Annabel Lee is back on course, running (knock-on-wood) fine, with both rebuilt helm pumps performing beautifully. Words can’t sum up how great it felt to be out on the water, under way once again, and neither can the pictures I may or may not get around to putting online. As per the laws of Murphy, word came this morning that the new helm pumps are in transit to us at last.
…continues. As in, Annabel Lee remains unmoved, unless you count me adjusting the docklines, occasionally firing up the engine and spinning the prop to flush away the Hudson silt beneath her. Truth be told, I’m not surprised. This is the nature of a boat, especially one of advancing age, and the choice is to either gracefully accept the fact or be miserable. Misery is rarely a productive state, so I stick with acceptance. As one wise and experienced friend said, “Watch the engine hours. Every 25 hours or so, expect something to go wrong, and you’ll rarely be disappointed.” At least I have a delightful view of the river from the dock, and it is so tranquil down there in the morning when there’s no one else around. Unless you count the duck with her five tiny hatchlings bobbing along. I really should take some pictures. But for now, it’s back to my imaginary world, where at least the boats run most of the time.
That’s how long we’re told it will be till the new helm pumps and steering cylinder arrive. Yep. The steering cylinder’s leaking as well. The good news is we found a supplier with reasonable pricing, but NO ONE has the parts in stock, they come straight from the factory in Canada, so we’ll be tied to the dock until mid-July. All the same, time passes fast these days, so we’ll just spend the next few weeks rebedding the remaining leaking decks and straightening up any other loose ends. I’ll get started on some brightwork, and go back to burning the midnight oil.