BATSHIT CRAZY

We know we are. And we know you know.

Janice Anne Wheeler Jul 27

One year ago tomorrow the very accommodating pros at Yacht Maintenance Company in Cambridge, Maryland, USA, hauled STEADFAST out of the water for an estimated three-month repair. Fortunately, they tucked us in an out-of-the-way corner near the Richardson Maritime Museum; some folks think she is on display. Ah, THE BEST LAID PLANS. I’ve already written that; they go awry. In case you want a refresh: it’s a good story. And perhaps pertinent.

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We’re not doing what’s ‘best’ for us financially, physically, or practically, but we’re doing what we’re passionate about. We have, out of necessity, settled in, made a lot of sawdust and some great friends. I joined the intriguing and talented Choptank Writer’s Group, found a wonderful yoga class and race on Wednesday nights down at the Yacht Club. Settled, though? Yes, but not completely by choice.

I am honored to tell you that one of my many interesting, far-flung readers sought me out on Thursday; he was crew on a vessel headed north and made sure they stopped on the rather out-of-the-way Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay. Our intimidating ladder didn’t phase and he peered down the main hatch at my freshly repainted disarray and called my whole name, something only my father used to do. I was thrilled. We had exchanged so many written words that compatability was immediate. “What do you think?” I asked him, gesturing expansively. He raised his lively eyebrows and peered at me, making sure I was interested in the truth. I am always a fan of honesty and smiled at him; knowing what he wanted to say. The energetic, experienced, pirate-type now living in Key West, chose to tactfully redirect and stated that he had worked on plenty of steel vessels but never on wood; his lack of eye contact was hard to control, though, as he took in our complicated construction scene. When he finally looked back at me we both laughed.

I was the one who said it out loud. “I know we’re batshit crazy. Everybody knows.”

My visitor circumnavigated our planet on research vessels and others as captain, engineer and mate. I’m sure I’ve only just begun to hear the tales he has to tell. Over beer, I met his British friend and discovered the people and passages we knew in common from the Caribbean to the UK. He’s logged tens of thousands of remote, beautiful and dangerous miles; anyone who has chosen to spend that much time on the sea is a little (or batshit) crazy, pretty damn salty and remarkably self-sufficient. Thank you, Bob Wallace. You normalized my life, if only in my eyes.

That same evening I sat in my slightly unstable Adirondack rocking chair and contemplated our expansive bottom. It’s big, intimidating and pretty solid but it’s not nearly as sleek and lovely as her new, still-exposed, smooth bow. Forty years soaking in salt water will do that to you.

This photo is the port side, taken almost level with her transom or stern. Now that we have a beautiful reconstructed bow, we have to pull the rest of the picture together, reconnecting the old with the new in a seamless way even though, as you have learned, the seams of a wooden vessel are quite a challenging component. In the photo, low center, you can see the cutout where we are investigating the keel to ensure that it’s as strong as it needs to be. The colors depict an assortment of barrier coats, bottom paint and time.

During STEADFAST’s refit (then SIXPENCE) in the 1980s she was sheathed, below the waterline, with a protective material similar to flexible fiberglass. There are as many opinions on such coatings as their are boat aficionados, so we’re not going into pros and cons, just contemplating the life span. If you’re thinking that’s foreshadowing, well, your instincts may be as well honed as these repurposed planks from a now-defunct factory in Pennsylvania.

Meanwhile, I take time to do projects I’ve wanted to do… celebrating little triumphs is my forté; and can even counterbalance the crazy, or so they say… Our teak helm bench, revitalized.

SPARRING WITH MOTHER NATURE is honored to have you aboard; we got to the 700 subscriber mark, and that makes my days better but not cooler. The challenge of keeping my readers interested is paramount for me; a writer’s mind is constantly reworking things in order to make them epic. That’s exactly what we’re doing here, taking a vessel that wasn’t designed to last this long and making it work. Thanks for joining us on this landlocked joust and the entire journey. ~J

Is there someone out there who would be entertained by our batshit crazy decisions and unique lifestyle? Pass SPARRING along, please; it makes my writing even more worthwhile.

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