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Mt. Desert Island, Maine/Acadia National Park

August 7-16, 2012 (not nearly enough time, though it might take you 10 days to get through this post)

Somes Harbor

We made it to Acadia National Park!!  Really, anything but fly-infested Frenchboro would have been a hit with me, but we had our hopes very high for Acadia National Park and were duly impressed.  As with many new places, it wasn’t quite what I expected and the surprises were what made it such a wonderful experience.  What made it even better was my new cruiser attitude, which took a departure from my old way of planning, researching, and creating an agenda for each moment of the experience.  We just showed up, ready to see what would happen…(I know.  Those who know me well are falling off their desk chairs.)

Acadia National Park is spread over a lot of land in this area, but much of it is located on Mt. Desert Island, which is where Bar Harbor is located.  The island is almost cut in two by a long, narrow fjord.  It is the only fjord on the east coast of the United States.  The guidebooks fairly gushed over the “steep dramatic cliffs” that “fall right into the sea”, but Chris and I spent our 10th anniversary on a cruise of the Norwegian Fjords.  This was NOT a fjord.  I can tell you that.  It might have some sort of technical qualifications that make it one geologically, but I kept asking Chris when the fjord-y part was going to start, and suddenly we were at the end.

This is the Fjord:

This is a Norwegian Fjord:

Nevertheless, we traversed the fjord and ended up in Somes Harbor, a gorgeous place with a surprising amount of boats.  We found a place to anchor and took a look around.  There was a small dinghy dock on the left bank and a small cove off to the right.  There was a large rock in the cove and children were jumping off of it into the water.  We came to see the national park system, but I was content to stay right there and swim, paddle, kayak, and hang out.

In fact, we had been on the move for so long that we decided to lay low the next day and enjoy the beauty around us.  Chris and I worked on the boat and the kids worked on their independence.  All three of them took the kayak and paddleboard and went over to the little cove, which is part of the Acadia campgrounds.  They played with the kids there all day, jumping off the rock and crabbing.  It was strange to allow them such freedom, but they felt comfortable with it, we could see them from the boat, and we took the dinghy over to check on them from time to time.  They were so busy and happy that they didn’t want to come back for lunch!

I worked on polishing the metal on the boat, starting with the barbeque.  I cleaned down below (inside the boat) in between to rest my arms and jumped in the water for a refreshing swim when I got warm from all the work.  When I was finished, I gave myself a manicure and pedicure.  It was satisfying to get so much accomplished and a special treat to take care of my hard-working fingers and toes.

Chris replaced the zincs by suiting up with his SCUBA gear and diving under the boat with all kinds of tools.  It was a successful first underwater job.  Then he climbed to the top of the mast to run a halyard for a second jib.  A halyard is the line (rope) that runs through the center of the mast and hauls things up- usually sails, but sometimes flags and sometimes people!

Reese, Kate, and Emma: instant friends

A catamaran anchored next to us and I noticed two young girls on board.  When the kids returned from the campgrounds, they paddled over, introduced themselves to Emma and Katie, and ended up playing on their boat all afternoon.  I started to think that maybe we wouldn’t go crazy having the kids 24/7/365.  We’d barely seen them all day!

In the meantime, Mark and Julie from a nearby boat, Rachel, dinghied over to say hello.  They provided a good stopping point for all the work we were doing and we ended up chatting for close to an hour.  We enjoyed talking to them and tried not to pepper them with too many questions about living aboard, which they have been doing for five years.

We went over to the catamaran, Top Cat, to collect the kids, and ended up staying to chat for another hour!  It was great to meet Janet and Michael Worthington and their uncle, Captain Michael Costello.  The kids were all playing nicely.  Their girls taught our kids a game called Bums, with a President, a Vice President, and a “Bum”.  It took me a few rounds to realize what game it REALLY was.  Oh, those college years of playing cards…

We went back to the boat and grilled filet mignon on our barbeque that is now shiny enough to be used as our mirror, and made tapioca for dinner.  Unfortunately, the almost perfect day was punctuated when Porter hit his arm against the barbeque and got a 2-inch second degree burn.  I just hope it wasn’t because he was so mesmerized with the shininess…

The next day, we took the free shuttle service into Bar Harbor and rented bicycles.  The bike rental place (Acadia Bike) really had their act together.  We were out of there with 4 bikes, one tagalong, 5 helmets, and a map in less than ten minutes.  The park service has a special bus just for cyclists.  You get on the bus and they toss your bike onto a huge rack that is towed behind.  They took us right to the trailhead and off we went.

