Great Refit 2023: How Much Did This Cost? Oof.

If you are averse to reading about large sums spent on boats, better skip this post.

If you’re feeling brave, here’s an update to the blog to report that we have touchdown. The mast has finally stopped costing us money sitting in the yard and is back aboard Galapagos. The re-stepping of the mast went off without any troubles at all and we now have a shiny new  standing rig, enchanting new chainplates, and our mast has received about the right amount of attention to see us through another voyage. When we leave the dock this time, we will be resting easy that we have the safest rig money can buy. Well, at least, we’ve done everything we can do to make it so.

In the past, we have been hesitant to talk about how much boat projects cost because everyone’s boat is different. Also our boat is big and some of the numbers are really scary. This was a big project, however, and this blog serves as our historical record of important things like buying a new rig. I may go blind typing all these dollar signs, but it’s not like we didn’t have an idea of how much this would cost. Our lives, however, are worth way more than we have spent on this boat. And after losing our backstay on the wild Pacific, and reading recent reports of a Westsail 42 being dismasted between Mexico and the South Pacific (thank goodness for our keel-stepped mast), well, let’s just say we’d rather pay with money than risk that. We consider these to be cautionary tales. I mean, what else would we spend our hard earned cash on? Just. Keep. Working. A. Bit. Longer.

$20,000, give or take a quarter. That’s how much this re-rig cost us.

Good luck coins under the mast. We have a Greek Drachma from under the mizzen mast from when the boat was originally built in Greece. We have the Loony from Canada that Derek Denny, a previous owner who really loved this boat, put under the main mast, and we’ve added a Washington State quarter for our part. May we never see these coins again.

What does that number include? Yard/crane fees for removing, storing, and replacing the mast. Time and materials for the standing rigging ($3800) and rigger,  8 new chainplates and backing plates from Garhauer for the main mast (3100$ by themselves). New sheaves at the top of the mast.  It includes time and materials for the fiberglass work to ready the boat for the new backing and chainplates, and then to install the chainplates ($7,735).  It also includes the cost ($1400) of two new hatches for the main salon, and their installation (about $1100) because we have whole new fiberglass surfaces for them to rest on. So much grinding and dust.

It was worth every penny. In fact, I am feeling a little chuffed about having guessed that this is how much it would cost to have it done right. (Read: super stoked that it wasn’t actually more than 20K)  But we’re ahead of the game because I did not include in my calculations the buying and installing of two new hatches for the salon. So it’s almost like those were free!

Here she comes! I got to play the roll of ‘person who guides the mast into place’. I was so honored.

A word about Lewmar hatches: they sure are pretty. But our main hatch in the salon, the brand new one, leaks. It leaks at the hinge and yes, we have taken that apart and checked to be sure the seal is set correctly. It is. And the damn thing still leaks. I mean, the hatch leaked before! And that is why we spent the money on a new one. So now that we have a new one, I feel like it should not leak. Am I wrong? We have made a warranty claim but, naturally, to replace the lid of the hatch is to order something that is ‘out of stock’ and is back ordered. I am not happy. Mike is not happy. I want them to send me an entire new hatch and I’ll just take the lid off myself and replace the one that leaks into my salon!

In addition to the cost of the new rig, our extensive refit includes the following new necessities:

Radar 1500$
Anemometer with displays and depth sounder $1348
Radio antenna $180,
AIS transceiver $600
New cable for the radio antenna $100
Antenna splitter for the AIS and VHF $200
New headsail furler $2934
New deck and steaming lights $250
New expensive bulbs for the navigation light $100
Rebuilt hydraulic steering $4749, and we got gouged. Honestly I think the guy charged us for thinking about our steering while showering. It’s the only time in 20 years of boat ownership we feel like we were taken for a ride. I guess we’ve been lucky.)
Folding steering wheel $1000, but it was my birthday. Do I still have to count it?
new dinghy $2000 and used two stroke engine $1100.

We are grateful to a friend who let us order things using her pro account at the local boat supply shop. That saved us a ton of money, if you can believe it. These are the costs AFTER her discount.

Sitting pretty with her wires all labeled, in case you wondered. As I write this, all those wires are connected up and working great. Go, Michael!

