Skip Grundlock asked me to forward his latest cruise log because his 
computer has broken down so here it is . . .  Good ole Skippy!
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Good day from the captain and crew, Skippy and Myriam of Flying Swine - 
my Morgan OutHouse 41. We just got back from a day on the Intracoastal 
Waterway on our way back south. It wasn't a very good day, I'm afraid.
The first thing that went wrong was when we tried to get out of the 
slip. The dock lines managed to get all tangled around the propeller 
when I threw her in reverse. One of the lines broke off the top of a 
piling which was rotted and it got pulled into the propeller and the 
shaft got bent and a leak started at the packing gland. So I had to 
snorkel under the boat and cut away the mess and then I took a sledge 
hammer to the shaft and got it straight again. Then I had to re-pack the 
gland but this turned out to be a real chore because the big nut got 
rounded off because I turned it the wrong way and the Crescent Wrench 
kept slipping and somehow jammed the threads. So I took a sledge hammer 
and a big chisel to it and got it off after about an hour. Put new 
cotton balls inside and pounded it all back together with the chisel and 
sledge and it stopped leaking excessively.
Ready to get underway again we backed out of the slip and, wouldn't you 
know it, we back smack-dab into current that took us sideways against a 
seawall. We were going pretty fast and got some largish scrapes on the 
topsides but no matter, that's the breaks - as long as it isn't 
structural damage it can be fixed later - that's the cruising life - 
fixing broken stuff in exotic places.
Well we made good progress out the channel to the IntraCoastal but the 
chart seemed to be wrong. We were supposed to turn left but the chart 
said to turn right. So I checked the radar screen and it said to go 
straight. Lo and behold we ran aground with the bow jammed into the bank 
of the Intracoastal. I guess somethings wrong with my radar. Something 
else on the list to fix tonight when we reach our destination. We called 
SeaTow on the VHF to pull us back out into the IntraCoastal but, for 
some reason, it didn't transmit. I guess it goes on the list of things 
to fix right after the radar. It's always something but that's the 
cruising life. So out came the cell phone and SeaTow pulled us off about 
an hour later.
So finally we were off and running but then the diesel quit - clogged 
filters - no problem. Changed them out but cross threaded on by mistake 
and gee what a  mess - diesel squirted everywhere when we fired up the 
engine. So I got out the trusty sledge hammer and chisel and smashed the 
filter on straight and we were on our way again with just a little ole 
dribble. No problem - don't sweat the details.
Next, we discovered we were going north instead of south so we had to 
fix the compass. There wasn't really much wrong with it other than the 
sledge hammer was laid too close to it and made it point north instead 
of south. Oh well, that's the kind of thing you can expect to happen 
when cruising. Ha ha. Life is a blast isn't it? So we turned around and 
headed south again. We were only about five miles north of where we 
stayed last night so no big deal. By noon we'll be back where we 
started. Isn't life grand?
Well, what else can go wrong. I just dropped the sledge hammer on my big 
toe and now it's all blue and swollen up looking like a purple plum. I 
think I broke it. Ouch it hurts really bad. I guess it's time to call 
911 to get airlifted to an emergency room. Gotto go - more later. Stay 
tuned to our next cruising log . . .
Skippy and Crew of the Flying Swine
Morgan 41 #20
SV Flying Swine  MI4KKKPC
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