A lot has happened in the growth of the boat in the last month, but so much of it is still in bits-and-pieces, and it’s all so far away across the country, that it is quite difficult for us to appreciate the Big Picture.
The biggest accomplishment is the arrival and installation of the engine, a Cummins 480 HP QSB 6.7. Bruce is very pleased with this and has spent hours carefully inspecting the photographs in minute detail, and calling Kurt at American Tug with great frequency to get answers to his many questions. I keep telling him that if he doesn’t get off the phone the boat will never get finished. Continue reading Trying to See The Big Picture→
The engine, a Cummins 480 HP QSB-6.7, is en-route by truck from Cummins to American Tug at Tomco Marine in the Pacific Northwest. While the project waits for the engine’s arrival, build progress is slow, but there’s still good stuff happening.
Over the last month, interior components have been constructed on the shop floor, the deck (which is still independent from the hull) is being worked on, electrical systems are being assembled, and some components have been installed in the hull. Continue reading The Tug Takes Shape→
Some of you may have heard that we had to make a trip to “The Mother Ship”, aka the birthplace of our Airstream in Jackson Center, OH. We never fully came clean on the reason why, or told the tale of our trip, so hear’s the story.
On arriving home from our last outing with our Bambi to our favorite fall campground in Maine (Recompense Shore Campground at Wolfe’s Neck Farm in South Freeport), we were working on backing into our driveway to deposit the unit in her normal spot alongside our meadow. This is no easy feat, and is without a doubt the most unpleasant part of each of our Airstream camping adventures. It’s mostly my fault, since I like a narrow curvy driveway well-planted with lovely lush vegetation, which is apparently a Very Bad Thing when you are trying to back an Airstream and tow vehicle into a small spot. Fast forward to the point where nothing was lining up properly, wits are frayed, and the “just get it over with” mentality kicks in. That’s when you haul the unit forward without paying enough attention, and try to take down a substantial tree limb in the process.
The photo above does not show the full extent of the damage, but it does demonstrate substantial panel damage that requires complete replacement, and this is not for the faint of heart. Bruce does most everything in the way of repairs to our toys; but not this. Continue reading The Mother Ship→
We spent a wonderful week at our favorite fall camping destination last week. A great trip (except for the ending, but I’ll save that for later).
Wolfe’s Neck Farm is a stunning piece of property in South Freeport, Maine, right on the shores of Casco Bay. It is a non-profit farm specializing in organic dairy, as well as education programs, hiking trails, an extraordinary community organic garden, and the campsites known as Recompence Shores Campground. While we imagine it might be a bit too popular in July and August, we visit in late October and November, and it is heaven. There have been days when we are the only people staying there, which is very special. Continue reading Wolfe’s Neck Farm: Bambi Heaven→
Our new boat is progressing. It’s frustrating for us, as she is taking shape in the Pacific North West while we are firmly planted here on the East Coast. We feel so removed, so irrelevant. The crew at Tomco/American Tug are doing their best to keep us “on the team” but it’s still hard.
Which is why we hunger for every word we can get from the west coast, and especially every picture that hits our inbox. This week it was a big moment that came our way. The hull popped out of the mold. We don’t know precisely when this happened, but the photos arrived on Tuesday, October 18, so we assume it happened then or the Monday the 17th.. Continue reading We Have A (Complete) Hull!→
‘wēmˌtərk’, noun, the combined action of a group of people a husband and wife, especially when effective and efficient there’s minimal squabbling. Similar to ‘team-work’ in theory, but very very different in practice.
Bruce and I had a weam-turk morning today on the Airstream. The challenge: replace the opaque glass in the door with clear glass. I have been annoyed by the opacity ever since we bought the trailer. We camp in all these beautiful places, and you can’t see out? What was Airstream thinking? After I complained about it to Bruce for about three years once or twice, he decided to take action. Continue reading Weam-turk→
It’s been a difficult week for me. I struggle between: I’m so lucky and I can’t believe it’s over.
I’ve been “a sailor” since I was born. At some point when I was a toddler my mother accidentally dropped me into Narraganset Bay as my parents tried to hand me over from one moving boat to another moving boat. I have no idea why they were doing this, but I ended up in the drink, and like a good Mom, my mother jumped in after me and saved the day (I was, of course, wearing a lifejacket).
Silly story, but it underscores the point that I’ve been sailing for my entire life. It’s part of who I am.
But now I’m not. I was, just last week, but not any more. It’s weird. It’s unsettling. I’m trying to adjust to the new normal. Yesterday was an especially difficult day as a delivery crew got aboard our Sabre 386 Esmeralde at our slip at New England Boatworks, and after a startlingly brief orientation, sailed her away to her new temporary home in Yarmouth, Maine. Bruce and I went to Fort Weatherill State Park, a few steps from our home, and watched her sail out of Narragansett Bay with someone else at her helm for the very first time. It was a painful moment. Continue reading A Pivotal Moment→
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