But wait! There’s more! In addition, we bought a used aluminum radar pole with an engine lift for 250$ at the marine surplus store in Poulsbo. Our new outboard is too heavy for us to safely handle without using the laws of physics in our favor. This unit will solve that problem. We’ll have that installed by our fiberglass guy sometime in April. He’s probably tired of seeing us at this point and we for sure are tired of paying him, even though he’s worth it. I think this will be his last gig on our boat for awhile, or maybe forever.   I dropped the headsail and the spinnaker off at Ballard Sails this week to be looked at and repaired as needed. We decided to spring for a new 600$ ATN spinnaker sock to make our lives easier because the one we have causes what we generally refer to as a shit show on the foredeck when we try to raise the sail. “What? It’s STILL TANGLED ON THAT DAMN LINE? LOWER THE SAIL AGAIN, YOU SAY?? *&#^$&@*!!!” Hopefully those days are over because we fly that sail a lot.  And then it will be about $2000 to have the Viking life raft repacked and have a new soft-sided valise for that. But with the recent sinking of S/V Raindancer, we won’t go without one.  Is that all? Surely I’ve forgotten something.

Oh, yes. I did forget something. We’ll have all new running rigging as well, and we need to buy at least one, possibly two blocks for the mainsheet. We are problem solving that right now.

All in, that’s close to another 20k in kit, more or less because who’s counting at this point? We haven’t even bought anything fun yet. If anyone thinks they can do this on the cheap with a boat our size, and still be safe, good luck. I wish them all the best. This is our last hurrah before we slide into old age and get back to gardening. We’re going to do it right.

Finally, many readers (if they are still alert after the shock of all those numbers) will recall that Galapagos is a ketch. So what about the mizzen mast? In recent posts I have made reference to changes we are making that will make this boat easier for us to handle with only the two of us as we get older. (Because time sure is passing fast.) One of those changes is removing the mizzen mast. Having owned and sailed this boat for 10 years and thousands of miles, we have decided we do not use the mizzen sail the way we thought we would. We literally took years to come to this conclusion, so it wasn’t easy.  Yes, we know other people love a ketch rig, and that’s fine. We understand what we are giving up.

But at the end of the day, we would rather have the open real estate on the aft deck than to carry that other mast and all the accompanying wire, etc. Not having that mast on the boat really makes a difference in being able to move freely on the aft deck, an area of the boat we use so much (hello: fishing!). and the boat sails very well without it. In fact, during our three ocean passages, two of them of 3 weeks or more duration, we flew that sail less than a handful of times.  So for now, it’s stored at our house. We are not yet sure if we will get rid of it altogether because some day we might sell the boat and a new owner might want it. It’s deck stepped, so pretty easy to put back on.  But I bet they don’t. (For those who are mast-curious, no, we will absolutely not be moving the primary mast in this change to the rig. Absolutely not.) We may eventually opt for a longer boom, but not before we are ready to replace the mainsail. And it has a lot of years left. We’ll go with what we have for now and just enjoy the roominess of that aft deck. .

Our focus now is putting Galapagos back together. The boom is on and she is starting to look like a sailboat again! Mike is working on getting the woodwork back together in the salon, a project that I just could not wrap my brain around. We were thinking of having some cabinets made for the salon, but reviewing those numbers above made us rethink that. Woodworking 101 it is! Just put everything back the best we can and get some nice trim to cover the mistakes. Maybe later we can do cabinets, but we’ve gone a long way without them already so…

I removed every single thing from every single cabinet and cubby in the salon and we’ve got rid of a ton of stuff we thought we would need but never did. We are reorganizing from top to bottom and it’s refreshing to see all the dead weight leaving the boat. Makes me feel like we might actually go somewhere sometime, somehow.

That’s a lot of epoxy supplies and fiberglass resin and supplies. And now they have their very own cabinet to call home. And we can find what we need quickly. Yay, me.

So when do we leave Olympia? Honestly, we thought we would already be gone. We are not nearly ready to go by any stretch of the imagination, so our plans to sail to Alaska this season have been put off, yet again. That’s a hard loss because we truly thought we could pull that off and there are a few people there we would like to see.  At this point, we are aiming for June and doing a shake down in the Salish Sea again, possibly a circumnavigation of Vancouver Island, another thing we still have not done. We feel like we need to cut our cruising teeth again, having been land locked for so long. But as always, we understand that plans are never written in anything but sand. If we get the boat to Mexico again this year, we’ll be satisfied. Actually, if we just get off the dock at all and go literally anywhere, we’ll be satisfied.

Also congratulations to Michael who recently passed his license to talk over an SSB radio! That’s right. I forgot about that, too. SSB, coming to the boat before we leave for the South Pacific. We don’t need to worry about that right now because the South Pacific isn’t until next spring at the earliest.  Also Starlink. Because I will need to keep working for awhile and that’s going to make it easy for me. Someone has to pay for the SSB radio.

S/V Galapagos, standing by on channel 68 because who has a working VHF radio again? We do!

