… but when I do it, the photos I post will be at least a year old.
Our Beta Marine B60 finally runs (because we finally got around to running it). She purrs.
TL; DR: Maximo Boat Yard in St. Petersburg is the absolute best, and we wouldn’t have been able to get this far without them. Call them up when you need help or boat maintenance on the Gulf side of Florida.
We lucked into Maximo Boat Yard this time. Charlie had a few dealings with them in the past, but he worked in another local yard back when he was a yacht rigger, so he always ended up on the other side of St. Pete when he needed to haul. I had never even heard of the place. Right now, though, as I’m sitting in the Compass, bobbing around in the same slip where we first found her over a year and a half ago, I can’t imagine life without them.
I refer to the yard as “them,” and that’s for a reason. This may seem overly sentimental, but the people make this place. Our boat spent a year and three months taking of valuable space in the yard, and we never heard an unkind word about her. Our presence was always met with a smile and a kind word. We were never treated as if we were in the way, or like we were a bother. No one ever made us feel like we’d gotten in over our heads, even though it was apparent that we’d gotten into something that was well over our budget. There were months that we were at the boat every single day, and each one of those days we were made to feel like we belonged in the yard just as much as anyone wearing the Maximo Boat Yard uniform.
I’m sure it’s obvious, but Charlie and I were not looking for a boat when we found the Compass. We had a great little 25′ racing boat we were rehabbing, and we were happily living the simple life. Of course, the dream was that we would buy a cruising boat in five or ten years once the fancy education paid off and we were somewhat established. Though Charlie had never seen a Compass 47 in real life, he’d studied them online, and the model was on his short list of dream boats. I had only seen them in Yacht World listings that Charlie would send me, and since I’d never seen one in person, they didn’t stick with me. When I said before that we were over our budget, that may lead to the misconception that we were actually working with some sort of budget. We didn’t have enough money to actually have any sort of monthly or weekly plan for it. Someone told us that we could own a dream boat for $5,000, though, and we couldn’t pass that up. We knew we could put in the work, and time wasn’t the biggest factor since we hadn’t planned on being able to start in on a cruising boat for quite a few years anyway. If we sold the racing boat and cut back on, well, everything, we could afford dockage. What we really needed was a yard that would work with us, full of people that understood what we were doing. That’s where Maximo saved us.
Do-it-yourself yards in Florida, let alone the Tampa Bay area, are virtually non-existent, and Maximo isn’t even really a DIY yard. What Maximo is is a flexible yard, filled with people who understand the way a project can evolve. It’s also not a matter of what we were charged, since we would have paid at any yard, but a matter of how we were treated. Rob, Kent, and the rest of the team at Maximo worked with us to ensure the timing was right for every project. They sanded the boat but didn’t paint our bottom until we’d had time to thoroughly dry, inspect and repair the rudder, keel and saildrive hole (still can’t find better name for it; sue me). They took delivery of and stored our brand new Beta Marine engine. They never once batted an eye at a 5′ tall, 100lb woman calling (half of) the shots on a sailboat project. They were curious about our progress, involved in finding solutions to our never ending list of problems, and patient while we made decisions. The guys who spend their days blocking up boats, sanding and painting were just as willing to work with us as management, and the contractors the yard works with are the best in the area. We know. We’ve been here a very long time.
I don’t know the people who own Maximo Boat Yard, and I’m certain I’m not the person who should speak for them. Rob is a fantastic gentleman, and he will be able to take care of your needs. If you need a customer review, though, and the post above is not enough, hit the “contact” tab above and drop me a line.
Maximo is located on the east side of southern St. Petersburg, Florida off of Boca Ciega Bay, just north of Tierra Verde. Head east up the Maximo channel from the east side of Boca Ciega Bay until you see the fuel docks.
I can say this for certain: If not for Maximo, we would not moving forward with the Compass project today.
3701 50th Ave S
Saint Petersburg, Fl, 33711
Phone: (727) 826-0908
We never claimed to be expert wood identifiers. In fact, I believe you can tell how much we’re not expert wood identifiers by my continued use of the phrase “expert wood identifiers.” There’s gotta be a name for that, right?
So, we refinished the wood in the galley, which is great for us and all, but you’re probably thinking it isn’t really all that special considering we’re refinishing every piece of wood on the entire forty-seven foot long monster, and I wish you were right. You’re not, but I wish you were.
See how the veneer on the cabinet face on the right hand side of the picture is, like, a totally different species of wood from the veneer on the left side? Yeah, we do, too. Now. Now that it’s all permanently installed and we’re never ever ever changing it again. Grumph.
