I like man-over-board drills. Every boat and crew should do them. A nice activity for a boring day on the water. They have proved with few exceptions surprisingly difficult. Tossing something or somebody overboard and trying to retrieving them is tricky.
Often for drills we toss a dummy, life ring, or weighted fender overboard. The ship then should fly the “O” Oscar flag. That is why our dummy MOB is named “Oscar”. Our job is recover Oscar. Easier said than accomplished.
During one drill on Lake Union, a paddle boarder recovered Oscar and was heading home with him. We not only had a MOB, but a shanghaiing. Chasing down a paddle boarder with a 125 foot ship was challenging.
It is very easy to lose track of Oscar . On one 250’ ship, Oscar was more than a mile away (and invisible) before we could get the crash boat in the water, and we were already planning on the drill. Our ship had gear in the water (Restricted Maneuverability) and could not maneuver and could not turn around in less than an hour. We had to direct the crash boat via radio, they could not see Oscar even when almost on top of it. We only had a compass fix of the direction of Oscar. New ships have a MOB button that sets a GPS coordinate on the chart plotter. One of the many reasons to learn chart plotter features.
The drowning victim does not wave their arms and yell like on TV, or on my simulator. Flashing light on the life jacket is a good idea.
Fishing a person out of the water is not easy. First, the MOB really does not want to be swimming. They get crazy desperate. When I was MOB, (my boat sunk), treading water two miles from land, I was hypothermic, delirious, and swearing like the salt I aspired; my rescuers were reluctant to haul me aboard. I was not a good catch. I remember very little, I think I passed out.
Jumping in and heroically saving a drowning person, works only in the movies. In real life the drowning person is trying to kill you. This is our first lesson. My instructor learned quickly to first take his bright yellow knife out of his life vest. The drowning person grabs for it instantly and climbs on top of the rescuer. Think insane and desperate person with a knife. What could go possibly wrong?
There are books written how to search and recover a MOB . All slightly different but all offer good advice.
I like using small inflatable crash boats. Trying to bring a larger ship along side is probably more dangerous than being in the water. I crew on one ship that does this, I am not happy, I think it is unsafe. They do not have a crash boat.
Life slings are used to haul a person out of the water. Used them often in drills. I think next time, I will jump overboard and see if the crew can actually haul me up. I am dubious. Slings require the rescue boat to get close to the MOB plus assumes the MOB can swim and put one on. You can throw them about 10-20 feet, but they are heavy and awkward.
I like throw bags. They are a small bag with least 50’ of light floating line. Throw it past the MOB, they grab on, tow them to the rescuers. Then use life sling to get the person aboard.
Most boats use just dummy Oscar, I like using a real person in the water, sometimes the instructor in a dry suit. This is how we train in our classes.
We once had a training session for a rowing team, each rower has to learn how to throw the bag, and get our MOB back aboard. For this exercise we recruited a local mermaid. She was having all the fun, everyone else was getting soaked. The water was bone chilling cold. She put up resistance, fought, and tried to pull her rescuers in the water with her. For this exercise we were trying to get her into a small skiff. The trick is to get one leg (flipper?) in first. Then roll her in.
She would jump back in and repeat the drill for the next person.
After all 20 people tried “rescuing” her. Found her sitting on the pier, drinking a coke, and eyeing a fleet of teen boys learning to sail. She was gone in a splash. Boys did not stand a chance.
I suspect this is the same mermaid that took my rowing oar last year in the 70-48 race.
I took photo when WF was hauled and on the slings. July 2013. I initially had no idea what the derelict was. The yard was doing an uninspired pressure wash of the hull. I was sure it was hauled for
bulldozing. That was my initial interest. I was planning to take pics of haulout to pile of rubble. I was working on the 100 year old Adventuress at the time so I could watch the process. I was more interested in the salvage company that brought her her. I sometimes drive small tow boats for them.
After I was told what the boat was, I sent this photo to an acquaintance in Friday Harbor who follows this sort of thing. 15 minutes later I got a email from Cannery Row Historian at the museum. “So that is where he took the boat!!” It is difficult to keep hidden a large and famous boat. The owner (a California developer – a species of vermin I have had dealings with before) announced he was going to re-float and haul the boat to Seattle and restore her. At least that is what was published in the Salinas newspapers and told to the Monterey Museum and some noise like he was ready to spend big money.
