hauling out whitecloud

Fish, Kim, Christy and I all fired up Whitecloud's engine for the first time in many moons in order to deliver her to a yard in Ballard for her haulout. Before traversing the locks and a couple bridge openings, we had to stop and pump out all the nastiness in her holding tank and fuel up.


Skipper and crew motoring through Shilshole on the way to the pumpout.


Pumping out poo - Fish Approves!


"HA HA HA. Jason, you are sooooo funny!" Christy seems to say.


Into the small locks, these are all the good people who stood by and watched while I tried 10 or more times to get the friggin' bow line onto the bollard. Smooth.


"Hey man, can't you get the bow line on the bollard? What the hell?"


Check out Kim's blog to see the reciprocal shot of this one. I'm sure it'll be up there shortly. (Ed. see here)


Bye Ballard Bridge.


The whole day was a circus of errors and goofs, all topped off by attempts to push start the Jeep with the lights left on. Oops.

Now Whitecloud is safely on the hard. Some rot in the core of her decks is being cleaned out and filled, hull blisters are being ground out, and the current cutlass (cutless?) bearing has an appointment with the trash.