Boys on the boat

Angus and Charles, our two Westies, have adapted rather well to life aboard. We had expected that of Angus, since he had made a long voyage with us in 2010 to the Keys.  We knew he could be comfortable on a sailboat, although he is getting older and stiffer…. Charles is not so predictable (!) so we were happy to see that he has also taken to this life well.

True, there’s not much space to run around inside the cabin or cockpit, but the boys have access to lots of walking paths and grass ashore where they can exercise, check their “pee-mail”, do their business, and socialize with the rest of the canine and human population.

The cabin holds a cozy bed for each of them at night, and at certain times of the day, the cockpit is a cool breezy place to enjoy snoozing or observing life outside the boat.

Neither of the dogs can go up and down the companionway by themselves, although Charles tried once, and managed to fall rather ungracefully down the stairs. So Bob and I heave them up and down numerous times a day. At 22 pounds a piece, it’s good exercise for us.

Angus, being 13 1/2 (or almost 95 in people years), is more uncomfortable in the heat than Charles is. Fortunately, the boat has A/C, which we can run when necessary to keep him comfortable.

We’ve tried leaving them alone on the boat while we’ve gone ashore to get provisions, and it has worked out just fine. Charles will bark if he hears someone come on the boat, so he functions as a bit of a watchdog, but otherwise the two just wait quietly while we’re away. Angus almost never barks.

Scotty’s Landing, the local hangout, welcomes dogs, so from time to time we all head over there for dinner. Well, they don’t have dinner; we do!

As with any boating community, there are lots of other dogs on boats that we have all gotten to know. One German Shepherd we met had travelled 7,000 miles on the sailboat with his family. Most impressive!

Sacrifice on Windsong II

Just curious, do any of you remember your high school chemistry? Well I sure don’t (we had the cutest chemistry teacher — Mr. Sweeney — didn’t we Deb?)

So when the topic of “sacrificial zincs” came up, I had no idea what Bob was talking about.

As it turns out, the metal parts of a boat such as the propeller are eaten away over time by electric currents in the water (yes, there are electric currents in the water, but they won’t kill you). If left unchecked, the propeller will eventually disintegrate.

To prevent this from happening, you attach anodes to the metal parts, which are eaten away instead. In fact, they sacrifice themselves for this purpose, that’s where the term “sacrificial” comes from. They are made from a metal that is more “noble” on the periodic table. And it is noble to sacrifice right?

In southern waters, most boats have their anodes replaced every six months or so. As you can see from the following picture of our propeller, the anode was about half gone. Our feathering propeller is made in Australia and, as luck would have it, one of the importers for North America is in Miami, and they had the zincs we needed in stock.

So at this point we just needed someone to dive under the boat and replace the old anode with the new one. And it wasn’t going to be me!

Fortunately, there are divers on our dock several times a week, cleaning the bottoms of our neighbours’ boats. We asked one of them, Manuel, if we could hire him to change the zincs. He was glad to help. It took all of ten minutes and the job was done. Another zinc sacrificed!