There are a few things that particularly stress me out when I am underway and one is when fuel and that is exactly what happened on my way home from the NYYC cruise last week.
I had been noticing some time now, that occasionally noticed a small amount of diesel was somehow accumulating in the bilge.
In the “olden days”, it was said that “all roads lead to Rome” and in a boat, well, just about everything ultimately ends up in the bilge and that’s exactly what happened aboard Pandora last week.
The last two days of my participation in the New York Yacht Club cruise and run home meant motor-sailing into snotty conditions and Pandora did a good deal of pounding. That was particularly the case when I headed into the wind on my way home on Sunday with waves that were pretty choppy with west wind opposing a flooding current.
That day I noticed, as I had the prior day, that there was an increasing amount of diesel in the bilge combined with a really strong fuel odor.
I sopped up the residue in the bottom of the bilge with some absorbent pads and spent time tearing up hatch lockers and areas where I could access the bilge, trying to locate the source of the leak. After several hours I still could not find the source except that it was probably coming from somewhere aft.
By the time I got Pandora to a mooring at the Essex Yacht Club, where she would be staying for a week or two, there was what appeared to be a few cups of diesel in the bilge. I again mopped up the fuel with some “diapers”, buttoned up the boat and went home.
The next morning I returned and was alarmed that there was quite a bit of fuel, more than a few inches that had accumulated. What a mess.
The only thing that I could think of was that one of the three 50 gallon fuel tanks, most likely the one under the cabin sole, had somehow sprung a leak. I decided that the only option was to take all the remaining fuel out of the tank, almost 30 gallons, and put it into temporary Jerry cans.
I also pumped out all the fuel from the bilge and was alarmed that there turned out to be more than I expected, nearly seven gallons, all having leaked into the bilge overnight. I am so glad that it didn’t pump overboard via the bilge pump which it didn’t do because I had packed a number of absorbent pads in the bilge, which held down the float switch on the pump.
Pulling up the floor boards was simpler than I had expected, exposing the entire tank. It looked huge to me. I could not find any obvious source that would lead to the loss of all that fuel. I wondered if it was a loose hose or perhaps that there was an abrasion in a fuel line that was hidden somewhere out of sight. A loose hose clamp? What about the inspection port with all those screws? None of the above.
So, out came the tank. Removing it took several hours but it wasn’t all that difficult and all the hoses came off fairly easily, lubricated by fuel, I guess.
Here’s what I found under the tank. Yuck! Clearly there had been a leak for some time.
There was a nasty corroded spot on the bottom of the tank, located directly over the mess of fuel and crud on the hull. It seems that someone had left a stainless screw under the tank when the boat was built and after 12 years electrolysis did it’s work and “ate” a hole in the aluminum tank. Stainless screws, being a “noble metal” always wins over aluminum which is less noble and easily corroded. Something as simple as a dropped screw in 2007, when Pandora was built, was all that it took.
That combined with the fact that the tank was resting directly on the hull itself caused the problem. The proper installation of the tank would be to have it resting on neoprene strips or something else to isolate it from direct contact with the fiberglass hull. This way it would have been isolated from any abrasion, salt or errant fastenings that might be left under the tank.
I called around and only found one company that would consider welding a repair to the hole in the tank and that would have required me doing exhaustive cleaning to remove every trace of fuel and vapors from the tank. Welding and fuel vapors are a dangerous combination, as you might imagine.
Finally, I settled on a body shop that does a lot of work with special adhesives, in this case, an epoxy made by 3M that is used to glue aluminum auto components together, something that is becoming more common in car assembly. This material/glue is made specifically for aluminum and is also fuel resistant. I neglected to take a shot of the finished repair but it involved grinding the surface, removing all oxidation, fitting an aluminum patch and liberally attaching it with epoxy. Let’s hope it holds.
After the new patch was secured, the fixer guy, and he was a really big Russian fixer guy had at it. I’ll call him Ivan as he looks exactly like you might imagine an Ivan to look, fixed the leak and after the epoxy to set, pressure tested the tank to be sure that there weren’t any pinhole leaks that might get bigger over time. Unfortunately, in the process of pressurizing the tank, he put in so much pressure that the tank bulged in a way that made me wonder if it would even fit back in the bilge. At least we can be sure that it doesn’t leak.
“No problem” replied Ivan, who clearly subscribed to the “if it doesn’t work, get a bigger hammer” approach to life. He proceeded to get a 2×6 plank, lay it on the tank and pound on it alarmingly and repetitively with a huge cinder block. The sound was deafening and the violence startling. It was pretty clear that Ivan wasn’t someone you’d want to mess with and I’ll admit that I found myself wondering, seeing how easily he seemed to feel slamming the block on the tank, if that block has ever come into play if someone tried to leave his shop without paying.
Massive crashing sounds aside, the tank was only bulging a little bit after Ivan was finished. However, I decided that I needed to find a “kinder and gentler” way to reshape things and did so with some big clamps and boards at home. After a while, the tank looked pretty flat so I was happy.