The Rockefellers, who owned much of the land in the area, created an intricate and extensive system of carriage roads throughout the area.  The roads are about the width of a one lane road and are made of packed dirt with loose gravel.  It was a great riding surface, providing a crunchy, pleasing sound as the tires rolled along them.

 

taking a “run through the woods” break

As usual, the kids did a great job keeping up, but it was a long ride with a lot of hills.  I hadn’t been on a bike since Newport, so my legs were itching to goooooooo.  I restrained myself for the most part, but I had to let it out on the downhills.  After a while, Reese had had it and we found the Jordan Pond just in time.  We had a picnic on the lake, but this was “the” spot to go to, so it was crawling with people.  I had pictured my first national park experience to be an almost solitary one, communing with nature on deserted trails and taking crazy-amazing photos.  Instead, I found myself sidestepping slow-moving tour-bus folks who were heading for the souvenir stand and the restaurant that served popovers for $12 a pop…

happy happy happy girl

So we got out of there and headed back down the mountain.  The carriage roads were quiet and almost empty since most people take the bus up to Jordan Pond.  I got a real treat at the end when Chris agreed to ride down the short way with the kids while I took the longer route by myself.  I took off like a 10-year-old and almost “whooped”.  I got in some uphills and practiced downhilling on gravel, which was (almost) scary with all the hairpin turns.  It takes a lot to convince me to touch the brakes going downhill, but I actually hit them a few times.  My cycling friends will know how much that killed me.

picking wild blueberries

I met back up with Chris and the kids, where they were picking wild blueberries and checking out a HUGE beaver dam.  This is the Acadia I was looking for.  At this point, I decided to throw out the guidebook, filled with “must-sees” and “must-dos” (which 9.6 million people were probably doing that very second) and just do our own thing…

Ready and waiting to get back to Patronus after a busy day

When we got back to Bar Harbor, we bought Porter new Keens at one of the many outdoor outfitters in town and had well-deserved ice cream cones while waiting for the bus back to Somes Harbor.  We took showers at the campground, paying $1.00 for 5 minutes of hot water.  Seriously?  I would have paid ten dollars to take a nice, long shower at that point, but five minutes was about all I could stand in the “rustic” shower cabin.  On the short walk back to the dock through the woods, the mosquitoes managed to find me.  I will sum up my thoughts on camping in one word.  Never.  (for more details, see my post on Frenchboro and what happens when Erica spends lots of time in the woods.)

porter brings me the sheets on laundry day

We were really settling into Somes Harbor at this point.  The next day, we took the bus the other way to Southwest Harbor.  I did laundry at a great little Laundromat (with a crazy powerful WiFi hotspot!!!!) while Chris and the kids went to the Gilley Museum (a fascinating tribute to a plumber-turned-woodcarver with a dramatic family history).  We had lunch in town, took a walk around the harbor, saw a blue lobster (only 1 in 2,000,000 lobsters is blue), and went back to the boat carrying 4 hugs sacks of laundry and a bag of live lobsters for dinner.

 

Reese takes out the garbage…

I went swimming, which brought on several surprised comments from nearby boats as I passed them.  Mt. Desert Island is pretty far north, folks, and the water was getting colder and colder!  While I was in the water, I cleaned the dinghy and the waterline of Patronus, trying very hard not to breathe in the scummy, dirty water as I cleaned.  The kids and I worked on their reading logs in between making up the beds with clean sheets and giving the cabins a deep cleaning.  Another dinghy visit with Mark and Julie from Rachel and it was really starting to feel like home…

Northeast Harbor

quiet mornings include giving daddy a shave

Alas, our heads were full (not those heads! The toilets!) and needed to be pumped out.  We were also on our last tank of water.  So after a morning of drawing, reading, math workbooks, and completely reorganizing the food storage (can you guess which of us did what?), we pulled anchor at 0940 and set down the “fjord”, which was just as un-fjord-y as the way up.  But it was foggy, which was cool.

We pulled into Northeast Harbor, which is on the Southeast corner of Mt. Desert Island (anyone have an explanation for that one?), and waited an hour for a spot at the fuel dock to get diesel, water, and a pumpout at Clifton Dock.  The people there were great, though, and their facilities were modern and very clean.  We had a great time chatting it up with a few people there while waiting for the water tanks to fill up.  One couple has cruised the Chesapeake for years and gave us tips on places to visit.  We then continued on to the end of the harbor, where we had reserved a mooring with the town marina.  They had an interesting setup.  For $40 a night, we tied up to a little floating dock, which was moored out in the harbor.  I have only seen this setup before in Camden.  It was very cute.

