![]() So I got in touch with the folks at Sea Tow Nanaimo. He did not explain any further and told me he could get me on the travel lift as soon as I could get the boat over to the boat yard.Ĭorleto still could not steer. The voice on the other end of the phone said: "I think we may have a better solution for you sir." ![]() I asked if I could get Corleto on the travel lift and if he could rent me a cutting tool. I spoke to a man who had heard the rather lengthy message I had left after closing last evening. When the boat yard finally opened, around 8 am, I made the call. But she patiently listened to me explain the rational behind my idea. ![]() She was not convinced that cutting was the answer. Waking up, I was excited and nervous about what had to be done. It made perfect sense at 1 in the morning and with that thought I quickly went back to sleep and slept well. ![]() It would involve a half haul and a cutting tool to remove about a centimetre of the top of the rudder. As I read his suggestion, it was evident that we both thought of the same thing. My man Kinc had sent me a message and strangely enough he had thought of a solution as well. I checked my iPhone for messages as I always do when I wake up in the middle of the night. I don't know when I finally dozed off, but at around 1 am I woke up with a start and a solution in my head. ![]() All of them seemed too complicated, too physical, too wet. But with the events of the day, the log strike images swirling around in my head, it would not. With a full belly and a tired and fatigued body, I thought sleep would come easy. She was tied up at the very end of the dock, to the stern of a massive power cruiser. With my rudder jammed and the clock ticking, sleep didn't come easy for my skipper- CorletoĪfter a tasty and somewhat relaxing supper on the waterfront, we walked back to Corleto. ![]()
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