Saturday started out bright and early at home depot... sandpaper, sanding blocks (yay! I don't have to use a bar of soap!), dust masks, fun spinning wire brush attachment for the power drill, rustoleum, 5200 & a caulking gun...
We made it to the marina around nine, and commenced to grinding and chipping and scrubbing. On the plus side, the big boards hiding the keel from our power tools came right off without the need for WD40. That was nice. The first layer of paint came off the keel fairly easily, but our 80 grit clogged right up with bottom paint as soon as it touched the slightest dampness. That was not nice.
Racers started showing up around ten - it was nice to see sails going up in the yacht basin, though it looked like the fleet was all of five boats. Can you race PHRF with one boat per class?
We wandered over to the unsecured dry storage lot to get a closer look at the poor neglected green boat with the For Sale sign on the keel. Teak toerails coming off in huge splinters, and some genius left the keel unsupported so the whole weight of the boat has been resting on the jacks for who-knows-how-long, causing the hull to deflect amost 6" inwards. Sad little boat is slowly committing harakiri.
Dude wants $2000 for it, which made us feel better about the amount we paid for the Starter Chicken. Connor got a little lost on the way back to our boat - fiberglass hulls create some wierd echoes for him.
Mister Tequila Sunrise came over around 10:30 to inspect our work and make friends, so we decided it was a good time to regroup and consider the purchase of a proper grinder.
The closest hardware store to the marina is the Lowe's in West Valley City. We did not get a real grinder, but we did get a leetle beetle grinder disc for the drill.
Fortunately, Cafe Rio is on the way back, and they make a delicious black bean taco salad with homemade tortillas and creamy tomatillo goodness, big enough to share, for 7 dollars. Also, we bought some cheap beer. Our cockpit picnic was lovely. We made whooshing noises and pretended we were sailing.
Back to work - Trish ground on the keel some more, I scrubbed the cabin sole and chipped ice out of the bilge, and we re-rigged the tarp to try to keep more water out of the cockpit.
We called it a day around four, and went over to the "Observation deck" to catch the racers heading in. You'll see the pictures of the ?Melges? ?J80? Asymmetrical-spinnaker-flying, open-transom-sporting, light-air sumpin'-or-other nearly beating the committee boat back from the course.
Connor rolled in dead brine flies, so that made him happy.
Pictures to come tomorrow.