We walked to town for a great lunch at a restaurant/bakery, did some shopping, and checked out the Maritime Museum.  Back at the marina, I nearly dropped to my knees when I saw how big and clean the showers were.  Put it this way.  They were in a building called the “Yachtsman’s Center”.  Not a buggy shack with a slot for quarters.  Is it possible to be a public shower diva?  Well print me up a t-shirt, because I took such a long shower that my skin was red for three hours and I was as happy as a clam.

I pulled out my computer to see if this marina was good enough to marry.  Their WiFi was so strong that I immediately started uploading pictures as fast as I could.  My website subscribers got a double dose of posts that night.

0232 August 12, 2012; our very special moment together

We set the clock for 0232, as we do every year on the eve of August 12th.  Our little baby boy was turning eleven years old and we always wake him at the moment of his birth to wish him a happy birthday and quietly give thanks for his precious life.  As always, I held him, gave him a kiss, and with my eyes closed, I remembered exactly how his warm, moist skin felt under my hands the very first time I held him.  I remember realizing that I didn’t “have a baby”.  I helped to create a human being, who was going to be his own person and make a difference in the world.  I opened my eyes and saw my eleven-year-old, with his long legs, his almost-man-feet, his huge toothy grin, and his pirate pajamas.  I felt the precipice on which he was standing, half way between boy and man, and I was so proud of him; so glad that I get to stand alongside him as he grows up.

In the morning, an excited Porter snuck into our room to tell us that Bryson had not yet woken up.  Luck strikes again!  Bryson is our early bird and every year his early-rising threatens to break our tradition of waking the birthday person by sneaking into their room with cameras, video-recorders, and cake, singing “Happy Birthday To You” (this is never a problem on Reese’s birthday!)  We woke him up, had breakfast, and gave Bryson his first birthday gift- a crab trap.  The kids went right to work, crabbing right off our floating dock.  They spent the morning fishing, blowing bubbles, and playing.

When we had asked Bryson what he wanted to do for his birthday, he said he wanted to be in Somes Harbor, jumping off the rocks at the campground.  We had to save that for the next day, because the weather was not good enough to travel back up to Somes.  In the meantime, his other wish was to go into Bar Harbor and get pizza for dinner.  So we took the shuttle into town, had some great pizza, and walked around while it drizzled on and off the rest of the afternoon.  I’m sure it’s just a given at this point, but we also got ice cream.

Back at Patronus, Bryson enjoyed his phone calls and text messages with well-wishes, his birthday cards and presents.  We had cake from our little oven and Bryson’s birthday was a definite success.  Good thing, because we had big shoes to fill.  His tenth birthday last year was spent on Block Island, and was one of those absolutely perfect days that only gets better and better every time you remember it.

The day was not over for me, however.  We were headed back to Somes Harbor the next morning, which meant the end of my internet capability.  I worked for six hours without moving, but at 0230 I went to sleep with all my posts written up through Bar Harbor, with pictures inserted, edited, and ready to publish.  I have to say I’m starting to feel like a writer, instead of an aspiring one.  I love the hours of writing, when I allow my thoughts to form in a stream of consciousness.  When I give myself over to the process and stay in the present moment, I can feel the right words forming somewhere between my brain and my fingertips.  When I go back to the stories written in that mindset, I usually don’t do much editing because that writing sounds so authentic.

Somes Harbor, Part Two

wood carving on a front door in Asticou Gardens. I LOVE THIS.

After touring Asticou Gardens (which was beautiful, but you’ve got to be tired of reading about every last thing we did here, so I’m wrapping it up), we headed back to Somes Harbor for Bryson’s day of 11-year-old fun.  We enjoyed one more day and night back at Somes Harbor and really took a look around at what had turned out to be one of our favorite spots so far.  We had spent most of our time here exploring Mt. Desert Island’s harbors, shores, and towns.  We did not spend as much time as I expected in the actual “park”.  If the kids were older, I’m sure we could have spent days hiking the challenging and deserted trails.  But we were completely content to enjoy the beauty of the island from our little spot at the end of the, ahem, “fjord”.

