Cambridge Cay - "Cruising Is." 4-8 to 4-9 2009

As we left you, we dinghy'd over to Seahawk to greet our friends on the
sistership to Flying Pig. I'd mentioned that he'd bought an engine from
someone I pointed him to, just as we were leaving the Chesapeake area over a
year ago. He stripped all the usable parts from it, thinking he was going to
rebuild his engine, and to get spares. However, as usually seems to happen
in the world of cruising, particularly when you have 4 kids, as they do,
reality intruded, and they left with the same engine they had.

As time went on, before they got too far, their engine showed signs of what
might be a lingering death, but it might also have died at any time. Rather
than risk having it give up the ghost somewhere remote, they pulled in and
did the swap with a rebuilt. When you remove an engine from our boats, you
have to pull all the significant hang-ons off in order to get it to fit the
available openings on the way out. Knowing that, he'd removed all the usable
parts from the other engine and sent them off for cleanup in anticipation of
his rebuild.

His original intent had been only to get them glass-beaded (like
sandblasting) to clean them up, but couldn't find anyone to do that.
Fortunately, however, there was this powder-coating place, which would have
to do the equivalent, anyway, for preparation. So, heat exchanger, oil
cooler and filter housings, intake and exhaust manifolds, fuel delivery
system, oil pan and valve cover and the like were all beautifully,
hard-coated, brilliant in their "Perkins Blue" color. Having a rebuilt
block, which the rebuilder also runs and tests before (then) painting, meant
that when I looked into his engine room, the engine shone like a jewel.
Compounding my jealousy, not only was the pan underneath the engine
brilliant white, where he'd repainted it, there wasn't a drop of oil, nor
even oil-absorbent pads. Color me extremely envious!

I suggested that we hurry and go snorkeling, as it was nearly low slack
tide, and perfect for the couple of little islands right near us, and a
beautiful trip up to the marine aquarium with the wind and the tide in the
right direction for our return. They enthusiastically agree, and we decide
to meet shortly for our trip. Louise had wanted to revisit the aquarium and
Lydia the small islands to our south, our first visit being during a tide,
making it difficult to get a full perspective of the scenery.

We did indeed go off snorkeling, but both Lydia and Louise took a pass, the
weather being cloudy and not very warm. We got to visit the couple of little
islands just south of us before the current started running, and headed
north to the aquarium. With 4 kids in their dinghy, and nobody in mine, I
offered to lighten their load. So, their oldest and youngest rode up with me
to the aquarium.

When we arrived, it was thick with boats and snorkelers. However, as most of
them had been there for some time, several left quickly, and there was
plenty of room. I wore my weights (which reduce my buoyancy to nearly
neutral) and did my usual underwater cruising which, between the prior dive,
all the wind on the still-wet-wetsuit in the cloudy, no-sun, not-hot air on
the way up, and this dive, I was well chilled by the time I got out. The
current and the wind were with us on the return, however, so my chill wasn't
exacerbated, and it was a short trip. Stripping out of my wetsuit and
getting into sweats, sitting in the enclosed cockpit with a cup of coffee
and the sun on me soon had me revived.

A short while later, my snorkeling buddies showed up for dinner. The Morgan
461 was designed originally for the charter trade, with up to 11 sleeping
quarters in 4 doubles (fore and aft cabins, plus two salon make-up doubles)
and three singles (a sea berth in the salon, plus two in the "third
stateroom," the walkthrough). So it was no particular surprise that we all
ate comfortably in the salon. Lydia had baked earlier in the day, so we
enjoyed a simple dinner of beans and rice with the accompaniment of fresh
baked bread. We bade them farewell long after cruiser's midnight (8PM).

Wednesday dawned still and brilliant and Jeff came over; we got the pulley
off my Sherwood (traded to him) with some effort, and onto his Jabsco,
likewise with much effort, including breaking the first attachment bolt I
used, on which more anon. I gave him intelligence on his trip south to
Georgetown, with all the local places to see and do stuff, as well as where
to find supplies. Earlier, taking advantage of the mirror-smooth water, I'd
lifted the slack anchor chain carefully, unwinding it from a couple of rocks
it had wound around, and Lydia and Louise (her mom) went off in the dinghy
to attempt finding more of the lovely shells ruined in our last episode. As
it's a pretty good distance in a dinghy, the calm water was welcomed.