Western Flyer had about 20 tons of mud internally (per the travel lift operator). The starboard quarter is caved in. The shear and bulwarks are crushed and rotten.
The first line the owner told to the marina, is usually “You should give us free moorage because the boat is famous and should be honored that the boat is here.” (I think the harbor master has permanent eye rolling injuries from this type of request). We home port several 100 year old plus yachts in first rate conditions, each with a glorious history. They pay full fare.
Derelict former yachts of famous actors, explorers, and writers routinely haul out. Often purchased by an impoverished person without boat-repair experience, but in awe of the boat’s provenance. This is a
case in point, others routinely mention the ferry Kalakala in the same breath. I remember 30 years ago, sailing past the rusty and rotten USS Potomac tied up in Oakland with a similar sorted history. Took $2.5 mil of Govm’t money plus unknown amount of Roosevelt money to make her seaworthy.
The port routinely demands a large upfront bond to cover demolition fees for suspect vessels like WF. The Harbor Master demanded and received the $25,000 bond upfront to bulldoze the wreck. There is no question the skill and resources are here in our village to restore the boat. Looks like, there is nothing left to restore. Maybe hold up the port hawse pipe and rebuild everything around it. (This is done more often than most people think.) Then reconstruct the ‘restored’ vessel to modern safety standards as an inspected vessel, if anyone has any desire to haul passengers. But the Coast Guard generally does not like
inspected wooden boats. We are lucky there are some rare CG inspectors in the NW that do understand woodboats.
Most of the boat people in town are more amused than anything, watching people come and pay homage to a stinking and rotten wreck. There are hoards of visitors coming just to touch or be photographed with the boat. We are a tourist town, this attraction was not in the visitor guide.
I spoke to my marine insurance surveyor not long after WF was hauled, he made an off the cuff estimate of about $3 million to reconstruct the vessel and a $250,000 boat would be the result. Five years later on, that estimate got repeated and is now the restoration mantra.
Many of these ‘dream’ boats would not be let back in the water by either the Coast Guard or responsible harbor master. We were all of the impression the WF was just another one of these ill-conceived projects; and almost proven correct. After a boat near WF burnt, we in the yards were convinced as soon as WF dried out it would also have an “accident”.
The boat sat untouched in the yard for almost 2 years. WF is in an open and unsecured work yard. I have heard reports of “crew” retrieving possessions off the boat Typically a big boat crew in that yard works 24/7 until splashed again. The yard rates are high just to discourage long term storage. The hull is absorbing rain water, you can smell the rot. The deck has turned to compost, growing quite a healthy garden this winter. At least the stench from dying sea life is reduced. I know of several wood boats that do not want to be near her, mostly for rot spores, and fire. I never been inside the boat, so I can not report the internal condition. I have been on enough sunken wrecks, I can guess.
The WF is charged about $2k/month to park in a work yard. We suspected there was no money or direction for that project. After stiffing the port for a year’s back rent, no boat shop would take on any work without full payment up front. Just days before the bulldozing, the owner finally ponied up the $12 grand he owed the port for haulout and yard space. Then following years he paid fees regularly.
The boat was purchased by John Gregg a non profit was created to restore it. The task was taken on by Shipwrights Co-op. They had indoor space, resources, and skills. A number people said “yes the boat can be restored, but why?”. Chris Chase is leading the restoration of the boat. Hired by the WF foundation. He was one of the senior shipwrights at the Co-op. He has the chops to lead the restoration.
A 2017 reception at the Co-op . Old shipwrights and surveyors were walking about surreptitiously stabbing pocket knives in the ribs and few planks, shaking heads, and drinking free beer in the other hand, (unofficial survey). Other than stinking from rot topside, damaged keel, and a crushed stbd quarter, and underwater for way too long; the boat is in better shape than expected. Nothing a few million dollars couldn’t fix. Had a nice conversation with Gregg about underwater robots. The goal is restore to the time of the Sea of Cortez trip, removing all post 1940 modifications . This was a work boat that over the years was outfitted for different fisheries: crab, longline, and ??
