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Winch Refurb – Lewmar 6 Single Speed

Ever spruce up your winches?  Apparently this is something that should be done annually.  I’ve heard manufacturers recommend twice a year.  I have never opened one up, and had absolutely no idea what the heck was inside them and what made them work.

Frances, (who just turned 4!) and I were up on Indy while she sat in the trailer in our driveway, for a little bit of a tidy before launch.  She spun the winch and asked ‘what’s this for daddy?’  I noticed that there was no ticka-ticka-ticka during the spin.  It was quiet.  I tried the others, they all sounded ok, but I decided I would have to figure out how to get these in better shape.

Looks fine enough.  But who knows what's going on in there.

Looks fine enough. But who knows what’s going on in there.


Popping off the top, you can see this is not going to be pretty.

Popping off the top, you can see this is not going to be pretty.

Inside are small pawls, being propped up by tiny springs.  These pawls were all gummed up, rusty, and dirty.

The pawls on the bottom haven't fared any better over the years.

The pawls on the bottom haven’t fared any better over the years.


Lewmar 6 Winch

The only things I used in all of this was a scouring pad, mineral spirits, grease, and a few replacement pawl springs.  Everything was taken apart, cleaned, greased, and reassembled.

After wipe-down

After wipe-down

Lewmar 6 Winch

Moving smoothly, ticka-ticka-ticka

Moving smoothly, ticka-ticka-ticka

Lewmar 6 Winch


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Return of the Jib Halyard

With the threat of our second Nor’Easter in a week looming in the next day or two, today’s sunshine and mild temperatures seemed like the perfect time to get some outside work done.   I could have cleaned out the boat, but with the kids at their grandparents for a few hours, there would be no better time to replace the jib halyard.

For those who need a refresher, a jib halyard is basically a rope.  What could be hard about replacing a rope eh?  On the top of the mast there is a tiny hole, and there is one at the bottom as well.  The halyards (ropes) go in the holes at the bottom, and come out the holes at the top.

The jib halyard is in red

The jib halyard is in red.  The difference between this diagram and Indy, is that the top hole is right at the tippy top of the mast.

They are used to take the sails up and down.  If the person in the boat pulls the halyard at the bottom, the sail goes up.  They then tie off the halyard, and it stays up.  When it is time to take the sail down, they simply untie the halyard, and pull down the sail.

On an unseasonably warm October afternoon last year, we had our birthday mackerel fishing trip.  As we were packing up, the crew began pulling down the jib.  I forgot to tell them to unshackle the halyard from the sail before folding it up, and the loose end at the bottom, was pulled up inside the mast.  ….shit.

I’ve been wondering how I would get the halyard back in there all winter, as the elders of the internet had no consensus on the best route.  all they could agree on is that it’s a major pain in the arse.

Since this was the last trip of the season, the mast was taken down, and Indy was brought back to the drive way.  May of the people I’ve read about remedying the situation, had to climb up the mast and deal with it from 30′ in the air.

Before there was any hope of getting a halyard back through there, The creatures that were living in the mast had to be evicted.  I don’t know how long it was there, but birds had been stuffing straw, twigs, and mud into the hollow bottom of the mast for some time.  My hand couldn’t fit into the base to start removing the nest, so I undid a wire hanger and kept the hook on the end and scooped it out.  When I cleared all I could with it, I had to tape a second one on to be able to reach in further.  Eventually, it all came out, but it was in there about 5′!

Inside the mast after mucking it out.  You'll notice the jib halyard missing from it's spot on the lower right.

Inside the mast after mucking it out. You’ll notice the jib halyard missing from its spot on the lower right.  It is somewhere down that dark cavernous shaft… along with who knows what else!

Joe MacKenzie, one of the many great people I’ve met in our island’s many marinas, suggested standing the mast up against the house, putting some sort of weight on the end of a string and dropping it down.  It seemed a better idea than anything I had in mind.  Step one, find a weight that would fit in a tiny hole and would be heavy enough to pull the string down.  I taped a small drill bit to a screw… to big.


I managed to find a furnace chain that sort-of fit.  I had a 6′ long piece, yet only three feet of it would go in.  I cut the chain tied on the string and onto step two.

For this we took the anchor rode (the rope that ties to the anchor), and tied it to the mast around the spreaders sockets.  Erika went up to the baby’s room too out the window screen and started pulling.  Once the mast was raised, she very slowly fed the string into the mast.  The chain was just heavy enough to pull it down.

feeding the string back into the mast

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I shudder to think about how difficult this would have been if the mast wasn't coincidentally the exact perfect height to reach Charlie's bedroom window.

I shudder to think about how difficult this would have been if the mast wasn’t coincidentally the exact perfect height to reach Charlie’s bedroom window.

The remaining nest material was easy to pull out once the mast was upright.  Delicately Erika fed the string through until I heard the delicate jingle of the chain make its way down and peek out of the bottom.  Bliss.

The string we used was just cotton butcher’s string which made me extremely nervous.  We lowered the mast.  Instead of using the cotton string to pull the halyard back through,  I got a spool of masons line and easily pulled it through.  Next was the halyard.  I tied and taped it to the mason line.  It was too blood big to fit in!  I had to remove the tape so was really hoping it made it through, because if it slipped, the know came undone, or it broke, it would be back to square 1.