When Lydia and Louise returned from their shelling trip, I'd not quite
managed to get the pump installed, nor cleaned up, what with all the stuff
all over the workbench. The extraction of the pulley from my traded pump,
along with all the exertion needed to get it on his supplied pump, had taken
longer than I'd anticipated. However, Lydia wanted to go over to the "meet
and greet" island mentioned in a prior post, and get a couple buckets of the
especially coarse sand for Portia's potty. So, I commenced to put the pump
on, and, just before they arrived back at the boat, was just finishing up my
cleanup.

As I was now certain that the water in my original pump had been coming from
the weep slot designed to tell you when your seals are failing, I tried
using the same hose attachment I'd used before. Imagine my dismay when it
just RAN water, much worse than before, again from the weep slot. However,
it had appeared to have come from the hose, the flow was so great, and I
couldn't' believe that it was the pump, as it worked fine when he removed it
from his engine he took out.

So, I went back to plan A and commenced with my "kludge" of a stepdown to
accept a short piece of the properly sized (well, with some heating and
lubrication!) hose from the clearly oversized one I'd had.

That went relatively simply, the heating and lubrication aside, and I
remounted the pump for yet another time. No such luck, same results, with
there being no doubt at this time that it was the pump, as there's no way
the hose could possibly leak.

RAGGASNAGGAGIGGAFRATZ!!!

So, I again pulled off the pump, having a rebuild kit in the stuff Jeff had
traded me, and resolved to rebuild it. However, it had gotten late enough by
that time - nearly everyone else' midnight - that I decided to put it aside
until the next morning.

Up again shortly after dawn, and just as I was finishing my first cup of
coffee, Jeff hailed me on the VHF. "Speak of the devil," I said. "That doesn't
sound good!" he said. I told him of the experiences, and he asked to come
over to help me rebuild it, "to assuage his guilt," which I gratefully
accepted.

On his way over, I dug into my spares, the two nearly useless Jabsco pumps I
had, and took apart the worst of them, to see how they went together. By the
time I had it apart, Jeff had arrived. Once we clearly saw how it went,
reading the parts breakdown he'd printed off for me (I'd expected to rebuild
my other pump which had leaked the first time, so he offered that from his
computer library the previous day), we were confident to disassemble his
traded pump.

All went relatively well, but as we were putting it together, I noted that
the junker's bearing was in a different place than the one we were working
on. Could it have moved? It certainly seemed so. Rooting around in all my
tools produced the proper sized socket to fit over the shaft and we beat the
bearing down to its proper seat. Reinstalling it was another challenge, as
the bearing wouldn't QUITE go all the way into its seat. Another rooting
around produced a properly sized chunk of pipe, and we finally got it seated
fully.

Around this time it dawned on us that our whaling away on the pulley and
shaft to get them to seat was what pushed the bearing up on the shaft.
Without the bearing fully seated on the shaft, there was nothing for the
seal to seat against. Thus, the totally useless seal, not broken nor worn
out, but just, simply, not sealing!! So, unfortunately, we took out a
probably perfectly good seal, but as we didn't do any visible damage, I put
that back in the box in which the new ones had come, and put it with the
spare impellers.

By this time it was dinnertime, and he went off, inviting us for sundowners
after we'd both had our suppers. We'd originally expected to stay only a
short time, but Jeff and Kami are marvelous hosts, with perfectly wonderful
Sangria accompanied by freshly baked beer bread, and the evening wore on to,
again, well past cruisers' midnight. So, instead of putting on the pump
immediately when we got home, I again delayed until the next day. Jeff and
Kami would be leaving first thing in the morning, for a straight trip to
Georgetown, in order to get provisions, stock up on water, gas and diesel,
and get to church on Easter, so we were all ready for bed. The installation
of the pump would have to wait until morning.

As this is getting long, as usual, we'll leave you here, until next time.

Stay tuned!

L8R

Skip and crew








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