 

Great Refit 2023: Filthy with a Smack of Shine

Last week we left our slip again and sidled up to the work dock at Swantown Boat Works. We had an appointment with destiny. That is, Hans and Heather of Osprey Boatworks were going to meet us there and get started with installing the new backing plates and chainplates destined to give us a feeling of safety and peace at sea.  We had been warned that this project would create a lot of nasty fiberglass dust in the boat.  My attitude, while not exactly glib, was of the ‘not to worry, I know how to clean’ variety. “We’ll be doing a lot of grinding and sanding and this fiberglass dust is going to get everywhere”, said Hans. One day, I will learn to take people at their word.

Mid project, I say hello briefly before running up into the cockpit to escape the poisonous fumes. There is no breathing below without a respirator. In case you are curious, that sign is translated to say “Bidden or unbidden, God is present”, This is written on Carl Jung’s grave and this plaque has been hanging in my office since I graduated from my master’s program in 1989. Michael got it for me because my “major” was Jungian studies. I love it and will always have it hanging in my home, wherever that will be.

OK, well we figured we would close up the forward cabin, midship cabin, and aft head, draping the closed doors with heavy plastic and sealing the cracks around the doors with blue tape. Hans looked at me in a way I interpreted as kindly but which, actually, was a look most people save for the dying. It’s a look of compassion and knowing; a look of long life experience that allows people to go through their motions without having to educate them on the futility of their actions. He knew our fate, if not our airspace, was sealed.

The workspace in the salon.

And so it came to pass. After a little over a week at the work dock, a week of grinding, sanding, laying fiberglass, and more sanding, we got a text from Hans. “Your boat is ready for pickup.”, he said. Huzzah! The work was done. We’d take the boat back to the slip, give her a quick wipe down inside, and then Michael could finish preparing the mast step for the final push of this long project: putting the rig back together.

Down at the work dock at slack current, Michael went below to get the chart plotter and make sure the engine was ready to start so we could take the boat back to her slip. “Wait until you see the inside! It looks great and they got everything cleaned up, too!”, he shouted from the cockpit.  Hans and Heather had vacuumed the workspaces and tidied the boat beautifully.  It sounded like our cleaning work was going to be pretty easy and, indeed, the salon and aft cabin looked as they did when we left the boat the week before. We were so impressed! Of course, it was dark when we left the dock. We could not actually SEE very much.  It’s these moments of childlike excitement, where we have not yet been stripped of the innocence of our naivety, that keep us going.

Inside the navigation cabinet. INSIDE A CLOSED CABINET SPACE. We crammed things in there… to protect them. Ahem. Nope.

Alas. The light of day, watery sun shining through gritty ports, told a different story.  While our careful efforts to contain the carnage probably helped a great deal, the amount of dust we found literally on every single surface; every wall, inside every cabinet, between every dish, inside every cup and glass…well let’s just say that we have our work cut out for us. We had been warned. But just as we failed, at the beginning of our first cruise, to imagine the tempest that is the Sea of Cortez on a bad day, so we failed to understand Hans’ careful warning about the nature of this hideous dust. It’s one thing to understand something ‘on paper’, as it were. It’s another thing entirely to experience it. I imagine even the inside of the oven is covered with a fine film of deadly white stuff. I guess I better remember to check.

This boat is filthy; a word which as used here means it probably will never seem clean again no matter how good I am at cleaning. Everything will need to come out of every cabinet and be wiped down. My carefully folded Turkish towels will need laundering again.  I guess it’s a good opportunity to go through things and get rid of stuff we don’t need, maybe reorganize some space. I am grateful we had the foresight to remove all the mattresses and cushions from the boat. Thank goodness we had also had the foresight to cover Hiram, our Beta Marine 60 HP engine, with length of heavy marine vinyl and tape plastic over and around his doors. I took the vacuum to all of his exposed parts anyhow, just to be safe.

We began today, bringing one of the filtered vacuum cleaners from home to begin our work. Armed with this machine, a bucket of Fabuloso cleaner that smells like Mexico, a basket of clean microfiber towels, and warm water, I began in the aft cabin and am working my way forward. I got the aft cabin, aft head, and the shop done today. I got half of the galley done. At least all the dishes have been washed. The good news is the boat smells terrific. Tomorrow I’ll get started on the rest of the galley and the navigation area.

The other good news is the new chainplates look fantastic. They did such a good job and they even sealed the openings in the deck against rain.  Here’s the story in grainy photos so you can see how these things are put together on this boat. The photos are extra poor because I was literally holding my breath while taking them, careful not to breathe in the toxic fumes of curing polyester resin. Man, that stuff is powerfully horrible. And I want to live a little longer. I have fish to visit with.