A number of planks have been removed: garboard and assorted others. The interior has been gutted including engines, tanks, drive shaft. Mud and concrete ballast has been removed. The foundation has great plans and needs great money. They plan a hybrid diesel-battery-electric propulsion.
Future plans included taking people out on the ocean and running youth education program. I see problems, I hope smarter people than I have figured out a solution.
I heard a mention the boat is 130 tons gross. That means the boat can operate as an uninspected “12 Pack” vessel. If the Coast Guard approves, (I doubt it though). Solves some but not all problems.
A larger boat like this is very expensive to operate and 12 passengers are not going to pay for it. (estimate about $300k / year to operate, I get this number from Virginia-V, a wood boat about the same size). I once ran similar calculations when I was “given” a beautiful 60’ 1936 schooner that was already in good shape. There was no way the boat could pay for herself.
Most inspected wooden passenger vessels are rated just for “inland” not “near-coastal” Monterey Bay is “near coastal.” The organization has to decide to restore to original, or modify to look “original” and include modern safety standards. Insurance and Coast Guard will make that decision.
The WF was never designed as a passenger vessel. I expect them NOT taking passengers but operate mostly as a “Dock side attraction”. I think I might be proven wrong.
Less than quarter of Virginia – V’s income is dockside. Most money comes from donations and grants. Cruises are expensive and generate less than half income.
* Virginia V and Zodiac are rated 150 and 50 passengers depending on cruise and restricted to inland operation. Neither can take paying passengers off shore or outside of protected waters.
A trip to the Boat Yard yesterday updated my observations of the Fish Boat “Western Flyer” . I stuck my nose in the Co-op boat shop. A new sapele keel is being carved. The new sapele transom is built but not yet installed, the house has been removed and worked on separately . Chris mentioned all planks will be replaced along with the new spruce ceiling. Many more planks have been removed. If I understood him, the new fastenings will be bronze instead of iron. That means every plank has to be removed/replaced and refastened. Can’t mix underwater metals. Unknown how many of the original 36 ribs may remain. Keep thinking back to the “Ship of Theseus”. Most wood will be replaced. The original idea of holding up the hawse pipe and replacing everything with a replica is becoming the plan. The engines, safety gear, radios, and navigation are all new. The vessel will become a replica of itself. The house will be repaired or replaced plank for plank.
Working boats typically have a short life. WF was a fish boat designed to be quickly and inexpensively built. But work is progressing. The quality of the work and skills in the restoration is much greater than the original construction. If the restoration is complete, the boat could easily last much longer than the original vessel.
A series of excellent youtube videos are produced by the foundation. Chris is explaining the work and status of the restoration.
My skipper of the race boat called me. “Wanna crew for a guy taking a Catalina 30 from San Francisco to Seattle”.
Sure, no problem. I’m between jobs and free for the next few weeks; some quiet sea time would be great. A sorta easy sail, despite up-hill the whole way, fighting wind and current, at least sailing far enough offshore to avoid traffic plus the water is warmer. Pretty sure we would be out of Loran C coverage. I just considered this another sail boat ride. Usual adventures forthcoming.
Just spent the prior summer running up and down the coast chasing albacore. I was hot with the newish Loran C, (the sail boat did not have Loran A which had longer range) I could deal with that and take noon shots with my plastic sextant. Just gotta go north to 48º -30′ ish latitude, turn East, (current set to South) and catch the path into Straits of Juan de Fuca. Avoid rocks and traffic. Then into my home town waters.
Met the boat owner / captain at Saint Francis Yacht Club. (nice joint). Got the gig, leaving in a few days.
Couple of ways out of SF bay, go straight or hug the north shore staying inside the “Potato Patch”. Both popular traffic zones. First sail 4 days west, afterwards, tack in during the day, tack out at night. After a boring trip reach xx latitude. If you see land, you are too close. There are really big rocks off shore all the way to the Straits. Plus avoid the 2-3 kt southern current that hugs the shore.
Owner / skipper chose northern channel out of SF Gate, no problems. Discovered he would not head west? Did not want to cross shipping lanes. Huh? Excuse was he had no radar. He had new fancy Loran C, but no RDF). After all I was crew and had no say, technically he was the captain. In practice, I knew better. We spent the next week short tacking between shore and the lanes. I had up to this point I painfully discovered, I had more experience than the “skipper”. I started getting worried. I was not worried by navigation, I knew exactly where we were — far too close to land.
