Saturday. Beautiful day. So we go down to the dock, hop in
the boat and get ready to go, push the button to lower the boat lift . . .
nothing. Battery’s dead. Okay, no big deal. We have a portable power pack we
always bring along, just in case. Hook that up and . . . nothing. It was
plugged in overnight and should have a full charge, but it’s dead. Okay, guess
we won’t be going out today after all. Dean set up our solar panel, which we
hadn’t set up this year because we’ve been planning to demo the dock and build
a new one but didn’t know when exactly that would happen. Sunny day so the
solar panel should charge it up.
Sunday morning. Big storm coming so we want to move the boat
as far forward on the shore station as we can. The waves tend to hit it from
the front and side, pushing it back. So we hit the button and . . . no power. Solar
panel didn’t have enough time or sun to charge it and our portable power pack
is officially a brick. Okay. Dean goes back to the house to get the jumper
cables and we used the boat battery to jump the shore station, got the boat
lowered, pulled it as far forward as we could and raised it back up. That’s
pretty much all we can do to try to keep it secure.
Sunday afternoon/evening. The lake is a churning mass of
whitecaps. Our neighbor calls to tell us “your boat’s really getting pounded.”
We went down to check it out. Yeah, just as we feared. Huge waves from the
northwest coming up under the boat, lifting it and pushing it back, then
slamming it down again. But there isn’t much we can do. It is getting pushed
back, but since it was so far forward to start with we’re hoping it will be
okay.
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When we left it Sunday afternoon, the bow extended about two feet over the dock on the right side of this picture. Here's where it was Monday morning. |
Monday morning. Boat’s fine. One of our neighbors wasn’t so
lucky. There’s a 34 foot boat belonging to a neighbor about half a dozen docks
north of us washed up on its side on the shore south of our dock. Our boat was
pushed way back, and the shore station was moved back about two feet as well,
but it all looks okay. Until we take a closer look. The shore station is
damaged. A bunk is broken and the support in the back middle has cracked,
pushing the two back supporting beams outward. We can’t lower the boat because
the beams are pushed so far out that they won’t clear the dock on either side.
Monday afternoon. Dean borrows a come-along and portable
charger since ours is dead, a friend comes over and they try to pull the two
support beams close enough together so they’ll clear the dock. No go. The
weight of the boat is pushing them out. The salvage barge is here and they’re
working on getting that bashed-up boat out with their big mechanical arm. Dean
talks to the guy – he’s the same guy who’s giving us an estimate for replacing
our dock. He says when he’s done with the salvage job, he can come back and
lift up the back of our boat. Taking the weight off the framework will make it
possible to pull those support beams back into position so we can lower the
boat. Sounds good. Dean tells him to be sure to call before he comes over so we
can take the canopy down first.
Tuesday afternoon. No call yet from the barge guy but he’s
probably pretty busy. Lots of damage from the storm. So after work we’re ready
to go down and take the canopy off when our friend Gary calls. Our boat is over
there tied up in his neighbor’s boat slip. Barge guy just came over without
calling us, got it off the lift and took it over to Gary’s. So now we have no
god-damned f*cking way of getting the canopy off. Leaving the canopy on over
the winter would wreck the canopy for sure and possibly the whole shore
station. With the canopy on and without the weight of the boat to hold the
shore station down, a wind storm can pick the whole thing up and wreck it. The
canopy is 10 feet wide and 20 feet long. Under the right (make that wrong) wind
conditions, the whole thing can turn into a giant kite.
So damn damn damn. The canopy is fastened to the framework
all around the edges and in a line down the middle. From the dock we can reach
a few of the fasteners along the sides but not the front, back or middle.
Thursday/Friday. We had to reject Plan A (making
the shore station workable) because upon further inspection it has more damage than we thought. We thought about Plan B (a makeshift platform
laid across the 11-foot span of the slip) and finally rejected it as stupid and unworkable. So we
went with Plan C. We went over to Gary’s, got in the boat and brought it back
to our shore station. We can’t put it up on the lift, though. Which means that
in order to reach the canopy, we’ll be standing on a stepladder. A big
stepladder. In a rocking boat.
Good thing Dean is tall. He did most of the stepladder work
while I did my best to hold the boat steady and maneuver it into position to
reach the various fasteners. Got everything unfastened so now we just need to
get the canopy off the framework and into the boat. But damn, how do we push it up and out? Even
on the ladder, Dean’s fingertips just barely reach the fasteners on the
underside of the framework.
Okay, what do we have on the boat to work with? What would MacGyver do? Hey, we have an aluminum pole with a rubber tip on the end. It’s meant to prop up the
canvas to help it shed water when the boat is buttoned up but not under a
protective roof. We use that to pop the canopy off the corners and then start
the tedious task of trying to roll it back from both ends, over the slats of the
framework so we can pull it down in the middle.
When we’re working from the boat raised up on the lift as we
normally do, all this is within easy reach and we can usually get the canopy
down in about ten minutes. This took over an hour but we got it down without
hurting the lift, the boat, or ourselves. Boat, trailer and canopy are all home
safely and ready to be winterized.
Boating is fun. Having
a boat is mostly work. We’d be better off if we didn’t have a boat and just had
friends who did.
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At least we're not this poor bastard. Doesn't look so bad in this photo but it was all bashed in on the side and bottom and it was totaled. We went by his dock and the big (formerly straight) steel I-beam that supported the end of his shore station was twisted into a U-shape. Guy who owns it also owns the bar and grill a couple of miles up the road, so we figure a burger and fries there will probably go from $12 to around $45. |