Cultural Heritage Festival.
We started south on the Hudson River the next morning, and locked through the Federal Lock in Troy, our final lock on this voyage. The protocol here called for a single line looped around a fat pole.
It demonstrated to us how our tug's walk-around deck is so well-suited for locking maneuvers.
Without this design, some boats require a
person to squat on a slippery cabin top. Victory in design for the
Victory Tug!
Troy Waterfront |
We
admit that we were somewhat deflated to be heading down the Hudson,
retracing our steps. The excitement of discovery was gone. But
experience had taught us that encounters with people are the reality
of adventure.
He and Allan discussed tides and currents through an app on Allan's iPhone.
We
were anxious to learn how he managed on the Champlain Canal. He did
not have to portage around the eleven locks. The lock tenders allowed
him into the chamber. And when he shared a lock with a barge, he
hopped aboard.
He
said he felt great and was looking forward to experiencing the
historical aspects of the Hudson. Once again, we wondered if we would
ever see him again.
SHORT STORY LONG - Part 1
After
four years of boating on Sally W, it finally happened. Preparing to
leave the dock the next morning, the trusty Cummins 4BT engine
would not start. We were dead in the water. After an hour of
troubleshooting, Allan concluded that the starter motor was dead.
This was not surprising, after 27 years, including 101 locks just this year, each
requiring engine start up. He called the nearest Cummins service
company 60 miles to the north in Albany. Fortunately, we were already
customers and “in the system.” Unfortunately, it would be two
days before they could send a mechanic, charging mileage, driving
time, and of course, service time. To add to the misery, they didn't
stock a starting motor for our 27 year old engine. But … they would
hunt one down.
Okay.
What to do? Start looking for a local mechanic to verify, at the
least, Allan's diagnosis. On the second call, he reached Certified
Marine Service, a local outfit. They agreed to come over and take a
look.
By
now it was lunch time. So to mollify our severely defated balloons,
Sally cooked up our favorite comfort food lunch fare – BLTs. As we
were finishing, Allan spied two guys at the gate to the dock. “Well,
there's some local riff-raff,” he chuckled. Sure enough, it was the
mechanics, coming straight to our boat, all lathered up with tattoos.
What next?! Allan poked his head out to confirm his suspicions and
said, “Certified?” “Certified,” they chimed in. “We just
look like riff-raff.” How did they know?
They
came aboard. The younger one put out his hand. “I'm Dustin.” The
other guy followed suit. “I'm Dave. We're certified riff-raff.”
Dustin was all business and went right to the engine, while Dave
stood by and chatted. He wore a bandanna on his head and an alligator
T-shirt bearing Florida's underground marketing slogan: Send us more
tourists. The last ones were delicious. Beyond his mechanical skills,
actually electrical, Dave was also a certified paramedic. He
added that Dustin ran the marina with his mother, and was really
sharp. He had his 100-ton captain's license at 19. He's now 30, and
doesn't look a day over 22.
It
didn't take long for Dustin to diagnose our problem: a frozen
starter. He asked for a hammer. What?!?! “Don't worry,” he said
to Sally, and proceeded to tap tap tap. “Now, try to start it up,
Cap.” Allan obeyed and the engine turned over as usual.
Dustin
said, “Yup. This motor's been in a lot of salt water, right? Those
brushes get sticky and develop a dead spot. You gotta know where to
tap it. But I recommend it needs replacing. You can go on, but sooner
or later ...”
Yes,
we agreed. We weighed the wheels already set in motion with the
Cummins folks versus “the certified dynamic duo.” They had proven
their worth. Dustin quickly picked up his tools. “I gotta get back;
lotta things to do, but I'm including you. I'll make some calls and
see if I can find a motor.”
Later
that afternoon, he called to say that he had located one and that it
would be there by mid-afternoon the next day. And so we wait.
To be
continued in the next post. Don't miss the trip to the Riff Raff Boatyard.
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