In order to be sure that there aren’t future corrosion problems with the tank laying directly on the hull, I ordered some neoprene strips from McMaster Carr, the industrial supply company, and installed four strips on the bottom of the tank as well as anywhere that the tank was going to touch something.
After putting all the hoses back in place, I reinstalled the floor braces, fiberglass “I” beams across the tank. These are pressed down on additional neoprene gaskets to ensure that the tank was not going to move around in rough conditions.
I reattached all the hoses and, well, all done.
After putting the cabin sole back in place, I siphoned all the fuel back into the tank, less the 7 gallons, mixed with nasty bilge water, that I took from the bilge and voila, good as new. Actually, I am hoping better than new.
I’ll admit that I am now wondering if a similar fate awaits the two other tanks, located under the port and starboard settees but I really hate the idea of pulling them out right now. We will see if I live to regret that decision. I expect that I will be thinking of possible leaks when I am 500 miles offshore on my way to Antigua in a few months.
So there you have it, disaster avoided. Thank goodness that I wasn’t in the middle of nowhere and loosing a full tank of fuel. That would not have been a good thing.
Next, the watermaker. With parts coming in the next few days, I can tackle this and hopefully get it running again.
Diesel in the bilge, watermaker on the fritz. Yes, when it comes to boats, it is indeed, always something.
Along with a good supply of moral and anchoring support, I also supplied water for the crew to shower aboard Pandora, well, at least until my water-maker stopped functioning about midway through the week. Of course, that was in addition to an occasional rum punch and Klondike ice cream bar for the crew. However, expect that the showers trumped everything else. Nothing like a shower for the crew after a day of racing on the water but somehow ice cream aboard Pandora seemed to be a close second.
Day one took us to Cuttyhunk Harbor, a place that holds a very special history for me as I have have visited it with every one of our boats, beginning way back in the early 80s on our 20′ catboat Tao. It was also a spot I visited with my boys and dad a few years before he died. It was the last time he was aboard and a very special time for us all. Here’s Dad, Rob and Chris photographed with me at the highest point on the island. This photo always makes me feel a bit teary.
The crew of Pandora and Alix shared some of the famous Cuttyhunk oysters on in the harbor washed down by some “Pandora imported” Caribbean rum fueled rum punch.
Our next stop was New Bedford, a somewhat gritty, but in a nice way, fishing port. This is the view from the observation deck of the New Bedford Whaling Museum, where we had a terrific cocktail party.
The food and drink flowed liberally.
As I entered the harbor earlier in the day, I was passed by Columbia, the reproduction of a Grand Banks fishing schooner built in Panama City FL. I was aboard her for a tour in Antigua two winters ago. She’s a wonderful yacht. I
She’s even more impressive up close after her most recent refit.
I particularly love this angle. What beautiful lines.
The next day, and yes, we were only there for one day, was to head to Edgartown on Martha’s Vineyard. Happily, we spent two days there, our only “lay day”.
Pandora was on a mooring directly out in front of the place, tied up with Brilliant, another boat on the cruise. Her owners also happen to be members of the Essex Yacht Club. There family has deep ties to Edgartown, deep enough to snag a mooring in the most perfect spot imaginable it seems.
We took a Edgartown Yacht Club launch to the reception. There’s Pandora rafted with Brilliant on a mooring directly beyond the boathouse and to the right. Perfect location, right?
It was a lovely summer evening and a perfect spot to survey the harbor. Jacket and “Nantucket red” slacks required. I now have both shorts and slacks in that particular color.
The next day was a “lay day” so we could enjoy Edgartown, one of my favorite spots to visit before the “march” got underway again. Interestingly, Pandora’s “sistership”, hull #2 of three, has a slip there for part of the summer. She is owned by two attorneys from PA, one keeps a home in Edgartown and the other near three mile harbor, in the Hamptons. She’s the same design as Pandora but different in many ways, including a much smaller hard dodger and none of the cruising gear that is so important on Pandora. She is perfectly maintained. I wish my decks were as perfect as hers.
Craig and I took a walking tour of some of the historic homes in Edgartown, arranged through the
I took a long walk around town on my own. There are so many lovely homes and beautiful gardens to admire.
How about this ivy covered garage. The gardens at many of the homes make it clear that they are not managed by their owners, who probably get plenty of “exercise” writing checks.
Our next stop was Tarpaulin Cove on the west side of Naushon. This cove, more of an “indent” on the eastern side of the island, was once a popular spot for schooners to anchor and wait for the tides around West Chop, Martha’s Vineyard, a place where the tide runs hard. It is very secluded and while it’s private, as part of the Forbes Family Trust that controls the island, you can enjoy the long sandy beaches that rim the cove for nearly a mile.
And, of course, a charming lighthouse. Many of the boats on the cruise stopped in the cove for the night.
Some of the yachts on the cruise were remarkable including this lovely yawl, Bolero. She was built at the Nevins Yard in City Island, launched in 1949 for the Brown family. The same Brown University family and once owners of the NYYC clubhouse, Harbor Court, in Newport. This is indeed a famous yacht.