At one point during the 9 days we were on Mt. Desert Island, I had to take the dinghy around the peninsula to a little marina to get ice.  On the way back, I admired the beautiful boats in the harbor, watched the ducks floating on the waves, looked at the tall, slender spruce trees on land, and imagined living in one of the quaint little cottages dotted along the shore.  I noticed how much I enjoyed the island from the vantage point of the water.  I imagined how different it would be to spend the week viewing the island and the surrounding water from the shores, looking out.  Later, I posed the following question to a friend.  Which would you choose: to look at the ocean from the land, or look at the land from the ocean?  Which would you choose, and why?

Our time in Mt. Desert Island was full of incredible experiences and images.  Please take a moment to check out these videos and extra photos!  -erica

Reese Swinging off the halyard

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INF3JUkcO-U

Bryson’s Birthday Morning

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j03pJmLvQcE&feature=youtu.be

Porter Tries on Shoes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfdgHKeP2_w&feature=youtu.be

fishing for items through the hatches

a homemade game that took days to create/play

more fishing

cliff walk in Bar Harbor

talking to Kelli back at home

Reese and Porter…

 

swinging off the boat on a halyard

pure 11 year old happiness

Good Night Maine…

 

Chris’ Boat Preparations

Written By Chris Conway

July 31, 2012

Once we found the boat the real work began.  We needed to familiarize ourselves with all of the boat’s systems, rigging and living areas in 7 ½ months- most of which was during the winter.  During the survey we made a list of all the issues that needed to be addressed and the improvements we would want to make for a trip like ours.  The boat was in excellent condition, but the survey did turn up some issues.  The most significant were engine/propeller related.  One was the cutlass bearing which needed immediate replacement before we could move the boat from Essex.  The cutlass bearing is a piece of rubber that aligns the propeller shaft where it exits the boat.  This meant that the boat needed to be hauled and the shaft removed to put on a replacement.  The other major issue was a slow leak in the heat exchanger, which is like a radiator in a car.  The leak was small enough that we could wait to fix it over the winter, but the yard in Essex estimated that the entire heat exchanger would need to be replaced at a cost of $2400.

After we moved the boat from Essex to Haverstraw, I began formulating my plan of attack to both learn the boat’s systems and make the many improvements we would need for our journey.  I will be writing a series of blogs covering each major system of the boat and how I approached the preparations.

Engine:

First on my checklist was getting acquainted with the engine.  I took a three-day course in December on diesel engine maintenance at Mack Boring, which is the Northeast dealer for our engine type, a Yanmar diesel.  The course was excellent and I was able to work on the same model engine as the one in Patronus.  We learned everything from basic maintenance like oil changes to doing valve adjustments and removing fuel injectors.  More importantly, I found out that the leak on our heat exchanger could be fixed instead of replaced.  So armed with a little bit of knowledge and a new set of Craftsman sockets, I decided to disassemble the heat exchanger.

teaching Porter to work on the engine

Three weekends later and one mild case of frostbite on my toes, I had disassembled the heat exchanger from the engine.  In addition to removing the salt and freshwater lines from the heat exchanger, I also had to remove the turbo charging unit since it attaches to the back of the heat exchanger.  I brought the heat exchanger to Samalot Marine, which is the local service yard in the Haverstraw marina.  They sent it on to Mack Boring and $250 later it was repaired.  I also ordered some new bolts to replace some of the worn/rusted ones as well as any of the gaskets that I had removed.  Now came the difficult part: put it all back together with no leftover parts.

Armed with my new torque wrench and the repaired heat exchanger, I began attempting to reinstall it on the engine.  In my haste I failed to carefully read the directions on my torque wrench, assuming that it worked like the one I used in the Mack Boring class.  That one would click stop torqueing when you hit the preset torque level.  Mine made a clicking noise, but allowed you to keep torqueing the bolt.  I then proceeded to torque the head off of one bolt and hour-glass another.  At least I now had the opportunity to learn how to remove a bolt without a head!  Unfortunately, I didn’t have quite as positive an outlook the day I torqued the bolt head off.  Other than that, the reinstallation actually went smoothly and I did not end up with any spare parts.

Another main area I wanted to address on the engine was upgrading the alternator.  The world of marine alternators is a little complex.  There are many different types on the market and I spent many a night researching and educating myself on the pros and cons of the various makes and models.  For example, there are some alternators that perform better at lower RPMs, which would be good if someone were using their engine to charge the batteries while at anchor.  I wanted to find an alternator that would have a high output at higher RPMs since we would be using the generator to charge the batteries at anchor and wanted the alternator to primarily charge the batteries when motoring between ports.  I chose a Balmar 100 amp alternator since it was about the largest I could get without having to upgrade the pulley system on the engine due to the strain of a larger alternator.  The installation went smoothly with no over-torqued bolts and no one getting electrocuted in the process.

our old prop loved Patronus so much it didn’t want to come off.

