I wasn't quite concerned about it being perfect, but I was really trying to do it right, I had a 45 degree angle on the cuts so they could be put back down, they were shallow, at an inch or slightly under. It was looking good.
On the third cut, infront of the galley stove
is where the water started shooting into the cabin
As I stared in disbelief as a spout of 7-10 inches of water shot through the floors. Everything possible ran through my mind of course including the cost of refloating a sunk boat--I gathered myself together and had my friend run to the Night Watchman, whose name is Gary, and they gathered the Heavy Duty Bilge pump
(we never used) and came down to assist me. I had grabbed one of the two seat cushions
I had aboard and was standing on top of it to hold it against the gush. Gary asked if I had a drill and screws to see about sealing the hole with a piece of wood. I had drills but no screw bit, I had screws but they were too long, and I had thrown away all the sealant
caulk I had aboard. My friend grabbed some cotton rags and hammered them into the tiny gash with a screwdriver which slowed the flow but did not stop the egress of water into the boat. I almost lost
it when Gary handed me the number for a Diving
company, I thought she was going down. I called Michael, who works for Ballard Marine Diving
, he had a larger time window than I was comfortable with so refered me to Dwayne over at Emerald City Diving, Dwayne and me talked and since I was already overdue for a haulout, he suggested I get an Emergency
Haulout. I told him I didn't know any of the Yard owners, how could I get ahold of them? Dwayne said,"I know a guy. Let me call you right back" Within minutes he had called me back stating that a friend of his has a yard and would be able to be there in 45 min. This was at approximately 9:20PM, I got called back by a gentleman who asked me where my boat was, what slip was she in, how big was the hole, I answered his questions and he told me he'd be there in 35 minutes. THANK YOU GOD. The gentlemans name was John Dunato. He is a wonderful man, he was calm, jolly, pleasant, and lastly professiona*/cise with the travelift and despite us not knowing the exact shape of her hull
and prop placement lifted her out without so much as a bump. His assistant Bonnie was a younger woman, we handled the ropes and boat position in the slings. When we got her up and over he checked and rechecked, positioned and repositioned the blocks we were setting her on, with shims and pieces of wood. He even re-re-adjusted them. The whole time maintaining a personable, humorous, bedside manner about the whole ordeal. Despite it being 11:00 on a Saterday night.
All this happened in the nightime, by the time it happened my cell was dead. So there are no pictures, no pictures of the repair, no pictures of the event, no pictures of the way that John and Bonnie busted their asses to get me out of the water, or the rescue
. The few pictures I had of us working on the boat got killed when my iphone
reset itself. But it all reallllllllly happened. He has a boatyard located in the Lake Union Ship Canal
by the water in Fremont, The name is Dunato's Marine Service
he has been in business for 41 years.
Some of the choices I made did have a positive outcomes. I didn't sink the boat, and hopefully made a friend. And now shes hauled out... Mission Successful?