Hello, I'm Henry.  

Welcome aboard my blog's home. 

If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

Click this way and scroll along if you please...Enjoy your stay.   

The Watermaker

The Watermaker

Spectra was feeling ill; probably drank some foul water. I called DR. JT; he then sent one of his surgeons, Terry, the next day to resuscitate her.  The initial diagnosis suggested Spectra had an intestinal blockage; she was constipated and not passing any fluids. Over the phone JT had envisioned her symptoms may have indicated her intestinal roto motor drive wasn't functioning properly and needed replacing.  After Terry arrived, I picked him by dinghy on the Marine Stadium shore and soon he was aboard Mystique  bunk-side the patient. He soon inserted a new drive, but the blockage failed to disappear. Terry determined surgery was needed.

 Terry shed light on the watermaker and its functionality.

Terry shed light on the watermaker and its functionality.

So Terry announced all would be fine until he returned for another boat call the next day. Then he would open up Spectra. He reassured me there was no need to worry; it would be a simple operation.  He and JT had convened and concurred this operation was absolutely necessary.

It was definite then - a new membrane would replace the old one. The old one indicated even though she was only four years old, she had sailed through some dirty, troubled waters. Her system needed some intestinal cleaning and a new membrane would do the trick. I could not help notice the symbolism of this diagnosis. It certainly seemed fitting that my boat's intestinal fortitude had also been challenged over those 4 years like never before. 

 My Spectra Ventura 150 ran smoother after Terry installed the new and fresh membrane.

My Spectra Ventura 150 ran smoother after Terry installed the new and fresh membrane.

"You have not used yours enough," Terry reminded me. "It likes to run and works better when water flows through it to make water."  While I thought I treated my Spectra Ventura 150 watermaker with respect, apparently, I was not taking advantage of her replenishing abilities as I might have.  In other parlance, she was not getting the exercise she needed to be healthier.  I guess I had been too cautious, babying her rather than turning her on and taking her out more. Maybe because I didn't trust myself enough around her, I did not switch her one more frequently.  Terry suggested I run her more often and give her an opportunity to prove herself.

Obviously, I did not know her well enough.  Seven gallons of saltwater converting into fresh, pure drinkable fresh water! Not fast to refill two 75 gallon tanks when people use the water freely as they do ashore. Look what is can do? My machine filters my sea into my tea.  It takes from the drink and makes me a drink.  It transforms my simple boating into liveaboard floating.  

“Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.”
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

If I could only catch more fish, I probably would stay at sea longer. I certainly have enough water to drink. I'm now wondering if Nature can provide some worm-maker for my hooks. 

Sailing Back to the Bahamas

Sailing Back to the Bahamas

Reflecting Rays

Reflecting Rays