So, apparently the wood on the Compass is mahogany, which isn’t totally shocking. Believe it or not, Charlie and I actually spent quite a bit of time discussing what species we thought the wood could be. The wood is more red than I’d like it to be, but I thought mahogany was much more red than the wood on the Compass. And, remember, at some point someone stained most of the wood an orangey-rust color, which we found our when we first washed down the inside of the boat. When the wood was freshly sanded, it was a mid-toned peachy brown color, kinda like newly sanded teak. We figured the reddish hue, since it wasn’t as dark as the mahagonay samples we found, was a figment of our imagination, left over from when we first got the boat. Too bad there’s this thing called “African Mahogany” which is known for being less red than it’s American counterpart. Yup, our African boat has African wood. Whodathunkit?
As far as the installation went, it was neither exceptionally easy nor exceptionally hard. We’d never applied veneer before, so we spent a few weeks leading up the project reading up on the process. After our individual studies, I wanted to apply our own glue and Charlie wanted to use sticky-backed veneer. We went with Charlie’s plan on this one, since I’m much better at giving “I told you so”‘s than getting “what were you thinking”‘s. After we’d removed all of the old veneer, and sanded and cleaned the substrate, we went to town. At first we tried to peel away the backing from the veneer while simultaneously pressing down the exposed sticky area to the cabinet face. This was a frustrating mess, and every time we got to a drawer cut out, the whole thing got bubbled and warped. Finally, I decided that we’d just peel off all of the backing, exposing all of the sticky stuff, lay the veneer on our carpet glue side up, and just lay the substrate on top of it. This may seem amateurish, but it worked like a charm. It’s not like we have a woodshop to do this in, and we’re not planning on doing it many more times.
After we got the stuff stuck on, we cut the veneer away from the drawer and door openings. We were careful to preserve the pieces well so that we could use them on the actual drawer and door faces. Charlie completed that part on his own, and did a damn fine job making those little circles for the door pulls.
The truth is, we actually noticed that the teak we ordered was much different from the wood on our boat as soon as we opened the package, but the cost of sending the stuff back, combined with the restocking fee and the cost of having new mahogany veneer shipped was more than we were willing to shell out. Instead, we purchased some mahogany marine-grade stain (I know, I know) and tinted the teak a bit. We finished everything with West Marine Wood Pro under Interlux Gold Spar Satin. The Interlux isn’t as easy to work with as the Epifanes, in my opinion, but it looks just fine. I’d think it looked top-notch if we weren’t comparing it to the Epifanes. I think it has a more hazy finish than the Rubbed Effect on the rest of the boat, but it’s not noticeable enough to complain about. As I mentioned in a previous post, we’re not willing to go through the hassle of using a mislabeled Epifanes product again.
We’re pretty happy with the job overall, especially considering that neither of us had ever attempted anything like it before. Someday we may try to match the veneer we redid to that in the rest of the boat, but, hey, maybe someday we’ll win the lottery and I’ll convince Charlie that we should have the whole thing redone in maple (yes, I’m a living stereotype). For now, we’re just happy to be sixty-five percent done with the interior woodwork.
In an attempt to change things up a bit, we’ve shifted focus and have started rebedding deck hardware. This means that we’ve finally pulled down some of the headliner (yes, I think we’re doing some things backwards, too), and I’m pleased to report that the underside of the deck looks marvelous and strong. We always worry about what we’ll find, and we’re always left pleasantly surprised. You’d think we’d realize by now that this boat is just amazing. We were truly blessed when we found our Compass.
As for me personally, I’m headed down into the garage to put a forth coat of varnish on the v-berth headliner. It never ends, folks. Sixty-five percent, my ass.
We’ve closed out yet another season on the hard.
Once again I have to thank the universe for the boatyard where we both found and currently house the Compass. For almost eight months we’ve taken over quite a large patch of asphalt there, and they still treat us like family.
During the spring, we settled on a matte top coat for all of our interior wood. We applied Epifanes Rubbed Effect on most large surfaces, and it worked out pretty well. At first we were using Epifanes Rapidclear for the build coats, but then we heard that West Marine’s WoodPro was a rebadged version of the exact same product. We haven’t attempted to confirm this, but we suspect it’s true. Both go on with extreme ease, and sand well for the finish coats. We’ve had no adhesion issues so far, no peeling when sanding or weird shine-through. While it’s been a lot of work, it’s been a relatively simple, satisfying project. And the Rubbed Effect top coat is a pretty nice matte. I mean, it looks nice, doesn’t it? Too bad we won’t be using it anymore. I haven’t chronicled the galley refinish project yet, but I’ll give away one part of the story here: Epifanes must have had a labeling problem for a while, because we wasted about six hours applying, sanding, reapplying from a new can, and again sanding some sort of gloss varnish that was living in Epifanes Rubbed Effect cans. Our local West Marine was good enough to take both cans (which had different batch numbers on the bottom) back for a refund. In the post about the galley, I’ll be writing to you about how much we now love the finish of Interlux Goldspar Satin. Heh! At least we’re trying a little bit of everything.
