In the days before we were to re-step Nyon’s mast, we scrambled through the mountain of tasks. The scarphs were done, the mast varnished and painted. There was hardware to mount, standing rigging to clean and re-attach, wires to run, our lovely friend Dana to pick up at the airport (who then hopped into work mode with a grin while making sure we were fed, when we forgot to eat). Can we say bonus points for our newest crew member? Yes, yes we can.
Thursday was the day. Our team of helpers assembled on cue. We moved Nyon back to the same location we’d un-stepped her. We got as far as swinging the engine hoist over the boat. (Once again, we were to use the hoist as a make-do crane – a less than ideal solution, but a solution nonetheless.) And that’s when the hoist shorted out. The two Alejandros deliberated on the side, while puffing their cigarettes. I bit back the tears of disappointment and joined them, (minus the cigarette). The three of us discussed when the hoist could possibly be repaired and ready for use. They weren’t sure, maybe 3 or 4 days. We debated other options. We could hire a crane-truck. It would cost more. Let's talk tomorrow.
|Ready to be vertical...|
Needless to say, it was anti-climactic… I insisted our would-be helpers come back to the dock and drink a beer with us. Oh no, we couldn’t, oh yes, you could. Let’s make the best of this. Good company always dulls the edge of disappointment.
The next day, we went to see Alejandro at the boatyard office. He made some calls and asked (while on the phone): "When?"
We said, "When it’s possible."
"Uh… how about a half an hour?"
We were almost skipping back to the dock. While Rick adjusted the sling, I radioed the Michaels, asked a few more people on our dock for help – and off we went. The advantage of a proper crane was obvious, it would be much less awkward to step the mast. The sling was now positioned just below the spreaders. Yesterday's mishap ended up being advantageous... Although a little more expensive.
|Attempt #2: Can you see how happy he is?|
|Up she goes!|
We had a crowd of helpers and onlookers. As the mast got hoisted and the guys re-stepped it, I held a line and translated. Pesos exchanged hands and we all breathed a sigh of relief.
With that sigh, all the stress and anxiety of the past few days left us. We could barely move. Lethargy set in. We let it overwhelm us. "Mañana, mañana..." And now, mañana has arrived: We are energized - ready to tune the rig, pick up some provisions and get off Dock 5. Hasta Luego!
Photos by Chris (MV Beverly J)