Finally I wanted to address the propeller and began researching the various propellers on the market.  I needed to deal with the fact that the current three blade fixed propeller would have an effect on both our speed when sailing as well as the performance of the rudder since it would be causing turbulence right in front of the top third of the rudder.  After getting thoroughly confused by the conflicting opinions on the sailing forums, I spoke with my friend Dave Armitage’s uncle, Steve Armitage, about the boat and the kind of sailing we were going to be doing.  I was torn between the Gori folding propeller and the Autoprop variable pitch propeller.  After weighing the pros and cons of each I went with the Gori three blade folding propeller.  Aside from the obvious advantage of the minimal drag when sailing, the Gori also has an overdrive feature that we have been using quite a bit to enhance efficiency when motor sailing.  After several days of futility I enlisted Samalot marine to remove the old prop and install the Gori.

Electronics:

The boat’s electronics were functioning, but outdated.  It has a standard Raymarine electronics package with two chart plotters that do double duty as the radar plotter as well.  It also has the Raymarine auto pilot installed along with the standard speed, depth and wind instruments.  I was really interested in upgrading the chart plotter since the one on the boat is decade old technology and can’t interface with the newer AIS (Automatic Identification System) technology.  The newer Raymarine plotters are not interchangeable with the older Raymarine instruments which meant to update the plotter would entail updating almost all of the instruments and more importantly the radar.  With this in mind I set out to install a completely separate AIS transponder, antenna and plotter.

The AIS transponder would allow other boats with AIS receivers to see my boat’s position, speed, course and how close we will come to each other.  Likewise, the transponder also receives this information from any other boat that has a transponder in the area so I can monitor them as well.  It’s required for all large commercial vessels so when I hear that engine running in the fog I can check my AIS system to see who it is and where they are going.  The installation was a bit tricky since AIS requires a VHF antenna to send its signals.  Instead of splitting my masthead antenna, I installed a specially tuned VHF antenna on the first spreader for the AIS to utilize.  The height of the first spreader should give me at least a 10 mile radius of transmission which should be plenty as sailboats don’t move that fast.  After finally getting the antenna installed and the wire snaked down the mast, I set about installing the plotter at the starboard helm.  Fortunately this was much easier as it did not require me to sit in a chair 25 feet above the deck for hours on end like the antenna installation.  The AIS system also came with its own GPS antenna so I now have redundant GPS antennas as well as a redundant VHF antenna.  All of this is wired into the transponder which sits in my navigation station.

iNavigating

In addition to the electronics mounted in the boat, I also use some of the newer technology on the market.  For real-time navigation, I am using iNavX which is an app for the iPhone and iPad.  It is a fantastic app and I find myself using it more than the chart plotter on the boat.  A bonus is that I can use my iPhone as a chart plotter when we are out in the dinghy.  For plotting purposes and as a backup chart plotter, I am using my laptop with the OpenCPN.org software.  This is an open sourced program that has been working very well for me for planning purposes.  I also run a feed from the transponder to my laptop to get both AIS and GPS data on the OpenCPN.org software.

working on the sails at the Quantum Sail Loft

Sails and Rigging:

Overall, the rigging (general term for the mast and the lines that control the sails) on the boat was in good shape.  My concerns were twofold.  First, we needed to be covered in the event we were caught in really bad weather.  With a few legs of our trip being well offshore, we need to be prepared for really heavy weather.  Second, as a racer at heart, I needed sails that I could tune and get some reasonable speed out of so that I can pass all of the other cruisers around me.  With this in mind, I focused on replacing/creating three sails: the mainsail (the sail behind the mast that is attached to the boom), a heavy weather storm jib, and a spinnaker.  So I called up my friend Dave Armitage, who is the head sail designer for Quantum Sails.

The mainsail was very lightweight as we found out during our delivery from Essex.  In the 30+ knot winds, it was blown way out of shape and was not very usable.  So I wanted to beef up the mainsail while also getting something that would have some kind of reasonable shape to it.  Sails work in a similar way to an airplane wing.  There needs to be a nice aerodynamic curve to a sail.  This curve is a function of the shape built into the sail by the sailmaker, the fabrics being used to make the sail, and the forces exerted by the various lines controlling the sail.  Dave understood what we were trying to accomplish and created a lightweight furling mainsail that was much stronger than our old one due to the advanced materials that Quantum uses in their sails.  He put the order in for the sail in March as this was a must-have before we left on the trip.

