From Cadboro Bay to Chatham Island with a stop to set the crab trap

After a visit to Canadian Tire for some kerosene and bleach, and a side trip to All Bay Marine in Sidney for two feet of inch and-a-quarter hose (Not to mention social time on board A New Millennium.) I didn't get to T2 until just before 1300. There wasn't much wind so didn't feel too guilty about motoring over to Chatham Island to do some maintenance. Of course, I dropped the crab trap on the way cause I promised Havana I'd bring home some crab for dinner. She was so excited I told Tania if I didn't catch any, I'd have to stop by Thrifty's on my way home.

With her new coat of paint Trouper II sliced through the water like a dolphin! (Or it was me rationalizing about spending so much money on repairs and bottom paint?) The engine really didn't want to start but I'm going to attribute that to the frigid temperature. I dropped the hook at Chatham and immediately went below deck.

It was on the way through the companionway hatch that I managed to catch the edge of my father's spare parts/tool kit with my foot. It was like a fragmentation grenade went off. There were screws, nuts, washers, cotter pins, electrical connectors, shackles, thimbles and assorted other miscellaneous stainless steel fittings and rigging EVERYWHERE! I thought I'd pushed that damn box out of the way.

After I finally got all of that picked up I set about cleaning the head. I sprayed down the whole room with bleach and water. You can eat an egg off the toilet lid now. Or the floor at the base of the toilet where urine frequently accumulates due to poor aim or a rough sea. Seriously.

I had to reset the anchor as the wind shifted to the North and I was a little close to the island. There was a bit of a sea in the bay as the wind gradually freshened to a pleasant little breeze. I cut a few inches off the hose I had bought. I'm feeding the bridle chain through them in an effort to try and same the aluminum fair lead from too much abuse. Managed to drop a fucking $15 shackle off the damn thing like an IDIOT!

I brewed a strong instant decaf mocha and headed for the crab trap!

The head is spotless, except for that blood stain I seemed to have missed.

T2's command and control centre. (Playing the stones)