Have I mentioned that the yard we’re at is awesome? Now some of you lucky salts may be wondering what the big deal is. Maybe you live up north and get to haul out every winter in a yard that lets you do all of your own work. We’ve been there, too, but here in Florida, things are quite different. Self-service yards are few and far between, and once you find one, expect to dole out big bucks if you’re staying more than a day. We’ve been on the hard almost eight months, and you haven’t seen me cry over money (yet). Yes, I know how lucky we’ve been.
Before the barrier coat went on the Compass, management at the yard gave us a few days to fill and fair the bottom of our boat. As with most things on the Compass, we got very lucky with the bottom. The bottom was in good shape, and everything we did was either preventative or cosmetic. We started out using epoxy and filler we mixed from ingredients we purchased from Fiberglass Coatings here in St. Petersburg. This was fine, but we were having a hard time maintaining consistency, so we switched to a two part 3M marine filler. First we machine sanded, then we finished off with hand sanding. This little bit of extra effort got us a very nice, fair bottom, if I do so say myself. We’re not experts by a long shot, but we’re always willing to learn new tricks in order to get the best possible result.
Charlie and I haven’t named the boat yet, and I have a feeling that when we do finally agree on something, it’s going to be pretty darn generic. He and I have different ideas about what makes a good boat name. I think it should be something personal – something that tells everyone a little bit about us. Charlie thinks it should have more to do with the boat, and prefers Afrikaans names. While we were doing the bottom, I came up with what I thought would be a great, and by great I mean extraordinarily generic, name for the boat. Both Charlie and his dad liked the name, and I was feeling pretty cool. Too bad Ultramar is the name of a Canadian gas station. Live and learn.
So, those are some of the highlights of our spring on the hard. Take a peek at the photo album Ive thrown together for a closer look, including pictures of our never before seen aft head, me, under a table, and our nav station … naked. Oooooh. Saucy.
As you can see below, the Compass now has a white bottom. Charlie has always wanted a boat with a white bottom, and if you’d seen him talk about it, you wouldn’t have been able to say no either. My only request was no blue. Charlie loves it, and I think white suits the Compass just fine.
… and, since I made the reference …
Since I’ve recently added quite a few photos to the album showing off our fabulous winter on the hard, I thought I’d spend a little time highlighting a few of the jobs we did. You’ll read this and say, “gee, I could have gotten a lot more done in four months,” and you’ll be right. You’re always right, you salty dog.
I discussed the problems that have kept us out of the water in a previous post. We’d hoped to splash the boat repowered and with a nice new bottom in December, and then leisurely tackle our interior projects from the comfort of a marina in downtown St. Petersburg. As it sits, I don’t remember what a boat bobbing around in its slip feels like, as the Compass has been a forty-seven foot long treehouse since November.
Here are some of the highlights from our winter on the hard. Be sure to take a look at the album for a more tedious (if you can believe it) version of the story.
There were things we rushed to get done when the boat came out of the water, since we actually believed it would be going back someday. We cleaned and removed the two blade, feathering Max Prop, as well as the old saildrive. We’ve taken the the prop apart, cleaned and inspected the mechanisms, and it appears to be in good shape. Charlie has always wanted a Max Prop, so we’re very pleased with our good fortune in that regard. We listed the old saildrive on eBay and some other websites, thinking someone would want it for parts, but it’s still in our garage, collecting dust (which only improves its looks).
We had plenty of time to walk around the outside of the boat being very critical of things, which is good, of course, but it always leads to Charlie dressed up in a Tyvek suit sanding fiberglass. We’re not big fiberglass lovers. Raw fiberglass gives me hives and sanded fiberglass does the same for Charlie. Together we’re like some new race of devolved, immunity-impaired bubble people (except that would mean we were related, which is either really gross, or really kinky). This winter, Charlie filled three old through-hulls, and drilled a new one for our speed transducer. He touched up some scrapes around the saildrive hole (I still don’t have a better name for this), repaired some delamination on the skeg, and fixed some cracks in the giant rudder. We’ve also done a little fairing here and there, but the boat didn’t need any major work in that regard, believe it or not. Not a blister to be found (I’ve jinxed us, haven’t I?).
