After 12 years on the hard, and 2 year and 4 months after I purchased it, Alberg 30 #439 has re-entered the waters of the Chesapeake.
Due to some problems with a forestay, I was unable to get the boom on or finish the running rigging, but we went motoring anyway.
Here are pics of our journey. Thanks to Tim for the forum and his sage advice and time, and to everyone who has helped answer whatever stupid question I came up with.
We will be returning to the boat in August/September. All that remains undone is ....
* put the boom on, get someone to finish running rigging so it actually can be used as a sailboat.
* attach port genoa track
* get the electrical system working
* get the plumbing system working (manual bilge pump works)
* myriad other smallish tasks
* learn to sail!
Here are some pics, including one from the first day I saw her.
In the beginning
The boat was in pieces. No deck hardware was attached (even windows), hundreds of pieces were scattered in hundreds of boxes.
500 man hours of labor later
Her journey back to the Chesapeake begins!
She waits
The travel lift eyes the Alberg 30.
Lifting her up
20 Small Boats To Take You Anywhere
Slow ride
Splash!
Victory!
The mast
I had ordered a new forestay, the old one was untwisted due to a jammed auto-furler.
But it does not fit!
The yard somehow gave me a new forestay that was 6 inches too long.
Give that man a raise (literally)
Someone takes life in his hands to remove the too-long forestay.
Our new home
We have to wait a couple of days for a new forestay, so we journey to our slip (G2) at Yankee Point Marina, and manage to not smash into other boats or pilings. I bring a 25-pound CQR aboard.
Motoring
The lack of a proper forestay cannot stop us from motoring. We used a jib halyard for the day.
The reward
Earlier links:
From 2006 -- http://triton381.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1893
From 2005 -- http://triton381.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1209
Alberg 30 #439 lives again!
Alberg 30 #439 lives again!
--Bringing back Alberg 30 #439--
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YEAH!!!
I saw here in the slip this weekend and was hoping you'd still be there.
She looks great!!!
Please let me know when you are coming up again. If she isn't ready my alberg is and I will give you the condensed sailing school lesson.
You also have to consider yourself my guest at the yacht club there...at least to take an AC break occasionally!!!
I have a friend who needs a forestay for a vanguard how long is yours? Who know maybe it will fit!!!
I saw here in the slip this weekend and was hoping you'd still be there.
She looks great!!!
Please let me know when you are coming up again. If she isn't ready my alberg is and I will give you the condensed sailing school lesson.
You also have to consider yourself my guest at the yacht club there...at least to take an AC break occasionally!!!
I have a friend who needs a forestay for a vanguard how long is yours? Who know maybe it will fit!!!
Ric Bergstrom
http://andiamoadventures.blogspot.com/
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congrats!!!
There is all the money, which one has had to sweat for. There is the sweat of the actual work, smeared into the fibers of the boat itself. Of course the blood too, from whatever nick there happened to be on the tired and bruised hands. As one proceeds, there is the desperate edge to the whole project that is like someone attempting to assemble a kayak on the deck of the Titanic. Each moment spent with an eye over the side of a sinking ship while listening to the rising screams of the women. Then the dawn breaks. The tide shifts. The accumulation of a thousand thousand little actions realizes itself in the first few moments after the engine is shut off, and the glory of sail once again unfolds her curving wings. Ahh flight. There you are at the helm of of an equation made real, a vision of graceful tension brought to life. Pygmallion should have been a sailor. I suppose all our boats could be called Galatea.
fair winds and following seas,
another one pulled from the edge of the dust bin
hooraa
r
There is all the money, which one has had to sweat for. There is the sweat of the actual work, smeared into the fibers of the boat itself. Of course the blood too, from whatever nick there happened to be on the tired and bruised hands. As one proceeds, there is the desperate edge to the whole project that is like someone attempting to assemble a kayak on the deck of the Titanic. Each moment spent with an eye over the side of a sinking ship while listening to the rising screams of the women. Then the dawn breaks. The tide shifts. The accumulation of a thousand thousand little actions realizes itself in the first few moments after the engine is shut off, and the glory of sail once again unfolds her curving wings. Ahh flight. There you are at the helm of of an equation made real, a vision of graceful tension brought to life. Pygmallion should have been a sailor. I suppose all our boats could be called Galatea.
fair winds and following seas,
another one pulled from the edge of the dust bin
hooraa
r