Dave analyzes the sails

The heavy weather jib was a big project.  On a boat like ours, there needs to be a mechanism to hoist a storm jib.  Our main headsail is a genoa, which is a jib where the clew (back corner) of the sail is behind the mast.  The genoa is loaded on a roller furling system which means that it is always hoisted and when not in use it is rolled up vertically.  This also means that there is no place on the forestay (wire running from the mast to the bow of the boat) to hoist a storm jib without removing the genoa.  Typically, by the time you need the storm jib, it is way too rough to go up to the bow and remove the genoa.  Many boats install a removable inner forestay, but this presented a problem for us since we would then need to store the storm jib somewhere on the boat and we knew we would be tight on space.  So I worked with Samalot Marine to install an inner roller furling unit to house the heavy weather jib.  I had the chainplate fitting (part where the inner forestay would attach to the deck) fabricated at a local metalworking shop.  Dave Armitage and I then proceeded to give the installation a try ourselves.  This meant cutting a large “+” sign in the deck so that the fitting could go through and we could attach it to the forward bulkhead in the boat.  Once I made the first few holes in the deck my anxiety subsided and we were on our way.  We got the fitting through and set up the bolts below.  With that finished, Samalot Marine could proceed with installing the Furlex roller furling unit and inner forestay.   Dave is working on cutting down one of the boat’s original jibs to fit our new inner forestay and we will try it out when we are back in Newport in August.

Finally we get to the fun sail!  The spinnaker is the big downwind headsail that is often multicolored.  Today’s spinnakers are asymmetrical, meaning that they have a front and back, whereas traditional spinnakers were symmetrical and either side could be considered the front.  Ours is being designed to fly from the bow of the boat.  It will have a “sock”, which is a tube that fits around the spinnaker so it is easy to hoist up and take down.  When you pull down on the sock, it gathers the spinnaker into a smaller cloth tube that is easy to handle in the wind.  We picked out the color scheme for the sail a few weeks ago and it is being produced as I write this for delivery in August.

We also added a forespar telescoping whisker pole.  That is certainly a mouthful to say, but it is a pole that attaches to the mast and holds the clew of the genoa out so that we can sail downwind easier.  We used this pole when we were sailing “wing on wing” on our run from Gloucester to Portsmouth.

Electrical Systems:

batteries

This is by far the most complex of all the systems on the boat.  The primary power for all things electric on the boat is the batteries.  We have two sets of batteries, a house bank of 3 batteries and a single battery for starting the engine.  The batteries that were on the boat when we bought it were shot, so I got to immerse myself in the different types of batteries on the market.  I utilized a combination of books, forums and online research to decide on our new batteries, which are AGM (Absorbed Glass Mat).  These are premium batteries that cost about twice as much as comparable lead acid batteries (similar to the one in a car).  The AGMs had a few advantages that I found attractive.  First, they are maintenance-free.  Regular lead acid batteries need to be topped off with distilled water on a regular basis.  AGMs  are sealed so they do not need to be topped off.  Second, AGMs do not normally produce any gas, whereas lead acid batteries can produce hydrogen gas during charging.  Our batteries are in the engine compartment (right between the two aft cabins where the kids sleep), so the safer the better.  Finally, AGMs can absorb charges quicker, which means less time running the generator or engine.

In addition to the batteries, I also focused on reducing the electricity used during normal operations.  I changed out all of the interior halogen lights for comparable LED lights.  We had 16 overhead lights, which required new bulbs and 8 reading lights, where I replaced the entire fixture.  This represents a power savings of up to 80% and the LEDs also produce far less heat, which will be important as we make our way south.  I also added a LED combination tricolor and anchor light to the top of the mast.  The tricolor light is used at night when we are sailing.  It has directional lights that shine red to port, green to starboard and white behind us so other boats know what part of our boat they are seeing.  The anchor light must be used at night whenever we are anchored, so it was important that we reduce the amps used by that light since it will be on all night.  I also had Samalot install some LED decklights on each spreader, which are activated by a remote control.  We figured in addition to helping us find our boat at night in a crowded harbor, the remote control lights can be used as an anti-theft deterrent if we were to hear someone on the deck while we were down below sleeping.