At night the local custom of fish boats is drift with a flashing white strobe. It was not a distress beacon. It took all my effort to convince the “captain” not to “rescue” them. I do remember seeing a fish boat with the cabin door blown out (from inside) with a shotgun blast.
I should have guessed something was amiss when we anchored in Bodega bay channel and got in the way of other boats. Bodega bay is basically a mud flat with a heavy trafficked narrow dredged channel up the middle. (I crewed on a day salmon boat out of there).
We arrive in Fort Bragg marina at about 1AM. (N.B. Fort Bragg and almost all harbors north of San Francisco were commercial fishing ports. Not set up for pleasure boats. Previously I was crew on a fish boat and behaved accordingly.) We did not head to the guest dock but tied up at the first easy (someone else’s) slip. Not only do we tie up like yachties, we start hooking up shore power, water, and acting like this is our slip. I was getting nervous. An hour later there was a VERY upset commercial fisherman with a legitimate bone to pick. Something about his slip, his power, his water. It must have taken me 15 minutes to disconnect all captain’s special connections (a fish boat can untie in less than 30 seconds). I was horribly embarrassed, I think I knew the fish boat previously, crew did not recognize me. My capt’n did not appreciate his magnificent cultural faux pas. We demonstrated there is a legitimate reason fisherman dislike yachters. We moved the boat to the guest dock, (did not pay).
At first light, we were tied up to the Fort Bragg fuel dock waiting for them to open. I watched a parade of small (12 foot) skiffs filled with fat men, fishing gear, dogs, fat wives, and friends w/o life jackets head into the open seas into heavy fog. I was in awe. This is truly local knowledge, where are they going, and how? Seems “Captain” did not care. He was waiting for the dock to open and fiddling with his Loran, by this time I was starting realize it was broken and useless. (It was still new technology). Also I realized fuel docks keep bankers hours. Most fisherman plan ahead and never thought about this.
We finally fueled up and headed into the fog. Easy swells, flat calm, head west and get the hell away from shore.
Skipper decided to head for a harbor entrance bell buoy, kill the engine so he can get his Loran reset. All the local fishermen and their skiffs were in the fog, circling the bell buoy. I was impressed by the local trick, fishermen were pissed about a 30’ sailboat drifting w/o power next to the buoy and fouling fishing lines. We finally got the hell out of there. I hid my head, I have family in that village.
Later, were mile off shore at Cape Mendocino. Possibly one of the most dangerous places on the West coast. Shut down the engine again, again to confirm Loran coordinates. Looking shoreward, yep we were pulled south by about 2 knots by the current. (agreed with current charts). I was now convinced a diesel engine was not the cause of the problems of the Loran. Secondarily why were we so close to shore that we even cared?.
[2019, Loran C went away. RDF still works but not used much, GPS works better. My plastic sextant and paper charts still work.]
Several days later, showed for my turn on watch. 4 am (we were on port-starboard watch cycle, 4 on, 4 off). Tacking towards shore, AT NIGHT!!! shortly I heard surf seaward of me. (if further south may see phosphorescence of the water, not here).
I jumped ship at next landing.
Aftermath: seems he never cleaned his water tanks, got Giardia from that trip.
Last night, the Harbor Master (One-Eyed-mac) called me, said Larry (the sailor) was adrift in the Admiralty straits and will be sailing in with a dead engine. He will arrive about 10 PM, will I catch him and tie him up to the mooring buoy? Sure. Called Larry on the VHF, he was off Marrowstone Island with no wind, no engine, no visibility, and lots of current. And no chance to round Pt. Wilson. I suggested he set course the best he can and anchor in the lee of the island or where he can and wait till daylight and the fog lifts. However he got just enough wind gusts and huge currents all the wrong way, he took that wrongly as a good sign. Later found himself in the mid-channel freighter lanes. He spent a long night talking to freighters and telling them where he was. His ketch had carbon fiber masts, mostly invisible to radar. (he needs to address that). He ended up just off Whidbey Island, after a long night of drifting.