It was tough, but a good tug it came through, the whole thing.  With the large hole at the base it was easy to get it through the bottom hole.  about 3 hours after starting, the halyard was back in ready for a long summer of serious jib-hoisting!




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Mackerel Jiggin’

Since we pulled Indefatigable all the way from Halifax almost three years ago, every trip we made included Erika and myself, often with an assortment of various guests and stowaways.  Mid-October 2013 was the first time one of us stayed home.

I turned 37 this year.  And up until this year, didn’t really celebrate birthdays with anything special.  They were pretty much just a normal day with a piece of cake and some presents after supper, which I was totally cool with.   But as a new dad, with free time becoming an increasingly precious commodity, I decided mark the occasion a bit differently.

A couple of friends were also having birthdays in the same week, so what we decided to do was to take Indy out into Sydney Harbour and jig mackerel.

We shoved off early Saturday morning on the 19th, and although I was the only sailor on board, Glen, who just turned 36 the day before, was a Marine Biologist, and Matthew, celebrating his 32nd, was a lobster fisherman.  Matthew supplied the jigs which was a large spool of thick fishing line with several stings of hooks, a weight and spinner at the end.  Conditions were perfect.  At about 8am we arrived to the middle of the harbour, with not a breath of wind in sight.  We shut off the motor, turned on the radio and floated for a few hours in the same spot.  We had an unseasonably warm day, 15 degrees, which is rare to see in Cape Breton late Oct.

Secondary to the hanging out was the fishing.  In the end, we managed to muster 4 mackerel.  If you’ve never tried this fish before, they’re quite good, under appreciated, oily, and must be cooked out doors because they are pungent!  Our 4 victims found their way home with Glen.

The Majestic Atlantic Mackerel

The Majestic Atlantic Mackerel

The wind picked up nicely for the trip back, and we unfurled the sails, and started tacking our way back against a 15kt headwind.  A good time was had by all and there was even talk of making it an annual event!

This turned out to be the last trip of the season.  While eager to help tidy the boat, the gents began folding up the jib.  I forgot to mention to unhook the halyard first, and the halyard was pulled halfway up the mast before we noticed.  The only way to remedy the situation seemed to be to pull it all of the way through the head of the mast, and then fish it back down.  Ah well, at least now I will have stuff to post about this fall!


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Safety Officer

The chain of command aboard Indefatigable is an ever evolving entity.  Erika and I share the helm 50-50.   Sometimes we enlist the help of guests to tack or take the tiller.  But one thing that has remained constant is that Erika is the Safety Officer.  That means she is in charge of deciding when the water is getting too rough, how many sails to put up, whether or not we reef the main, whether or not we head back home.


For the last weekend of the Summer, the forecast was calling for winds that were 15 kts with gusts into the neighbourhood of 20-25 kts.  It was outside of our comfort zone.  Normally when things get a little blowy we usually go with just the main.  It took some convincing, but eventually Erika agreed to fly both sails.  In another age, questioning an officer in such a manner could have had me swinging from the highest yard arm.


Keeping with my long running habit of forgetting the GPS, I forgot the GPS, so I’m not sure how fast we were going, but we were moving.  A couple of gusts saw the rails get wet.  But the crew handled it beautifully.

Cold, windy and fast!

Cold, windy and fast!

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Out with Mike

Another evening out in the harbour, this time with our good buddy Mike.  Winds were about 13kts from the southwest.

One thing I’ve noticed over our last 3 seasons is how much more efficiently we are at getting things put away.  These days, the main is neatly tucked away and zipped up by the time we get back to the dock.  A few minutes later we’re headed back home sun-kissed and relaxed.

The smiling faces of a crew headed downwind.

The smiling faces of a crew headed downwind.

A home heating oil depot majestically greets all comers to Sydney Harbour

A home heating oil depot majestically greets all comers to Sydney Harbour

An old coal pier.  My best guess would put it 10 to 15 stories tall?

An old coal pier. My best guess would put it 10 to 15 stories tall?

Obligatory sun set sail shot

Obligatory sun set sail shot

Putting away the main




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We Sailed

It may be mid-august, but dagnabit we sally forth!   We finally managed to get Indy in the water.  She sits at a tiny finger pier at the Dobson Yacht Club in Sydney NS.

Myself, my brother Ray, Da, Father-in-law Dan, and Uncle Greg were on hand for the put in.  For the most part, things went well.  Ray and I pushed the mast up, the gents were ready with wrenches and needle-nose pliers to get the shrouds and stays firmly in place.

On the weekend, Erika and I got the chance to take her out into Sydney Harbour on a beautiful Sunday afternoon with a gentle breeze coming from the south west.

It was on the test sail, Erika revealed she liked being the skip, and I revealed I liked being crew.  Up until this point, we divided skip duties somewhat equally, perhaps now, we start to fall into more specialized roles.

At home at the tiller

At home at the tiller

wind indicator

In my hand is, what is called, a wind indicator. It tells you which direction from which the wind is coming. The main difference between this wind indicator, and most, is that it is in someone’s hand, as opposed to being on top of the goddamned mast. Most wind indicators are found on top of the mast, usually, is because someone remembers to put it there before stepping the mast.

This is a concert that is happening at the Joan Harris Cruise Pavilion.  We could hear it, but couldn't see anything because of strategically placed tents and port-a-potties.

This is a concert that is happening at the Joan Harris Cruise Pavilion. We could hear it, but couldn’t see anything because of strategically placed tents and port-a-potties.

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