On a lighter note, the stereo was in need of upgrading as it was circa turn of the century technology with a ten CD changer that didn’t work.  I went to Best Buy and bought a typical middle of the road car stereo.  I thought about getting a “marine” stereo, but since it is down below it shouldn’t get wet and for the extra money the “marine” version costs I can just buy another car stereo in a few years if this one dies.  I also added Sirius Satellite radio.  The antenna works through the deck which avoids the hassle of drilling through a perfectly good deck!

Plumbing:

As a condition of buying the boat, I promised Erica that I would replace all of the pitted plumbing fixtures on the boat.  This sounded simple enough, but since Beneteau is based in France I found that most of the fittings didn’t fit the new fixtures I bought.  Of course they almost fit due to the slight differences between metric and English fittings so I installed everything over the winter and when the boat was finally put in the water in the spring, I found out that all of the fixtures leaked.  After messing around with some conversion fittings and getting nowhere, I finally decided to cut the pipes and install new English fittings into the metric pipes.  The plastic pipes were much more forgiving than the metal fittings and the new fixtures are leak-free.  I also installed a new Seagull water filter and separate faucet for filtered drinking water.  The water tanks have appeared to be pretty clean so far, but as we head south the water quality will surely diminish and the Seagull filter was highly recommended on many websites and forums.

In other areas of plumbing, the head (toilet) in the kids bathroom was not functioning correctly.  Apparently you can take these apart to rebuild the pumps, but West Marine was having a sale so I went ahead and for a little over $100 bought a new head.  The installation went pretty well, especially considering the difficulties with the faucets.  The only major issue I noticed was that the hole in the wall where the waste line runs from the head to the holding tank (where all the sewage goes when we are near shore) wasn’t lined up properly.  This was causing the relatively weak plastic toilet fitting to bend and created a small leak.  Since leaking sewage on a boat is not desirable, I used my Dremel tool to elongate the hole so the waste line did not stress the toilet fitting.  Otherwise the toilet has been performing admirably.  I also added two small blocks under the toilet seat so that in rough weather the seat will not slide off of the toilet when someone is trying to use it.

Woodwork:

Of course, one of our biggest concerns was how we were going to fit everything on the boat.  Even with Erica’s super organization skills, we needed to make a few modifications for storage.  One was to build a small storage shelf in one of the aft storage areas to hold the SCUBA diving tanks.  I did not want tanks of compressed air moving around at all so I had to find a safe place to tie them down.  With Erica’s dad’s help, we built a shelf with a plywood base and 2” foam pieces to fit the contour of the hull.  This sat next to a vertical plywood divider.  I was able to find a dive tank holder on Ebay that screwed into the plywood.  It has two thick rubber straps to hold them in place.

The second big project was adding a shelf in the cabin to house some books and the printer/scanner.  The difficulty with this was that the hull creates some interesting curves which have to be replicated on the vertical and horizontal shelf pieces.  I used cardboard to make a template and cut the wood at the house and then fit it into place at the boat using a variety of tools.  Erica’s dad again helped by staining it right before we left.

 

 

Finally I also added a few custom shelves in existing spaces to fully utilize the space based on the items we were storing.  This included a custom shelf in the cavity created by the CD changer that I removed from the nav station area.  Perhaps my favorite use of space was the area under the stair in front of the engine.  Three of the batteries occupy the lower part of this space, but there is a plywood cover for the top of the batteries.  I attached some battery tie down straps to the plywood cover and now can store my large toolbox in that space.  It gets a bit warm, but the tools don’t seem to mind!

When we purchased the boat, one of the bigger issues was that the floorboard next to the mast was badly damaged by water leaking through the deck from the mast.  I ordered a new plywood sheet from the same manufacturer that provides the floors to Beneteau.  The color is off a little, but the new sheet has the same basic teak and holly layout so I brought the floor board home and in my basement shop cut the bad section of the old floorboard out and created a new piece to replace it.

 

 

 

Bryson helps load three wagons of new chain into the anchor locker.

