We Live Here Now

So, how’s it going aboard Galapagos now that we have lived aboard for 9 days? Yes, 9 full days and it seems like so much more. Does time slow down on a boat? Because at the house the weeks fly by so fast we can’t see them with the naked eye. But on board, it feels like a bit of a time warp. Was Christmas just last week? Hmm. Let’s reflect on our first week aboard.

We had a long walk on sunny and bright Christmas Day this year.

The move went off with barely a whimper since we were pretty much physically prepared. We didn’t have much mess for long, things got stowed quickly and we are beginning to form new habits of living. I would say overall it’s been pretty smooth. I’ve only had two crying jags so far. That’s pretty good I think. We’re warm, dry, the water is hot, the beds are comfortable, and thank goodness we already know the boat. All of that goes a long way to making the transition easier. Frankly, I do not know how people just dump everything and move aboard in one fell swoop. I guess that’s just not my style. I sure miss our dog, Skippy. Today we are going home to do laundry and get some Skippy love. Weird.

We’ve gone on long walks, had an overnight trip to Port Townsend to stay in The Old Consulate Inn and pet all the Port Townsend dogs (there are a lot of dogs there), drove to Kingston to see all the fairy lights by the marina, and generally whiled away the time between holidays. Here’s the week, in photos.

Christmas Day window.

Tacoma’s Humpty Dumpty. Yeah, that blue sky was on Christmas Day.

Waiting for dad in Port Townsend.

Kingston lights.

Another cheerful window in Tacoma.

Foss Waterway

 

Comfort and Joy

Lately I remember the playgrounds of my growing up. Every playground back ‘in the day’ had a teeter totter; one of those long boards with a seat on either end, sitting on a fulcrum. It was a lesson in the laws of physics to play on that thing. Heavier kids moved forward on the fulcrum to keep the fun going with smaller kids on the other end. Or they would lean way out, leaving their tiny counterparts suspended in mid-air until they decided to let them down. Slighter children would team up, seeing if they could cooperate in holding their larger, usually older, playmates up in the air. Occasionally a mean kid would jump off the bottom and the smaller kid would come crashing down. Oh, the tears. Oh, what fun.teeter-totter

The solitary game to play was to stand in the center with one foot on either side of the fulcrum and see if you could get the balance just right so the plank stayed straight across. The goal was to make it look effortless. If one side started to go and it happened fast, you’d get this out of control situation where all you could really do was to keep pumping legs up and down, using brute leg muscle force until you could manage to get the thing in balance again.

That’s a little what it’s feeling like lately around the Little Cunning Plan household. We have one foot planted tenuously in the ‘comfort’ of our long-time family home with all of the physical manifestations of the weavings of our history right here at our fingertips. The bay laurel by the kitchen window that I bought as a tiny sprig when Andrew was just a baby. It brings rich flavor to soups and stews. The fig tree I bought for my father when he was ill and moved twice until it got planted in its current spot. It sprawls there, unloading fragrant figs by the bushel in early summer. The sofa we bought when Claire was a baby; still the most comfortable seat in the house, our first lesson in buying something of quality. My mother’s French Provincial, solid maple buffet that I don’t ever want to give up. Our dog, Skippy, who can live the rest of his days in his own place here with Andrew.   And even the new cat, Boots, who has decided to sit on my lap as I write. There is so much ‘belonging’ here. So much of how I know how to be.

Boots. She likes to bite.

Boots. She likes to bite.

Comfort, used here,  is a word of stillness; a word of warmth and security and sameness. It’s a word that implies a lack of stress, a calm certainty of how to negotiate the chosen way of life. It’s comfortable to feel a connection to the past and to believe that this will also inform the future. Unfortunately, it can also feel a bit, well, boring. I suppose on some level there is nothing more ‘comforting’ than doing the same thing every day for the rest of your life until you get the comfort of a nice, deep grave. Um…no.  That thought certainly brings me right down to earth fast. No thanks. Maybe that mean kid who always jumps off the teeter totter has a purpose. If you play with him, you’ll be living on the edge.

Having never had a permanent home as a child, I have cherished my home as an adult and have put down deep roots in this house, if not this town. Frankly, I don’t really know how to leave a place and know that I will return some day, even if it’s to visit. In my experience, when you leave, that’s it. All leaving is completely permanent.  You never see the place or those people who lived there again. They cease to exist. One day you leave, the world shifts and now you live in a new one. The only thing that is permanent is your immediate family, and some of your belongings.

