Saturday, June 20, 2020

Quarantine Anchorage (Sailor/Wuflu Jail), Grenada - Day 3
12.02.484 N   
61.45.411 W

Why do they call it the novel coronavirus? It’s a long story….

Dale started the day with a dive on the anchor to make sure that it was still where we left it.  We had shifting winds during the night that had Dale up and down.  Sure enough, although he could see where the anchor chain had wound itself around a couple of rocks, the anchor itself was still in the same spot.  He then thought that he would just do a couple of projects and call it a day but when it’s a boat, things change. 

He turned on the generator so that we could make water and I could run a couple of loads of laundry at the same time.  Believe it or not, it worked beautifully. 

Then he thought he could knock out a repair of a small leak at the bottom of the masterside toilet by changing out the joker valve.  He tore it down to nuts and bolts and exchanged the valve for another saying that it was an easy repair.  Then he put it all back together.  Unfortunately, the leak resumed as soon as he flushed the toilet. 

When he came up to say that nothing was ever easy, the boat had made some definite tugs the on the anchor and he graciously agreed to dive the anchor a 2^nd time.  Again, in spite of the jerk that almost knocked us off our feet, the anchor was still holding. 

He stripped off his swim trunks and was back in his work clothes to tear the toilet down a second time; disassembling the toilet and macerator unit.  This time, he replaced all of the seals and washers with a rebuilt kit before putting it back together.  He noted 2 screws at the bottom of the unit that were extremely difficult to access.  With the toilet put back together, he tested it again.  Sure enough, the leak was still there but now he knew it was coming from the area that was hard to access.  So, he took the macerator unit off again and resealed the “O” ring and applied silicone sealant.  By 4pm he called it a day and informed Savannah and I that we would be using the guest side head for tonight while the repair cures. 

Checking the Anchor

In the meantime, Savannah and I made ourselves scarce and very, very quiet.  Essentially, we sat in the cockpit and she read a Dr. Seuss book to me.  When Dale peeled off his gloves for the last time, he resumed Savannah’s swimming lessons and they took the opportunity to, once again, check the anchor; yep still where we had left it in spite of all of the noise it makes dragging and snagging the chain across the rocks. 
Later, we spoke for a few minutes to Gerry and Nicky to see how they were doing.  Gerry apparently changed the oil and filters in his main engine, so it appears that everyone is trying to make the most of being stuck again. 

We finished the evening by watching a movie and eating popcorn.  Sorry folks, not a whole lot happens in jail. 

Finally:  Did you hear the joke about the germ? Never mind, I don’t want to spread it around.