Ground Tackle aka Anchor

The boat came with two perfectly good anchors, although don’t ask another sailor their opinion on anchors unless you want to start a major debate.  On the cruising forums, the anchor debates are the most contested of any topic out there with the exception of guns.  We have a 55 pound delta plow style anchor and a Fortress Danforth type anchor as a backup.  The Delta is the primary anchor for the boat and I wanted to have an all chain rode since we would be anchoring in a variety of conditions from the rocks of Maine to the coral of the Caribbean.  The Fortress did not have any chain and the Delta only had about 50 feet.  So I moved the 50 feet of chain over to the Fortress and combined that with the 250 foot line that was already on it and I bought 250 feet of additional 3/8 inch BBB chain for the Delta anchor.  I purchased it through the West Marine in Haverstraw, where they loaded it into the back of my car using a fork lift since it weighed over 400 lbs.  Now the trick was how to get the chain down the dock to the boat and into the anchor well.  Bryson and I loaded the chain into two dock carts, with chain dragging in between them and proceeded to slowly make our way down to the docks.  The hardest part would be getting from the land to the floating docks, but we timed the high tide so the dock ramp would be almost level and were able to get down pretty easily.  We then flipped the boat around in the slip so the bow was facing in and parked the carts under the bow so we could use the electric windlass to load the chain into the boat.  I will also add another 50 feet of line to the end of the chain giving me 300 feet of rode on the both the Delta and the Fortress.

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can you see the forest for the trees?

Isle Au Haut, Maine (pronounced “I’ll a hoe”)August 14-15, 2012

Don’t worry.  I’m not going to complain about bugs.  Again.  On August 14th, we took our leave of Mt. Desert Island and sadly turned Patronus southward.  We could have happily spent at least another month in Maine, exploring the northern sections of the coast and maybe even reaching Nova Scotia.  Chris was very disappointed that we didn’t make it to Rogue Island, which is known as the place where the “real” sailors go.  We made a list of the places we missed on the way up north and headed for Isle au Haut.

Porter and I are towed behind the boat for fun.

Far off the coast, much of this island is actually part of Acadia National Park.  It is protected from boaters and visitors of any kind by approximately 6 trillion lobster buoys.  To keep things really interesting, many of the buoys are connected by a rope to a sister buoy.  That rope lies about a foot under the water between the buoys, which might be as much as 15 feet apart.  Your guess is as good as mine which ones are connected and which ones are not because you can’t tell until you are right next to them and can see the line between them.  As a reminder, Patronus’ keel draws 5’7” (how far the bottom of the keel is from the waterline).  I’m not sure how we made it through, but it probably has something to do with years of playing Minesweeper in the 1990’s.The risks were worth it, because we pulled into Duck Harbor as the few boats there were preparing to leave for the night.  We ended up anchoring with one other boat in this tiny little protected harbor.  There was a cliff on one side, with one little house.  On the other shore was a dock for the ferry and dinghies and a little beach with a tide pool.

Acadia Hiking on Isle Au Haut

We went ashore and found the Western Head Trail, which is part of Acadia (notice I am covered head to toe in the picture, despite the heat, to protect myself from the bugs.  I’m a fast learner.)

 

 

 

heading up the trail

Here is what the guidebook said: “This is the least visited part of Acadia and one of the most beautiful.  A short hike leads to the top of Duck Harbor Mountain, where there are great views.  A much longer walk will take you around Western Head, passing cobble beaches one after the other, each more beautiful than the next.”  Here’s the part I ignored: “The trails are likely to be rough and wet, and perhaps longer than you might expect, but they are well worth the effort.”

{yawn}

Two and a half hours later, we stumbled out of the woods, bedraggled, tired, bitten right through our clothes (well, just me), and thirsty.  Once again, I ran to the dock, stripped down to my bathing suit, and jumped in the water to cool off and sooth my bug bites.

 

{oh look. more beauty…}

All I could think about was changing our website address to www.ConwayHikers.NOT.  I thought it was funny.  Okay.  It was definitely beautiful.  But at one point, I went to raise my camera to take a picture of a stunning scene, complete with the requisite rocks, majestic shoreline, soaring birds, vast ocean, and azure sky, and thought, “Oh, why bother?  It’s like the 50th gorgeous view we’ve had in the last 2 hours.”  I cracked myself up with that one.  Only after almost a month in Maine could views like this start to seem hum-drum!

we found a perfectly good lobster buoy on the beach! Wonder how it got there?…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The water here, due to the extreme tides, was FREEZING!  We only lasted about 15 minutes and then had to get out and bundle up in sweaters and socks.  We had Porter Chicken, which is breaded chicken cutlets (Porter’s favorite.  Thus the name.)  The kids had been asking to do sleepovers with us, so Reese and I slept in one cabin and all the boys jammed into one of the aft cabins.  It was fun to snuggle with them and fall right asleep listening to their little kid breathing and then wake up looking at their angelic faces in the morning (after getting kicked in the ribs since they end up sleeping sideways).

we saw this coast guard ship installing new buoys. they are so big!