Goodbye Winchelsea?

By Sailor Keddy -
Overall, things have been reletively routine in Newport. Work is going very well, Green and Isaac have let me take the boat from the dock a few times now, as well as let me decide where I want the sail to go based on wind, current and time. I'm learning a lot. Isaac has also starting giving me advice as I pull together documents for my captains license, which I should be able to apply for later this year.

On Winchelsea, things are not going as smoothly. I have spent the past week tracking down a decent outboard. My plan was to attach an outboard to the bottom of the transom, and use that as my aux power while I spend the summer rebuilding the inboard. Well, $1700 and two whole days later I have an outboard and the specialized vertically adjustable mounting bracket...that doesn't fit. Winchelsea's transom sticks too far out of the water, and mounting it in the lowest possible place and then lowering the outboard all the way down (which is a long shaft outboard) the prop would still be half out of the water.

After realizing this, and taking a swig of Sailor Jerry to calm myself down, I decided to scrap the outboard idea. My focus is on the inboard again. I've already replaced the carburetor, and I think have the overheating issue pinned. Now I'm going to get a professional opinion to see if I should put any more into it. If yes, then Ill make the necessary repairs and give it a go. If not...goodbye Winchelsea. I'll keep you posted.


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Comments

S/V When And If said…
hmm....???
I hope everything works out. PLease keep us posted.
best of luck.
E & S
June 9, 2010 at 11:33 AM
Emily said…
...hm. Maybe we can just add more water to the ocean?

(Hopefully by now you've either calmed down enough or you've had enough rum to find that idea comical instead of obnoxious.) lol

Keep your chin up, Scott. Something will work out.
June 10, 2010 at 11:14 PM
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