The Compass came with a single cylinder Mase Mariner diesel generator installed in the starboard lazarette. According to the meter, the thing only has seven hours on it, so it was out of the boat, and up for sale! Lucky for me, I’m only five-feet tall and still relatively small-of-ass. This means I get tight-space duty, and there are plenty of those jobs available on this boat. After all the wiring, mounts, and copious amounts of loose, old sound-deadening were off, we removed the beast with the help of the boatyard manager and his trusty forklift.
Charlie used to work as a yacht rigger at SSMR, a rigging shop that’s well-known both here in town, and to all sort of sailors across the globe who connect with the shop’s owners on forums and mailing lists here on the Internet. Steve, Jennifer, and Andrew let their eager former employee use their shop to measure and cut and swage together some new lifelines for the Compass. Having a yacht rigger for a partner in a project like this comes in handy, let me tell you.
Most of our winter was taken up by one project. Well, one project that entails giving very careful attention to almost every interior surface of the boat. My, did we spend a lot of time varnishing.
Charlie is one of those. As I’ve mentioned before, his previous boat, a 1971 S&S 34, looked like museum inside. I still haven’t figured out if he loves to varnish, or if he really just loves varnished wood. Either way we end up high on fumes, so the reasons don’t seem all that important. Though the wood on the Compass was in rough shape when we found her, it’s really high quality stuff. With a little love, most of it has recovered nicely. The boards that make up the cabin sole are probably the best bit. They’re thick, and we’ve been able to machine sand them to remove lots of who-knows-what that they all seemed to be covered with. Any photos I take will not do the varnish job justice. I wasn’t sure that anyone could rescue the interior of the Compass, but Charlie has made a believer out of me.
So there it is. It may be disappointing that we spent the winter on the hard, but we gotten quite a bit done. We were blessed to find this budget beauty, and we’ve been lucky to have the help we did from Charlie’s father, the folks at the boatyard, and a few good industry connections. Now that the saildrive/engine bed project is finally underway, we’re able to make out a little glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
In early January, Charlie and I prepared to begin the installation of our new Beta Marine sixty horsepower engine and saildrive. Over a month later, the boat remains on the hard and without a power plant.
Though neither one of us had ever owned a boat with a saildrive before, we both have quite a bit of experience with engine installations and things mechanical; Charlie’s experience is with both boats and cars, while mine is mainly with cars. Neither one of us was completely thrilled with the idea of owning a boat with a saildrive (we prefer very small holes to very big holes when dealing with things that float), but we hadn’t been worried about the install. In fact, we were pretty excited to get things started.
We moved the saildrive out of its box in the shop at the boatyard, and found a shopping cart to push it across the concrete to the Compass. Once there, Charlie secured some line to the thing using one of those fancy sailor knots he’s known for tying things off with while pretending the whole thing is no big deal. He then pulled the saildrive up towards the deck, while I held it in my arms, guiding it away from the hull, and I climbed the ladder. With all credit going to Charlie’s fabulous upper body, the saildrive made it into the boat, and through its special, giant hole in the hull. This is where we discovered our particular problem.
We’d conducted quite a bit of research in the months leading up to the failed install attempt, and consulted plenty of sources, both primary (manufacturers) and secondary (probable liars on the Internet). Although, depending on the document or expert consulted, many different terms were used to describe the process, we always felt reassured when someone would say, “don’t worry; your saildrive will be a perfect match for the mounting surface of the old Volvo.” Anyway, it’s not like we could have just popped the thing out while the Compass was still in the water to get a better look. The old Volvo saildrive did have the same number of bolts, and in the proper pattern. How would we have been expected to notice that they were all shifted to the right half an inch?
See, there were these tiny studs sticking out of the mounting surface that we hadn’t paid much attention to. There was one next to almost every bolt hole. Somehow, in the back of our individual heads, both of us had decided that these were little dowels to help keep the saildrive securely in place while bolting it in. Things like this aren’t entirely strange (think the dowel on a crankshaft for a flywheel, or dowels on a block to assist in mounting an engine to a transmission), especially if you’re not really analyzing them.
The new saildrive even had holes drilled in pairs all around the mounting ring, but we’d find out later that this is because it’s a sort of universal mount.
Here’s where it would have helped to know one thing in particular: The saildrive isn’t supposed to be bolted down; it’s meant to be locked onto studs. I’ll admit, this one took us a few minutes. We tried to drill out the broken “bolts,” after we’d tried unsuccessfully to twist them all back out. What can I say besides noting how tired and frustrated we were at that point?