It’s unsettling to face this as a well-matured adult and know that I have absolutely no idea at all how to negotiate this new emotional terrain. It leaves me more than a little breathless and takes all my will to move this forward. A transition that feels like just another step on the plan to most people feels in some moments like stepping off into the cold void to me; like I’m waiting for the mean kid to leap off the teeter totter leaving me hanging momentarily in space before I come crashing down. Not always, but there are moments. To be honest, I can’t wait until this part is over. Enough already. I want to be in the new world we’re creating for ourselves so I can learn a different way and stop being afraid.  The patterns of childhood are a bitch, I tell you. You can argue with them all day long, but until you deliberately face the experience and record over it, they’re going to get you.

One foot tenuously planted in ‘comfort’, the other foot is planted in the ‘joy’ of moving forward with our plans to cruise, with the excitement of the unknown and the spirit of adventure. The freedom of living on a boat that can go anywhere brings with it a certain feeling of joy even though we are still here in Tacoma, at the dock, even though I get afraid of the void. Joy is a word of movement, of exploration and discovery and sheer happiness. Joy is a word of living out loud and with purpose; of creating new and different things that we cannot yet foresee. I feel excited to be moving forward even as I look with occasional longing at Fred, the huge philodendron I’ve had for decades. If I let it, there’s a certain tenor of excitement that thrums just under my skin, waiting to be let loose. I think that is Joy. It just might be.

Fred

Fred

Today is the longest night of the year. We’ve deliberately chosen this date to move aboard because today the sun is returning. It is the ‘birth of the sun’ we celebrate. With that there is new life percolating invisibly under the surface of the soil, just as the joy thrums just under my skin. The roots of plants are preparing for their burst of energy come spring. They will thrust even more deeply into their patch of earth and find their purpose therein.

The solstice represents spiritual re-birth, the rekindling of the divine fire within. It’s a hopeful time of new beginnings as the sun begins its ascent back into the nascent year. So we move aboard with hope and with purpose, feeling the joy that is present, letting go of the fear that holds us in the past, and knowing there is comfort to come. We will not come crashing to the ground, but land softly and deeply on the fertile soil of our stout S/V Galapagos, our new home. I think it will be like flying.

Merry Christmas to all of you, dear readers who have seen us on this journey so far. And a very rich and lustrous solstice to you. May your creative fires burn brightly.

NoFlex VS Happy Campers: The Holding Tank Files Finale

ATTN: It’s kind of disgusting. Just saying.

I am finally getting back to our holding tank experiments, as promised. Alert readers with good memories will recall that we did a little product review on Zaal NoFlex Disgestor. We determined that it was very good at decomposing toilet paper, even in salt water, and we decided we’d be using this stuff all the time in our holding tank. In the comments section, one of our regular readers said that someone on his dock recommended a product called Happy Campers Organic Holding Tank Treatment. His neighbor claimed it worked just as well for less money. Hmmm. I like the idea of ‘less money’. Another reader said he appreciated our science experiment, but he was most interested in what the digestor did to ‘solid waste’. That is science code for ‘poop’.  It’s hard for me to resist these kinds of challenges. So between one thing and another, an additional experiment was born.

That's "Dr. Molecule", if you please.

That’s “Dr. Molecule”, if you please.

I purchased a container of the Happy Campers, got some supplies together, and tootled out to the Olympic Peninsula to the home of my sister, Amy. She is the mother of a 13 year old boy with an enquiring mind and a sense of humor. She also has a big dog. I needed both of those things in order to get this experiment off the ground.

My supplies:

1 container Happy Campers
1 container Zaal NoFlex Digestor
A bunch of brand new, unused plastic containers with lids
1 big container of sea water from the marina
Protective lab things like latex gloves, wigs, and lab coats.
A ready supply of dog poop.
Scientific measuring devices such as a food scale and our eyeballs.

The donor. Gonzo.

The donor. Gonzo.

The goal: To determine which holding tank additive works best to digest ‘solid waste’, i.e. poop. That’s right. We went there.

Method:  Since I was doing this experiment with my nephew and don’t want to be a bad science role model we tried to use the scientific method, sort of. We wanted to test the products with both salt water and fresh water. The fresh water is well water from Amy’s house, so there are no chemical additives. We set up 6 new plastic containers: two each for each product (one each for salt and fresh water), and two controls that would have only salt or fresh water but no product in them. We measured two cups of either salt or fresh water into each container and labeled them. Holes were punched into the lids to allow oxygen into the containers, just as our holding tanks are vented.

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A bit too much.