At first light, I called Erik (the Viking) to borrow his tow boat “Red Duck” and go fetch Larry, no answer. About 10 AM Larry called and said he was being towed home by Vessel Assist. At noon Vessel Assist hoves in view and I go out to meet them in an 8 foot rubber dingy. Erik is driving the VA boat “Gabriel” .
Erik’s comments include something like:
Why was he sure I would somehow be involved in this project?
He was up to his ass in alligators to answer my call. So he turned off his radio.
He said it was too nasty out there for “The Duck” . Gabriel had and needed AIS and radar. (grumpy that I was not going out to help him and play deck hand).
Erik had a very long day ahead of him rescuing boats. He seemed happy I was taking charge of the end of the tow. I tied up Larry’s boat to the buoy and let him get some shut-eye till slack tide.
Seems the mid strait shipping traffic was insanely dense, then the navy decided to secretly move some large ships though, ( they are over the top nasty to any boats in their way, even if we are on their side). Navy ships do not announce their presence on the vessel traffic radio and do not post positions on AIS. Sometimes they jam radar. They do not play well with others. Did I tell you it was thick fog out there?
At (tide) slack, the Harbor Master announced “lets move Larry”. I showed up at the dock. The HM, Bob (the diver), and Penny (the rower) were heading out to tow Larry’s boat with the worlds second rattiest fish boat. Larry was nowhere to be seen. I wisely volunteered for dock side line handling. Larry finally arrived dockside “What’s going on?” I explained the situation, he was amused, parked himself on a dock box and wanted to watch this show. (he knew and trusted the players).
After a while we heard drifting over the water some proper seaman like swearing. Seems the fish boat lost control. Larry and I jumped in the dink thinking we had to rescue the rescuers. We found Bob stoically driving the boat while the HM was hovering over and cursing the engine with original and colorful language (the engine throttle linkage broke , he made it work). Penny, driving the towed sail boat was howling with laughter. I transferred Larry to his own boat with Penny (who has more salt than any of us). I went back to the dock. All went well, we tied up his ketch in the proper slip, and Larry plied us all with 18 year old scotch.
Another day on the water.
Been spending more time on the simulator. I am trying to learn the machine.
My prior experience on the machine was how to drive a boat in fog, night, and understanding the radar. The students are typically small boat operators like myself or recreational boaters that want to up their game. The owner of the simulator wants me to become an operator and teach kids.
The latest venture. I signed on to help a senior captain train aspiring pilots. The students for this class are already very experienced captains and mates on tankers, container, tugs, and bulk carriers. This is a whole other level then that what I have ever done before. (I will never be qualified to teach this course, well, maybe after I get my unlimited ocean ticket, a pilots license and a gazillion years of sea time.)
I signed up just to operate the helm under command of the student pilot. At the moment I’m just steersman, Sometimes the student brings their own steerman. I am not up to speed for the tasks of second mate yet. (operation of the ECDIS navigation navigation information system). The senior captain / instructor runs the student through (more than a couple dozen) increasing more difficult drills in preparation of 35 minutes of hell for the final exam. That exam is taken on a similar simulator in Seattle, under the observation of about 10 other senior pilots.
For 35 minutes the student has to operate a large ship (650 feet plus), in heavy cross traffic, ferries, dredges, unmarked boats (military), about 20 converging ships. In fog, at night, in rain. Keeping communication with and redirecting other boats, distractions, and clear understanding of COLREGS. Followed by some disaster in the worst possible location. It is very difficult.
The students are graded over a range of +2 to -2 points on each response. +2 is good, -2 is bad. There are at least 40 different scoring opportunities. Keeping poise and cool is a grading item. More than a few panic and “lose it.” Out of about 20 applicants, maybe less than half will pass.
I was greatly humbled by the skill and poise of these student pilots. They are already have serious chops when they walk in. I have no choice but to learn better seamanship and bridge resource management (BRM) from the students and instructor.
These students are spending huge amounts of money to become a pilot. Then again pilots get paid very very well.
Hood of firetruck on the lot, sorta the theme of the clutter.. I like the fern. The truck was sold.
Working out in the gym on the rowing machine this AM. A bit sloppy to row in an actual boat on the actual waters. 30 knt winds, and cold.
Ran in to a friend, I explained that I was looking for a marine diesel engine.