All laid out and labeled.

Hans and Heather dry fit one of the chainplates before they get started.

Backing plates were mudded in and allowed to set up. This green stuff is extra smelly.

The backing plate on the right is glassed over. The left one is ready to glass over. They leave a stud in the hole at the bottom for reference. Holes will need to be drilled in exactly the right places for the chainplates. This stud allows them to place a chainplate in the right position where the holes will line up with the holes in the backing plates exactly to be drilled.

A new chainplate is finally installed with new bolts. Isn’t it lovely? We’ll be dead before this needs to be done again.  Mike thought he would be responsible for putting the plates in. We were thrilled when we found out that was part of Hans and Heather’s job. We are very happy to pay them for a job well done. We’ll let you know how much this set us back when we find out. But it’s money very well spent.

Tomorrow is another day. More cleaning, Michael finishing up getting the mast step in order. Then we get the mast stepped next Friday. It’s coming together and we truly look forward to getting this boat put back together.

S/V Galapagos, radio unplugged and safely encased in a plastic bag.

 

Great Refit 2023: A Project of Mast Proportions

Here we are, looking at a work dock date of February 20 to get the fiberglass work inside the boat started so we can get the chainplates installed. I feel very much as though we are setting up a series of dominoes and when they begin to fall, they will fall into a nice clean pattern. Things are coming together, but if I know one thing right now it’s this: during such a big project, it’s really nice that we have owned three boats and have countless numbers of boat work projects successfully completed behind us. Otherwise, we would not be sleeping well at night. At all. We also know that there is a solution to almost every problem if we just relax our minds long enough for it to emerge. Failure, as they say, is not an option.

This gives us a certain amount of peace during what is decidedly not a peaceful time for us on any front. Life does not stop happening just because you have a big boat mast in the yard awaiting your attention,  and balancing all the activities and responsibilities, not to mention the considerable emotional labor involved in those responsibilities, feels burdensome; some days more than others. Let’s just say that once we get this trip under out belts, Michael and I look forward to a long stretch of doing nothing but puttering around in a garden and workshop somewhere and perhaps, one day, dying peacefully in our own beds having lived a full and interesting life. We can only hope to be so lucky.

Tomorrow our family is attending a memorial service for our daughter-in-law’s grandmother. She passed away at home with her family all there supporting her journey. It really does not get better than that. She will be greatly missed as she was greatly loved and gave that much love in return.

I do not speak of the end of life in any kind of dark way. We are all going to face death at one point. It’s just that at our age one begins to feel mortality in a way that younger people cannot, and should not have to.

. We are doing our best to plan for that final event by making our children’s lives easier when that time comes because they are the ones who will bear the burdens we have left behind, whatever those might be. So we try to clean up our act in advance and get all of our legal ducks lined up in order to make it easier for them to cope when that time comes. Death is really hard on the living.

Meanwhile, the mast has been getting some attention to detail. Having discovered that our VHF antenna was actually full of water, and that the coaxial cable was not even attached to the antenna, we decided it was time to replace both; an easy decision to make.  The failure of the cable to be attached to the antenna is a mystery we just cannot solve, unless it was due to vibration over time. We don’t even know how our VHF radio was working, but it was. Maybe the water conducted current to the antenna? Who knows? But off came the antenna (a recalcitrant beast that did not want to give up its hold on the mast crane) and out came the old cable.

A victorious Michael. No one can stick with working a problem like this man.

Getting the cable out was easy. Getting new cable run through the mast…not so much.

All wires in the mast are run inside conduit that is riveted to the mast in a couple of places. It looks like at some point a new conduit was run using PVC. I say this because the original conduit is aluminum, like the mast. That’s the one we had to use because it goes all the way to the top. Michael had run two tracer lines when he pulled the original coaxial cable, so we figured these would make pulling the new coaxial cable and the new, much smaller diameter, Garmin GWind wind instrument wire through the mast much easier.  That’s where we were wrong.

 

The conduit on the left is the one we had to use and you can see how crowded it is in there.

Having taped the two wires together and attached them firmly to the tracer line, we tried to pull them through at the same time. They got stuck about halfway in and the line we had used to pull the wires, which had too much stretch, broke under the considerable force of Michael pulling on it. Curses. Pulling the wires out to start over proved to be an issue as they were well and truly stuck. Visions of cutting holes in the mast swam in my head.  But we have learned over our long experience with boats to just keep working the problem until the solution emerges. We figured they were stuck about mid-mast where the  wires that run the spreader lights and deck light emerge from their tiny holes. We poked around those wires, pulling them, pushing them, pulling on the stuck wires, pushing on the stuck wires.  Thank goodness for our wireless Sena headsets. We were able to keep up a running conversation with each other, in spite of the occasional curse word from Michael.