We used 1.5 ounces of Gonzo poop for each container, weighing that out carefully. That was the most disgusting part of the experiment and offered plenty of opportunity for adolescent joking around. I’m talking about me and my sister, not my nephew. He’s way too mature and stoic to make dog poo jokes. We started this part of the experiment inside the house, but after opening the container of poo, thoughtfully collected by my sister before I arrived, we decided it was best to move it outside. I like doing experiments like this where other people have done the heavy lifting.

We initially decided we would add 1/4 teaspoon of each product to 2 cups of either salt or fresh water to see how the products responded. Deciding how to use the product was difficult because the directions are different for each one. Using the NoFlex requires that you add small amounts at a time to the tank. Using the Happy Campers requires that you add a scoop of the product to a gallon of water and flush that solution into the tank. It was a little bit like comparing apples and oranges but we needed to start somewhere, so the decision was made.fullsizeoutput_287

Results:

Adding the Happy Campers product to the containers resulted in little action right off the bat. The powder went in and dissolved and that’s pretty much it. After a few minutes some small bubbles began to form on the Gonzo poo.

 

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Adding the NoFlex digestor to the water was vastly more entertaining. Immediately the Gonzo offering began to fizz and bubble in a most satisfying way. Interesting things were obviously beginning to happen. Within 20 minutes the largest piece of solid waste in the fresh water container was fizzing and floating near the top of the container. That’s probably more than you really want to know. Here’s the video. We get pretty excited and Amy uses a really long word.

 

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The controls, both fresh and salt water with Gonzo poo added, sat there sullenly refusing to form bubbles or fizz or pretty much anything else. They were really boring.

Happy Campers, both fresh and salt water, within the first hour.

Happy Campers, both fresh and salt water, within the first hour.

At this point, I packed up my stuff and went home, leaving the experiment in the capable hands of my nephew and asking for a report back. They moved the containers inside to the table and then went to see a movie. When they got back, a few hours later, I got this text:

“Just got back from watching Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. The two with NoFlex are completely sludge on the bottom. Happy camper is mostly solid still. ”

Translation: Both the salt water and fresh water to which we had added the NoFlex had almost no remaining solids, only a layer of sludge on the bottom of the container. The Happy Camper’s had a thin layer of sludge but was mostly still solid waste.

About 7 hours of sitting and the NoFlex has taken care of most of the solids, even in salt water.

About 7 hours of sitting and the NoFlex has taken care of most of the solids, even in salt water.

At this point in the experiment, the No Flex was clearly ahead of the game for sheer entertainment value as well as fast acting digestion of solid waste. But had we given Happy Campers a fair shot? Was our experiment designed well considering how different these products are?

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Skippy, the unsuspecting donor.

I decided it was not, that Happy Campers deserved another shot at the win. This time I mixed up a proper solution according to the directions on the package. I didn’t bother with the salt water solution, just fresh. Since I do not have well water, I let the water sit overnight to dissipate chlorine. And I used our dog Skippy as a donor. The same amount of solution and poo was used.

The results were marginally better. After 24 hours, the solid waste was breaking down, but it was going to take its time doing it. Compared to the 7 or so hours the NoFlex took, this was a dramatic difference.

After sitting in the solution for 24 hours, there is decomposition, but still a lot of solid waste.

After sitting in the solution for 24 hours, there is decomposition, but still a lot of solid waste.

Conclusions: Both products will break down the waste in your holding tank, but based on this experiment, the Zaal NoFlex is going to work faster. I do not know how long it would take the Happy Campers product to break down the waste because I didn’t want to keep dog poo solution on my kitchen counter for that long. It’s gross. Perhaps the difference is kind of like the story of the tortoise and the hare. Slow but steady will get you there.  And you do need to add a small amount of NoFlex on a regular basis. Perhaps that’s where the cost saving issue with the Happy Campers comes into play.

For our purposes we’re still putting our money on the NoFlex, although we’ll keep the container of Happy Campers in reserve in case we run out of the NoFlex.  If there is any build up in the tank, the NoFlex will handle it, something the Happy Campers is not designed to do. In fact, they sell a different product on the Happy Campers website, designed to clean out the holding tank. Their website also makes the point that their product ‘lasts longer’ than any other product of its kind on the market. Perhaps that’s what we were seeing in our results. Maybe this product doesn’t work as fast, but it works longer.

That’s an experiment for another day. After all, research always brings up more questions than it answers. But I’ll leave you to decide if you want to go that far. And you’ll probably have to find your own 13 year old boy to help.

Studying up on the ingredients of these products and falling down the rabbit hole of research. Got to love a kid with an enquiring mind.

Studying up on the ingredients of these products and falling down the rabbit hole of research. Got to love a kid with an enquiring mind.