Sag Harbor

Trip Start Jun 22, 2007
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Trip End Sep 25, 2007


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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

No one ever said it wasn't better to be rich.  This is clearly evident in a stay in Sag Harbor which is very close to what is often called "The Hampton's" on Long Island.  Ive heard about this place, but never really paid a lot of attention.  Coming ashore into Sag Harbor its easy to see why this is desirable place.  Its the kind of city most of us would like to live in: tree lined streets, old and historic buildings, civil war statue, sidewalks, no modern development to speak of, green grass.   This is an old whaling town from as far back as the 1600 and it was booming in the 1700s. 

We got a great anchorage and dinked in past the breakwater and putt by some big if not mega yachts tied up at the $5/foot marina.   We even saw one called "Bad Girl" and wondered it it belonged to Madonna. 

That night a storm move in and a rain of biblical proportions insured and continued into the morning.   We had left the dink in the water as its a pain to hoist it (via electric hoist) up onto the top of the boat.  Normally, we might get a couple inches of water in the bottom.  Its not a big deal to bail, but this time we got about 8 inches and the dink was looking weak in the knees.  As soon as the rain let up, I crawled in and bailed her out. 

With a rainy day on us, I thought we might do some light chores around the boat or even read a book.  We have now been out for close to a month and we have not cracked a book yet.  Too busy.   We plan, we cruise, we tour, we clean things, we repair things, we drink, we eat and we sleep.  So today might be the day to relax and read...not.  First I found a small leak in the wheelhouse roof so off comes the head liner and on goes the sealant.  Ok.   Now I'm running the generator as we need to do for 2-3 hours a day if we are not moving.  This keeps the batteries topped off.  We are an hour and a half into the session...its pouring down rain...and it stalls.  I cuss.  I cuss.

So down into the engine room I go.  I don't know if I have written of this before, but it has been a recurring problem which I thought i had cured.  The water pump pulley wheel keeps falling off the shaft.  Okay.  When it falls off, the cooling system shuts down, it overheats and the generator engine (not the main engine) shuts off.  I spent hours on this a few weeks ago.  It's back again. 

So I'm in the engine room again kneeling in front of a 200 degree engine.  Actually, I have a foam seat cushion I kneel on for such an occasion.  In this position, I ask King Neptune to cure mechanical ailment before me.  Often I cuss in this position as the petition to Neptune  seldom works.  With great effort, I take the pulley apart and I look hard for the root problem.   I am covered in grease.  I am sweating like a galley slave.    Sue looks down the rear engine room hatch....this is the time she says that she has a good deal cooking and cleaning while I do the mechanical stuff. 

Two hours later, I am pretty sure I have the problem identified this time.  A 1 inch shaft key appears to be worn and it letting the wheel slip off the shaft.  So I get on the phone to a local marina and a grizzly voice on the phone says, "yup, I have one but I'm closing soon".  When the rain lets up we jump in the (now bailed) dink and head for the marina store. Nope, he does not really have one, but if I go see Greg at the local tool and die shop he could have one.  I race down the street as its nearly 5pm trying to find the Sag Harbor tool and die shop.  Panting, I walk in....no.... he does not have one...but he will make one for me.  Make one?  Yes, the fellow makes this little one inch by 1/8 inch piece of steel for me in 10 minuets and back to the boat we go.  Yes it works!  Time will tell if this is a permanent fix.  Stay tuned.

The next day we hoofed into this quaint town and had a wonderful walk around the tree lined streets.  We followed a walking tour around town and got an introduction to some of the old homes which go back to the 1700s.    By early afternoon, we felt like we had seen enough of Sag Harbor and pulled the hook heading to nearby Shelter Island.  Sue had seen a newspaper clip about a concert she we was interested in.  Off we go.
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