So, it turns out that someone, at some point in our boat’s history, broke all of the studs that fastened the saildrive to the engine bed. The fix for this would have been annoying and expensive, as we understand very well since we’re having to do it now, but it’s really the only way to ensure that the saildrive is secured to the boat correctly. Instead of cutting open the old engine bed and sinking in a new internal mounting ring, the mechanic in charge of this project chose to drill lag bolts through the saildrive ring – one next to every broken stud. The well-smoothed stubs became the “dowels” we had taken for granted. Gee, I wonder where all that water got into the boat from?
Since I can’t get a full-on side shot of our engine bed, I’ve included the photo to the right to help illustrate our dilemma. We’ve purchased a new internal mounting ring to sink into the highlighted part of the engine bed. This ring will have studs that will stick up past the new fiberglass mounting surface and match up with the holes in the saildrive ring. Although I’m pretty sure Charlie could do the job nicely, we’ll be paying an expert to do the fiberglass work. Unfortunately, the new ring we ordered needs a slight modification to fit into our engine bed, and getting this done is taking an inordinately long amount of time (which is a gripe for another post).
So, that’s where we are with the Compass. While the boat’s been on the hard this winter we’ve been able to paint the bilge, varnish the wood in the v-berth, fill some through-hulls, drill some through-hulls, update the battery bank, diagnose some steering issues, and have some new stanchions built. The folks at the boatyard we’re at have been amazing, and every time we’re there I’m mentally editing the post I’ll hopefully be writing singing their praises. I’m not gonna say that it hasn’t been nice being able to get a few of these jobs done while the boat’s dry, but it’s always disappointing when something ends up being this big and expensive of a job. One thing’s for sure, though: given the fact that we were already uncomfortable with having a saildrive, we’re gonna have a lot more faith in the thing than we would have otherwise. That’s a really nice feeling.
Even blogs that don’t get read have authors who are ashamed of how little they post. This blog is no different. In an attempt to jump start things around here, it’s time for some randoms!
Tu madre! I recently rewatched the gem of a film Y Tu Mamá También and, against my better judgement, shared the experience with Charlie. This is worse than the time we watched He Knew He Was Right. The go-to comeback in my house in my house will be “y tu mamá también” for at least the next six months. Joy.
American Victory: Did you know? Perhaps you do know that Tampa is home to SS American Victory, which, in this life, is serving as my favorite type of museum – the museum ship. For only ten dollars, folks can spend as much time as they like wandering around an actual WWII Victory cargo ship. For the record, this is about fifty times cooler than it sounds. Did you know that the United States Merchant Marines saw a greater degree of loss than any other branch of service during WWII? Not the Marines with the guns and the haircuts; the ones that drive the ships.
Despite, or perhaps because of, the United States use of the most advanced logistics methodologies of the time, German U-boats were specifically targeting cargo in an attempt to put a hole in the Allied supply chain. Here in Tampa, we have one of the ships that made it through the war intact, and she lives on to us tell her tale. While you may have known all that, did you know that on March 24 that ship is going on a cruise, and if you’ve got one-hundred-and-ten bucks to spare, you can go with her? Though I don’t have the cash to spend, I will be watching her sail off (probably through tears; I’m known for being a weepy sap when I witness awesome things), and I’d like to be waving to you! If you’re a ship’s captain (making that fat bank), a history buff, or you just love the United States Merchant Marines, take a trip on the American Victory, and be sure to tell me all about it!
Oh. The Boat. The only search terms that get people to my blog are “Compass 47″ and “penis hangs to the left.” Since I’m no longer interested in Dr. Oz’s genitalia, I figure I should write about the Compass.
So, that there to the left - that’s where she is. Still. For the last four months. I could make updates about painting the bilge and varnishing the v-berth, but I’m not moved to do such. I was, though, ready to post about the repowering project, which, had it gone off as planned, would have been completed in the beginning of January. I can’t complain too loudly, though. We’re at a boatyard where we’re being treated like family, and we’ve been able to complete a few small projects while we’re on the hard. We want that new sixty horsepower Beta Marine in though, and we want the boat in the water. I promise I’ll post about the boat this week. To be honest, I’m itching to write about her, almost as much as I’m itching to sail her.
… and, finally: I have been looking for one of these on and off for years. This guy is a genius, and my hero. I’m trying really hard not to post awful Internet-isms like “squeee,” though I can’t help but think them.
This all leads me to thinking how obviously a little nightlight wouldn’t have been able to guide in the Argo, so this feathered guy shouldn’t worry too much about living up to the high standards set by his ancestors.
See that, I can’t help geeking out right before your eyes. I’m ashamed.