Showing posts with label nice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nice. Show all posts
Monday, 20 March 2017
A nice visit by the classic schooner South Passage and an awful job done
September 1, 2015
It’s been a quiet time on Our Dreamtimeover the last few days as we waited to get our leaking transmission out and away for repair. After doing our research we opted not to attempt the job ourselves. The transmission is located in an extremely awkward position under the deck and removing it involves disconnecting the drive shaft, unbolting the engine and moving it forward, unbolting the trans from the engine and then trying to wrangle about 65 kilos of cast iron gearbox over the top of the motor, out of the engine room, up into the cockpit then off the boat and away.
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| The classic gaff rigged schooner South Passage was an impressive sight heading down river |
Skills needed include extreme flexibility of limb, great strength and a methodical approach executed with calm and patience. In other words it was probably more than our otherwise rock solid 30 year marriage was likely to survive. The other risk was that if we tried to do it ourselves, there was every chance Rob would be arrested for excessive swearing and cursing long before the task was completed. As a result we arranged for Gary from Marine Torque here in the marina to perform the extraction at his earliest availability which was September 1.
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| Karen hard at work doing not much. Great book by the way. |
In the meantime, books were read, blogs written and odd jobs completed around the boat. We also had a pleasant visit on the dock beside us by the training vessel South Passage making an overnight stop to exchange one crew of high school students for the next bunch of adventure seekers. South Passage is a 30 metre gaff rigged schooner that has provided an old school sailing experience to over 40,000 teenagers during her career. The only winch on board is the windlass.
On voyages, the students run the ship under the guidance of watch leaders and qualified crew. They are organised in three watches named Red, White and Blue usually with between 6 and 8 students in a watch. They will be rostered for periods of two to four hours and will be in charge of the ship. Each watch works as a team. They bunk together, eat together and run the ship together when they are on duty. Of course, there are times when it is all hands on deck with all watches involved.
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| South Passage provided a very picturesque foreground for our sundowner pics. |
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| You put the kids on an old school boat but their technology comes with them |
We really enjoyed chatting with her crew about the boat and their experiences with the kids. It was also great to witness the excitement of the twenty or so young guys and girls coming aboard for their four day passage via Fraser and Moreton Island down to Brisbane. It was a pleasure handling their lines and seeing them on their way the following morning. She provided an impressive sight making her way down river towards the sea.
Then it was onto the lovely job of removing the transmission from the boat. With Rob hovering as a trades assistant, Gary got to work unbolting engine mounts and other ancillary items to create an escape route for the trans. It was clearly quite a while since it had last been separated from the engine and fought back all the way but with the judicious use of a power impact wrench Gary had the upper hand in the slow and painstaking battle. With the engine slid forward to create room, the last of the bolts were ready to remove after three hours work.
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| We normally consider Our Dreamtime's engine room as spacious but it was far from it when we had to remove the trans. |
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| Hidden away under the deck it's not an easy thing to get at |
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| That's it down there and it has to fit out between the bulkhead and back of the engine. Just a bit tight. |
Now the fun began. Supporting the 65kg weight of the transmission, while turning it sideways in a space ill suited to the task was interesting enough, but getting it up and over the engine was the real challenge. After much wriggling, twisting, heaving, huffing and grunting in a number of unsuccessful attempts, Gary’s incredible calm was fractured for a moment as he suggested that “Those #@^&*s who build these boats should have to come and pull these *^%#&@ing things out themselves to see how hard it is. *^%#&@ing bastards.”
Fortunately his stoicism quickly returned and we found we could get the engine an inch or so further forward which made all the difference. A few minutes later the heavy lump was out of the engine room and resting on a thick rag on the salon floor. We were then presented with the next challenge. On a Whitby, it’s over 1.6 metres or almost 5 ½ feet from the deck straight up and out into the cockpit. When you’re talking about 65kg (140lb) that’s a serious lift.
We stood staring at the task ahead in silence for a moment before Rob came up with a solution. We were able to hang a block off the boom, secure a line down onto the transmission which we ran back to the sheet winch. It was then just a matter of Gary guiding it up and through the companion way while Rob winched it up. The last challenge was passing it off the boat to the dock without dropping the damned thing in the water.
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| It's a serious lift up and out to the cockpit |
We stood staring at the task ahead in silence for a moment before Rob came up with a solution. We were able to hang a block off the boom, secure a line down onto the transmission which we ran back to the sheet winch. It was then just a matter of Gary guiding it up and through the companion way while Rob winched it up. The last challenge was passing it off the boat to the dock without dropping the damned thing in the water.
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| Out of the boat and ready to go away for reconditioning. |
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| The offending front seal that leaked away all our trans fluid. |
The good news is there was no splash and the transmission is now on its way to Brisbane for complete overhaul. It should return in a week to ten days for re-installation then we can resume our odyssey north to the Great Barrier Reef.
In the meantime we’ll just have to kick back and enjoy ourselves here. Sundowners anyone?
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| Good night from the Port of Bundaberg Marina! |
If you have only recently discovered our blog and would like to read how it all started, or work through our previous adventures, click the link to go back to our first blog entry. Stuff it. Let's just go sailing anyway. We hope you enjoy reading the previous posts to catch up on our story.
Monday, 2 January 2017
Nice Day for It
The screen door slams shut just as I get about five feet out from shore. It is the man that lives in the house near the put-in. We've talked before, he's a nice guy.
"Nice day for it," he says.
"Perfect!" I respond with a thumbs up for emphasis.
I turn upriver, split the tip of my paddle on the first rocks, that I know all too well, and paddle off into the steady spring rain. I suppose that the man is the only person I will see on this trip, and if I should run into another, it will be someone of such a like mind that we will be able to finish each others sentences.
The tide is on its way out, which is of little consequence here except that I have to avoid some large shallows, the wind is light, the rain is moderate and steady. I will be sponging the bottom every twenty minutes or so with this rain. The camera will not be ready, stuffed in my life vest like normal, but instead sealed in its waterproof box....not a day for a lot of photographs.
As I edge along the bedrock hillside that borders the cove, a large immature bald eagle flushes from a tree. It was on a ten foot long snaky branch, some 2 inches or more thick, and the branch bounces like a diving board for several seconds. It gives the illusion of a much heavier eagle than is possible. Just a short ways on, a second immature eagle takes wing from the trees.
I go to the usual farthest reaches of the cove and start my way out by circling Coultes Hole, a large round area that looks far more interesting on satellite photographs than it does up close. It is, for one thing, not a hole, but rather a shallow area where no cattails of grown for no reason that I can derive.
I spot a few more osprey as I continue. It seems that all of the nests are occupied.
I cut out across the shallow bay upstream of Goose Island and descend in the main river, rounding the sandy island near the put-in just to add a mile to the trip...two more osprey and a mature bald eagle on that island, and it rains steady once more.
Where: Lords Cove from Pilgrim Landing
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