Six months to the day since I bought her, Lorilee is finally back in the water.
Because of paint cure and launch timing, I had the weekend all planned out down to the hour. And of course, the best laid plans almost ALWAYS change. I won’t bore you with the details, but the bottom paint was supposed to be delivered to the yard on Thursday, but because of a shortage of drivers, it wouldn’t be delivered until Monday. So Friday afternoon my dad and I sped down to Corpus Christi to pick up the paint from the freight terminal. Upon our return, we got to painting.
By Saturday evening, Lorilee was in the slings and ready for launch. I had some last minute things to do before launching aside from paint. I laid new vinyl naming and hailing port, and installed a rope-preventing tab on the underside of the rudder. I made this out of an old sail batten I found in the yard.
Bright and early Sunday morning, we arrived at the yard, so we could be launched first thing. After tightening up a few drippy seacocks (through-hull valves), I started the engine. So without further ado, Lorilee sped out of the slings and away from that infernal yard with zeal.
Not even ten minutes later, Dad noticed that we were taking on substantial water in the engine room, and smoke was billowing out. Sh*t. I handed him the tiller and dove down into the engine room with a flashlight. The primary exhaust hose had split right at the through-hull, so the engine was dumping smoke and water into the engine room. Back at the tiller, I spun her around and docked up at the yard. When I went to pull the old hose off, it basically just ripped apart in my hand.
So after a quick trip to town and a new exhaust hose in-hand, I had the engine running again, leak-free. We motored out into Aransas Bay and made sail. It was my first time sailing by myself (without other sailors, anyway), but I think she handled wonderfully. With a few more projects left to do, I’ll be moving her north to Galveston. No more three-hour drives! Woooot!