“Got one”, “I can help you, in fact I think I have more than you can count. Including cars, boats, and abandoned projects.”
Friend was put in charge clearing 2 1/2 acres of the estate of a late junk collectors collection. I gotta see this.
Several large lots hidden in the woods, was the junk yards wet dreams. Professional pickers have already been through. Learned some pickers were no longer welcome. Scrap metal people have taken multiple loads with hardly a dent in the collection. Pickers take the best, expect bargains, leaving low value high volume waste that has to be disposed of. In this situation they actually cause problems.
But he had about a dozen diesel engines, several dozen gasoline engines scattered under tarps in the woods. I was shown a shed full of old Volkswagen engines and parts. More piles of VW parts were other sheds. The sheds were based on overturned boats. Trailers everywhere, most unique enough to turn heads, he built them all. The executor said they were all street legal.
Cars, about 80 at last count, found a 1942 jeep, half dozen different Volkswagens, Morris Minors and not a few very customized vehicles of questionable provenance. For some reason many of the custom vehicles were based on Ford Model T parts or old truck chassis.
Boats, what type do you want? From small rowboat to large motor sailors. Boats range from ones should visit a bulldozer ASAP to some worth saving. One older boat, nice lines, famous build; I stepped though the deck, had a nice 2 cylinder diesel.
I have never seen such a collection of homemade bicycles. A whole shed full of them. All would turn heads if ridden.
I wanted none of this clutter. But would help him and lend strong back if asked.
Convinced me to go home and start cleaning out my own humble clutter. I would never want to leave a mess like this to my heirs.
About 15 years ago I met the collector. I was looking for a way to haul a 65 foot sail boat mast from Poulsbo to Lake Washington. He had a special trailer just for the job. (We ended up hauling the mast on a boat deck).
Latest news: The collector’s son (only heir ?) died a couple of days ago. Time to keep my distance.
Update: The crew is back on cleaning up the mess. One fellow makes a daily haul of scrap metal to sell, including cars, engine blocks, and assorted chunks of odd metal. Another team is searching for bronze/brass. Another took lots of VW parts, cars, and even a couple of Porsches. Asked a VW collector in Calif to come and load up, he procrastinated, we held the VW stuff for him for only a week. Another is dragging out barrels of used motor oil, turbine oil, new and used. He heats his shop with used motor oil. Some boats are gone. One mechanic took several old International tractors, did’nt see them before. The dump run is twice per day. I offered to help get rid of paint. I thought there was only one shed, nope. Multiple buildings full of paint, have not gotten across the street yet for the rest. All the paint is hazardous waste. Far more than the house-hold haz mat place will take. This is my challenge. I just want bottom paint.
I decided I did not want any of the diesels, despite lots to choose from.
The last snow storm (about a foot), the weight crushed several buildings.
Aftermath: Most of the cars, boats, and heavy scrap metal are gone. The drop dead date has come and all work stopped. Still would be considered a junk yard, but bit cleaner than before.
NINAA OOTAKII disaster. News and events dribbled in over the last few weeks. Time to rewrite.
The name of the boat is NINAA OOTAKII, the news paper reported a different name than what is on the stern. Last Coast Guard registration was 2004 and a different owner. Listed as a fiberglass vessel. One of the salvage crew said it was fiberglass over concrete. Registration says it is 64′ long, 14′ deep, 16′ wide. 53 tons. Looks like a shoe box.
I heard the boat went aground again, this time on Beckett point beach front community a couple of miles south of my pirate lair. The same salvage captain previously pulled this boat off the park beach last year contacted me. They were heroes. Salvage boss asked me to be on standby; after the owners, insurance, Coast Guard, lawyers, environmental agencies, and State all have their say. Not holding my breath or canceling appointments. Got the feeling his team was not going to rescue him again, they were done with his nonsense.
Nope, the team was back on site. The crew, not the boss thought they could do this.
Next day, I got an email from the boat’s representative (Vega). He asked if I would tow the floating boat to nearby port (Sequim) for a low fee?”. (boat was not floating yet). “Because the Coast Guard removed all the fuel and cut the fuel lines to the engine.” I think the CG have had enough of this guy.
