Thirty-Five years ago today, Lulu agreed to be my wife and I agreed to be her husband. Who could have predicted then what we’d be doing 35 years hence. So what did we do?
Lulu woke up early and was sitting at the settee reading blogs when I got up. This was a major role reversal. The first thing she said was “We have to pickle the watermaker, don’t we? Why don’t you start up the generator and I’ll make some water so we’re good and topped off and then you can pickle the watermaker for storage.”
“Wha…? I didn’t even have my glasses on yet. I was still foggy from sleep.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have bombarded you like that right off the bat. I’ll go do my exercises and give you a chance to wake up.”
For the next 5 minutes I stood and looked out of the companionway. I knew that we really should pickle the watermaker but I really didn’t want to have to drag the generator out of the engine compartment. And, since we’re getting hauled out this morning, we don’t really need our water tank to be full. Oh, did I mention the haulout?
I checked in with the Marina Seca office yesterday to see if they could haul us out for a few days of work followed by about 6 weeks of storage followed by a couple weeks of work. They said, sure, no problem. Let’s see, we can do it tomorrow any time after 10:00. So I opted for 11:00 and now here we are. After our last trip out to the anchored boat yesterday, we had to hoist the dinghy aboard and dismantle and stow it, remove the sun awning, rig the dock lines and fenders and generally get ready to be hauled. Thus, the need to pickle the watermaker.
Eventually the fog cleared and I decided that we still had plenty of battery left to run the watermaker and still be able to start the engine. So I got out the hoses and the pickling chemical and got started. Mind you, this was before I’d even had any coffee. All in all it wasn’t that bad. I’m glad to have it done and it really went as smoothly as it possibly could. And then I had some coffee.
About 1030 we fired up the engine, raised the anchor and headed to the haulout. Every other place we’ve ever been hauled used a travel-lift:
Today was a different experience. Instead of the travelift, they use a trailer with hydraulic arms that can be individually controlled by an operator with a remote control. All we had to do was get to the dock, hand them the dock lines and step off. They took care of getting the boat onto the trailer and they were very professional about it.
And here we are all safe and snug on the trailer:
I would have preferred to see the boat a wee bit further forward but these guys know what they’re doing. They haul hundreds of boats every year. San Carlos is a major haulout spot for folks who want to go back to the States during the hottest summer months. From here they haul the boat down the road to Marina Seca. When the workers realized that we didn’t have a car, they offered to let us ride on the trailer. We’re not in OSHA country anymore, that’s for sure. We declined since we had a couple things to do at the marina and it’s only about 3/4 of a mile or so to Marina Seca.
By the time we arrived at Marina Seca and got our paperwork all done, Siempre Sabado was firmly on the hard.
All we have to do now before we transfer from the work yard to the storage yard is to basically strip everything off the decks and empty the fridge. But on a tiny boat like this, that presents something of a problem. With every square inch below covered with stuff from on deck, where do we sleep, or even sit for that matter? The answer turned out to be that we sleep on Chamisa, Keith and Kay’s Westsail 42. They went home for the summer and left Chamisa in a slip at Marina San Carlos. They graciously allowed us to crash at Motel Chamisa while we’re working in the yard. It’s nice to have good friends.
That’s pretty much it for our day. After we take a nice cooling shower, we’ll wait for the sun to go down and then walk up to the Tequila Restaurant for an anniversary meal.
Makes me wonder where we’ll be 35 years from today.