As a rule, I am the one with foul language, having never been allowed to use it as a child. I have made up for lost time. I learned at my grandmother’s knee and while she would let forth with the occasional “well, sheee-att”, which is the way it’s said in Texas, my mother did not approve of my emulating her. Apparently my potty mouth has rubbed off on my husband who now utters the words with impunity after 40 years of marriage. I blame myself although he, also, was linguistically repressed as a child. He grew up in a town run almost completely by the Church of Christ. You may have noticed that while we do go visit, we have never lived there. Anyway,  we have entered the second childhood of our advancing years and don’t have the bandwidth to choose our words more carefully when we are frustrated by things like boat projects and stubborn coaxial cable. I do not apologize.

Drilling out a rivet we think might be hanging things up in there. Michael is sporting the latest in ear fashion: the Sena headset. We do not leave the dock without these.

Anyway, after a couple of hours of what felt like wasted time wiggling wires, Michael gave one more almost Biblical heave on the stuck wires and Huzzah! They came free. High fives and “Good Job Team Galapagos!” for a job well done without damaging anything but our nerves. Happy hour was right around the corner, and well deserved!

Now to try to get those wires run again. On our second try, Michael produced a 100 foot fiberglass fish tape that would be sturdy enough to do the job without breaking. When the the yard work creates feelings of failure and frustration, the boat owners go shopping for new tools. And so it came to pass that he bought this nifty fish tape and also a little borescope camera he could stick inside wee holes in the mast to see what was inside. He’s always wanted one. I am pleased for him. We also walked to the boat and scrounged about 125 feet of small diameter dyneema to run as a tracer line. I mean, as it sits now, that boat is nothing more than a glorified storage unit of bits and bobs that we have not removed to the house. Yet.

That dyneema line will not break! We will, however,  replace that with something less expensive to leave in place in case we ever need it. The second tracer line Michael had run was still in place and we used that to run the fish tape up the mast so we could attach the coaxial cable to it. It went up smooth as silk. Of course it did.

With these new tools the work progressed rapidly and, naturally, by the time the job was finished we knew what we were doing. Fortunately, it’s unlikely we will ever have to run wire up our 60+ foot mast again in our lifetimes. (Knock on wood! I am not throwing down a gauntlet to the gods of boat work. Let’s be clear about that. )  But if we do, we know how to finesse the wire so it doesn’t get caught. And how to run one wire at a time and not get fancy trying to do too much at once. Pro tip: when pulling wire through a mast, slow and steady pressure on the pulling end wins the day. Don’t stop and start. Just do long, slow pulls. By walking backwards in the yard, I was able to pull about 30 feet at a time before having to stop and rewind the fish tape. That worked really well.

Shouts of joy erupted from Team Galapagos when that black electrical tape came through the bottom of the mast, indicating success!

Wire in, we now await some paint colorant that will tone down the blinding white paint we ordered to paint over the primed and ready spots where we got rid of corrosion on the mast. We were actually very pleased at how little corrosion we found, even though there were considerable small areas where the paint was buckling.

We had ordered the Total Boat Wet Edge paint in flat white, and it certainly is. White, that is. I called Jamestown Distributors and talked to their technical folks who told me the only way to fix this was to mix in another color of their paint. Unfortunately I need only maybe a drop or two of black to tone this down and it’s a flat finish. Their smallest can of black comes only in gloss and I didn’t want to buy an entire can to use less than 1/4 teaspoon of paint. I asked if I could not just use universal paint tints and the rep said no. But they had to color their paint somehow, so I did not take her word as gospel.

Sure, we probably will not see it once the mast is back where it belongs. But we will KNOW it’s there.

Very little research time later, I found that Total Boat sells an entire set of Mixol paint colorants that they use to tint their paints. Bingo. That led me to a listing on Amazon for a little bottle of Mixol universal paint colorant in black, just what I needed. So we await that delivery today and when it comes I will use that to tone down that blinding white to the more subtle tones of a white mast that has seen a lot of sunshine. I’m sure it will work just fine.

We ended the day today on a high note as Michael successfully drilled holes in the mast for things like that new wind instrument and I don’t know what else. The new coaxial cable awaits installation of the new Morad VHA/AIS antenna. Michael is so excited he is napping with the instruction booklet.

I leave you with the latest photo of our grand dog, Emmett. He is very serious.

Or maybe this look is because he knows he is about to get neutered.