My steely eyed mate did not even look up from her “Notice to Mariners”
Even if the boat was floating, I would first want a letter from the harbor master accepting the vessel. Marinas get stuck with derelicts that show up in the middle of the night all the time. I asked around, this boat seems very unwelcome. A local fisherman said after their encounter hinted that the boat had become very unwelcome in various anchorages, I didn’t know that story. One tour boat skipper said this boat has gone aground at least five times. The Coast Guard is currently shut down and running on skeleton crews, I was impressed that they still showed the next day and drained the fuel. As long as the wreck is not a hazard to shipping or a source of pollution, Coast Guard is done. They would be pissed, they do not like repeat customers.
This time the boat was originally anchored across the bay, under a bluff. It should have been protected in the lee of this 50 mph wind storm. That anchorage is often used by fishermen and work boats to escape the westerlies. Shallow, soft mud, not a very good ground, but somewhat protected. The shore drops off quickly to 150 -200 feet deep. Dragging an anchor from shallow to deep water is very easy. Afterwards, it was reported they were using a homemade anchor built of rebar; what could go wrong? (like 5 times?) Real anchors are tested, compared, and rated by groups like Coast Guard. I ‘m sure they don’t test homemade anchors. (From the anchor size tables, a 100# anchor would be a minimum for less than 10-20 mph wind.) The anchor windless on the boat is more appropriate for a much smaller 30 foot boat and a 20 pound fluke anchor.
A few days after the storm, the boat was pushed higher on the beach by a succession of king tides.
Seems Vega sold the boat last September. I thought he was the owner. The new owner has not been found. Vega thinks he is stuck with this. I’m doubly NOT going to get involved. [4 months later after the lawyers were involved, seems ownership has not yet been established. ]
The state DNR (dept of natural resources) has the boat on the “Derelict Vessel Removal Program” as “vessel of concern”, (they have already spent their allocated funds.)
There is no funding for the salvage. Boat is not worth anything. I doubt any insurance company would have insured a concrete boat anyway. Any goodwill the boat owners had is gone. I have no skin in the game, so get to sit on the beach and watch.
My guess is the boat is not going to come off the beach in one piece. Salvage boss thinks the destination is a future reef, permission for that alone is a huge political task. Not going to happen. Another experienced salvor recommended an excavator and dump trucks. (most likely). Seems to be a haphazard salvage by the volunteer crew in progress.
I watched the beautiful NORTHWIND try to drag the wreck. Task was doomed for failure, they broke a very heavy chain and maybe cracked the bow of the wreck. The wreck did not budge. The next trick was tie a line to the mast head and tip the boat to rest on starboard side. That succeeded, but punched a hole in the hull at the stb’d chine when the boat rolled. A very experienced salvage skipper (I’ve worked with before) thought that not only a dumb thing to do, but pretty much scuttled any chance to re-float the boat. It may fill up with water before floating.
One facebook comment thought it would be cool to have a shipwreck on the beach. The beach owners disagree.
This morning, a month later, the Ninaa is still on the beach, high tide lapping at the hull. And no signs of activity.
How not to salvage.
I was more worried about NORTHWIND. First for attempting the tow, second, as they left, they came very close to some uncharted rocks.
My curiosity was piqued when the Yacht Northwind broke a chain when trying to drag the wreck. No possible way a yacht could bollard pull enough to break that.
Three months after the grounding, I walked down the beach to the Ninaa Ootakii. Looks like nothing has been done. Saw the broken chain that snapped in video, still laying on the beach. There is no offshore kedge set up. (owner said in the newspaper that he was going to set lots of anchors to drag the boat off, was told several people have loaned big anchors to him.) Lines draped about the boat.
The holes in the hull are just covered with black plastic. Hatch laying on the beach. Looks like somebody just walked away.
The hull seemed to be fiberglass and not that thick. Did not explore further to see if it really was a glass / ferro combination. Local residents are not happy with “looky-loos”, and an unwanted tourist attraction.
Talked to a neighbor that also walked down to the wreck a few weeks ago. Up popped from the boat two scruffy men, one said it is now his boat.
Beaching plus 5 months:
The community had a meeting, agreed that they want the boat gone. They will not pay for the removal. They hired lawyers, ownership is still in question.. Latest quote is $150k to remove the wreck.