I met her current owner Ed, at a cocktail party the night we were in Tarpaulin Cove aboard Enticer, this beautiful 1935 Trumpy. We spoke about Bolero and he offered me a tour which I enjoyed when we returned to Newport. I’ll write about that visit in a subsequent post. Man, what a boat.
Anyway, back to Enticer. Notice that there is a boat rafted up to her. That’s Onawa, one of six identical boats built at the Abeking & Rasmussen yard in Germany. The design was the original model for the America’s Cup 12 meter rule for members of the NYYC. Onawa was launched in 1928 for Cameron Forbes of Boston, once an owner of the island where we were anchored. The island is still in the Forbes family.
Some of the crew of Alix, including my friend Craig David, the owner and skipper of Alix, David, to the left.
Onawa, rafted alongside, was open for tours. I met her captain Barb and we talked about the history of the yacht. She was headed to Nantucket for a charter the next week and there was some discussion about my helping out as crew. I would have loved that but my schedule was too tight. Alas, the busy life of a retired guy. So much for the lazy days of summer. Had I been available, would I have been invited? I guess I’ll never know. I really hope to visit Onawa again and take some proper photos for a post. Until then,
The next morning the sun rose, framing one of the beautiful carbon cats that were on the cruise. This one had passed me a few days earlier doing nearly 20kts.
A short while later Bolero sailed majestically out of the harbor, headed back to Newport. Now, that’s another boat I hope to sail on someday. Her captain, Casey, told me that she will be in the Caribbean this winter. I will too. Hmm…
Unlike Bolero, my run back to Newport wasn’t all that great, motorsailing into the wind. The wrap-up dinner for the cruise was held, as was the opening night, at Harbor Court. A cocktail party followed by a lobster dinner with all the trimmings.
Dinner was brought out family style by a line of waiters holding platters dramatically high over their heads, marching along in a line. It was quite a spectacle and plenty tasty.
Of course, each place had a printed menu in the unlikely event that you did not know what you were eating or perhaps forgot why you were there.
The Key Lime Tartlet, complete with some sort of crunchy green thing on top, “how dey do dat?” lived up to it’s name. Unfortunately, I was limited to only one piece. Never the less, yum!!!
So, there you have it a blow by blow, or as my father used to say “perhaps more than you want to know about penguins”, of the 163rd edition of the New York Yacht Club cruise and I was there. There of course, largely due to the generous support of my “sponsor” David, surely helped along by the fact that he and his crew needed a shower. Happy to oblige David. Thanks for having me along.
Once moored, Brenda joined me for cocktails as we enjoyed the growing twilight over the marshes.
The club is named for a famous lighthouse keeper that manned a lighthouse on the same pile of rocks in Newport Harbor. She was revered for her bravery in rescuing sailors that came to ill in the harbor. She received many awards from the USCG including their highest honor.
The clubhouse is approached via a long walkway from shore that seems endless.
It is a charming clubhouse and perfectly maintained.
Brenda would love this image and would probably agree that it would make a great subject for a tapestry.
What a view of Newport from their deck.
And what better place to watch all the action from. This Trumpy is Enticer, sistership to the once presidential yacht Sequoia.
And, of course, a perfect view of Pandora, not far away from the Ida Lewis clubhouse.
How about this beautiful S boat. She’s perfect.
On my way into the harbor I passed this classic 12 meter America’s Cup boat out on a day charter.
And this super modern cat.
As I left the Newport Harbor yesterday this monster arrived. It’s only two years old and is over 250′ long. She was built in Germany for Joe Lewis, not the boxer and cost $250,000,000. And, she takes 25 crew to run her and take car of up to 16 guests. This yacht is in addition to his private jet, chopper and a few homes, including a huge spread in Argentina. I guess that’s what you can buy if you’ve amassed a fortune of nearly $6,000,000,000.
I expect that the Lab on this paddle board feels the same, probably thinking, “this is my BEST DAY EVER!” Well, either that or “I wonder when I’ll get another cookie? that would make today my BEST DAY EVER”
This home at the entrance of Wickford harbor is particularly charming.
Before I close, a bit of housekeeping. Pandora sports a stainless steel anchor and a galvanized steel anchor chain. The problem is that when stainless and galvanized chain are linked there is a tendency to have the first few chain links loose their galvanizing due to electrolysis because stainless is a much more “noble” metal. Each year I have to cut off a few links to remove the ones that have become rusted. It’s not hard to see that this isn’t a good thing. What to do?
I borrowed a bolt cutter from the yard and clipped them off. It was alarmingly easy. What a scary pair of scissors.
So, an experiment. I secured two small sacrificial zincs, designed to corrode easily and save the more important metals from damage. It’s not a perfect solution but I hope it will help. I’ll report back on that.
So, here I am getting ready to hang out with the “big boys”, and I wonder how many of them will look at me and say “what are you doing here?”. Not to worry, I know, I am acting as tender and know my place. Wish me luck. Good thing my ego isn’t all that tender.