Was that … no, maybe, Noah?!

It’s been raining for about a week now. Today has been one of the bounciest days in a while. Which, candidly, isn’t all that bad. Sure, my necklaces make it sound like water is dripping loudly whilst the galley clangs from the campfire toaster. Still, a small annoyance.

The rain, however, is another story.

When you’re in a slip regularly, you always face the same direction. At anchor or a mooring ball, hey you face the wind. This is great for open hatches! Not when it’s raining so much your stern seam decides to make itself known louder than usual. Looks like facing the same direction during weather keeps the rain out of some of the trouble spots on deck.

So, rain, please stop! We need a few dry days to pull up the teak on the stern and apply some sealant to the deck seam, then reseat the teak and stanchions. Not to mention the tow rail section by section.

Butyl tape to the rescue!

This may help the starboard side lighting issue as well. Considering Shindyah currently has no functioning lighting on that breaker. Bill has traced up to the rats nest of wiring for the time being, in an effort to find the location of the issue.

Update of the mutant kind: Upon turning off the galley lights, one small section of our LED lighting strips is aglow. WTF. Can’t turn them off with the remote. Weird. Turn the breaker off, red light gone. Flip the breaker back on, no lights. We now have a solid 3 volts on a circuit that showed no voltage three days ago.

Ground issue? Mebbe. Bill and I are quite confuzzled. Investigation time. As we rock and pitch in the wind.

To those who think living on a boat is so damned cool – there is the truly glamorous side that landlubbers don’t see. Leaky hatches, leaky wire channels, leaky port lights.

It’s not so bad. Unless the leaks are affecting your sleeping space.

So, rain, please cease and desist! Even the ducks are hiding.


Adventures in living on the hook

At the start of April 2018, we made the switch from slip to anchorage. Thinking we were prepared for this, we set anchor and began the new chapter of our life aboard SV Shindyah.

Have you ever been ‘tested’ by life? Surely once or twice. A seemingly long stretch of bad luck, random hardships, you know the deal. Yup. It has been an experience, to say the least.

It started out with a pleasant evening and following day on the hook. Solar panels doing their thing. House bank all happily charged. Then the ‘test’ started. House bank won’t hold a charge for long. Hey! Great time to really have an opportunity to put a real load on the generator! Considering Winter kept storming back into the room this Spring season, our electric space heaters provided a proper load on the genset. Yay! Then, as the captain of Shindyah is ashore, the trusty XO is aboard cleaning, etc. and just pea-poddling along happily. Guess what happens. Yup, you guessed correctly. The genset gurgled burbled, beeeeeeeep, shut itself down. About five minutes later, I was able to get her running again. An hour goes by. Same. Dang. Thing. Ok FINE! Yanmar to the rescue! Diesel engine for the win!

The house bank was so thirsty. The one thing we never did whilst on shore power was to check the water levels of the batteries. That’s right, we inadvertently murderlated our house bank through innocent neglect.

Sams Club has the batteries a boat needs. Score! House bank replaced. Which, considering we now live at anchor, meant hauling out the old batteries on the dinghy. Then getting the new ones back to the boat. Which brings us to another part of our ‘test’.

The dink.

The dink that likes to dunk, and the little motor who couldn’t.

We have an e-motor that is great for trot lining. But isn’t great for going ashore at distance. Power.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, living at anchor is all about the amps, bout them amps, no power.

Sooooooo … pick up what appears to be a great deal on a small gas powered outboard. Yay! Half the time to shore! For a day. 700 bucks later, runs like a champ. Woohoo! Buuuuuuuut! It shakes loose a seam in the boat. Fine. West Marine, epoxy, some glass. Bam. Patched. Tooling along, no problemo. Help a boat friend out who had his outboard go swimming. Ok. Can do! Few days later, OMFG where is all this water coming from?!?? A new seam issue! That’s where. Epoxy, glass, sit in the sun and bake. Bam! Dink is ok.

Then, our first run with three people aboard the dink. DUNK! You ever see a little boat tuck and roll so fast? Well, we hadn’t and now we have. Thank gods it wasn’t colder water.

Yeah. We are so done with this blue POS! Didn’t want an inflatable rib. Yup. Now we are yearning for one.

That was on 6 May. We have had a series of unfortunate events since. Starboard lighting stops abruptly. Packing gland has a slow and steady leak. The stereo system kaput for no reason. The list goes on.

We are truly grateful the water wasn’t too cold. We have local friends who took us in for the night, and stated their casa is our home base for as long as we need it. Many thanks to the folks who helped us out of the water.

It’s now 13 May, six weeks at anchor. Still determined to make this work despite the insane amount of challenges.


Author Bagging, or why writers are cool…

A lot of people are fans of TV & movie fiction.  Generally, they tend to gravitate towards the actors who portray certain roles.  Anyone remember the fangirls fawning over Leonard Nimoy as Spock?

I’ve never been like that.

Actors are fine I suppose, they do bring their own twist and interpretation to the writers work.

But the writers… Ah, the writers.  The wellspring from which the cool stories and ideas emerge!  I really like the company of writers.  They’re interesting people. If you want to engage in a particular story, the actors will have very little depth, and almost no personal stake in what they’ve portrayed.  But talk to the author, and there is often an abundance of backstory, thought, world creation, intrigue and plot that had to be cut from the final product.  For many authors, their stories are very much alive.  I love having conversations with writers.

So without further ado, a list of my favorite author’s blogs.  May you find as much illumination there as I have.

Melinda Snodgrass:
Thomas Thurston Thomas:
Dayton Ward:
David Brin:
C.J Cherryh:
Diane Duane:

I’ll add more as I recollect and revisit.



About our Tagline…

Shindyah isn’t a new boat.  She’s not an old boat either.  She’s a classic.  Both in name and in feel.  She’s cut broad, but sharp forward, with a rise to her bow that the racers eschew.  Her stern is bluff and solid.  Her lines harken back to earlier vessels, though her materials and finish is more modern.

She is our salt-water lady.  A song by Roger Creager caught my ear when we commissioned her as Shindyah…  It’s called Gulf Coast Time. Here are the lyrics, and a link to the song is provide below.

We very much love our ole salt-water lady…

I like the way this salty, warm breeze feels
As I make another cast with this old rod and reel
Sounds like things are going well
From the tone of your letter
Am I doing okay?
I guess you could say
I’m keeping my head above water

On the deck of this old saltwater lady
Dancin’ ‘cross the waves
The seaside world slows down to an idle
The sun sets red over Copano Bay
You moved on with your life in California
I’ll move on with mine
Sometimes things take a little longer
Here on gulf coast time

It’s nice just getting back to the simple things
Like the taste of this fresh key lime in my drink

Took that watch you gave me
Tossed it ’bout a mile offshore
Just another anchor around me weighing me down that
I don’t need anymore


And I know
I’m getting better with every breath of ocean I breathe in
And my soul gets stronger every moment I spend


Sometimes things take a little longer
Here on gulf coast

Youtube: Gulf Coast Time – Roger Creager, anthem of SV Shindyah



Fruit Flies, Cider and Nationalistic humor…

We enjoyed the company of Captain Bill Richards of Celtic Cross at dinner aboard last night. Fine sailor, teaches navigation at Annapolis school of sailing, and drives water taxis up there for fun. I digress…

Laura (the XO) was having a “Beesting” last night. Well, we all were… 1/3 mead 2/3 hard cider… seriously tasty. But also seriously attractive to the little fruit flies that are (astonishingly) still buzzing around. Plop, into her drink one goes… Which occasions me telling the following story.
Gotta love the Scots.