the boat is back

Today I got the boat hull section back down the road. It had been sitting (well, listing) on the road side since the big mishap back in November, 2008. A source of much laughter and many questions, I must admit to a general feeling of uneasiness every time I drove by it. Subtle, little nagging feelings like: "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! THIS BOAT PROJECT WILL NEVER WORK!" Little stuff like that. And after trying to right it up off it's leaning position didn't work--the Mack truck just spun his wheels--I was feeling even worse about it.

That all started changing last night. I took my trusty railroad jack, the big red guy that can easily lift 15 ton, and set it between the bank and the side of the hull. Lots of cranking and positioning of blocks and reminding myself to stay safe (slipping down the bank between the boat hull and the bank could have been disastrous had the boat chose that moment to tip back off the jack) and I got it up. Couldn't quite get it to fall over all the way back to good, though.

That had to wait for this morning and my friend, Hugh. Everybody should have a friend that will, on a work day, come over first thing in the morning to help you do something that's just for you--they don't get anything out of it. They just do it for you--because you asked. Everybody should be so blessed.

We met down there at 7:15. We hooked his pickup truck to the side of the boat and he began pulling it the last little bit over. To keep it from going to far and rocking all the way over, I had a chain hoist attached to the hull and a stout ponderosa pine. That way, after it came over the top of the fall, I could lower it down to the flat bottom of the hull.

Then we hooked the Mack up with a very stout chain, 1 1/2" dia. links. Hugh got in the truck to drive, and I got behind the little parade to keep track of what was going to transpire. I was worried that the hull would fall over to one side or the other, so I lashed a 12' 6 x 8 timber to the bottom of the hull to act like an outrigger to keep things from tipping over. I hoped. If it did go over, we'd never get it back upright again with out the crane and there would not be the room in the road to get the crane up there. Well, as some one once told me "The brave don't live forever; the cautious don't live at all...."

Well, the brave thing was working. I was glad to see that Dr. Brown could pull that 20,000 lb steel box on down the road. And no tipping problems, either. Here's some video of it:

We ran into problems at the bottom. The Mack couldn't pull it. A big ol Mack dump truck with a 20 speed tranny and it couldn't do it! To be fair to the old doctor, it really wasn't his fault...there wasn't enough traction: his wheel started just tearing up the gravel road.

We backed him up and took as much running start as we dared. Nope. We backed him up and shortened the chain as much as we could, thinking that that would put more weight on the back wheels. Nope.

And there the boat sat in the middle of the road. Blocking the road.

Nothing left to do but go on up and wake up Alice, my 1965 M100b Allis Chalmers road grader. At this point, I'm feeling bad because I had told Hugh it would be a piece of cake and he'd be able to get off to his work at a reasonable morning hour. And here we were getting the grader warmed up and ready.

Eventually, we got the grader on down the road and positioned in front of the boat hull in Dr. Brown's place. I wasn't sure how the grader would pull in comparison to the Mack. Wow, incredible difference. Barely even had to work at it. Alice pulled that boat hull on down the rest of the road and I was able to swing it over and park the hull section right about exactly where it had been last fall on the fateful day when we had lifted it up and into the bed of the Mack and tried to carry it up the mountain. Here's Alice in action:

A year later and a bit smarter, I called it a morning. Off to go help Hugh and that turned out to be the best part of the whole day.

it doesn't always go like you imagine

Next step, albeit very much delayed, in the Sea Mule hull section number 4's journey is to get it back down the road. It as spent all Winter into Spring listing on the roadside halfway up my mountain after I had to dump in off my injured Mack truck.

The task now is to pull the leaning hull section back upright and then drag it down the road back to its starting point.

I asked my friend, Hugh, to come be driver while I was the "outside eyes" monitoring things. Hugh has many years in the seat of a Mack plowing snow for Okanogan Highway Department. Besides, he hasn't had the experience of helping me in my Sea Mule-often-turned dramas. Fresh blood, as it were.

I drove the truck down thru the switchbacks--three point turns all--and got the truck positioned at a right angle to the boat hull. It was listing at a bit more than a 45 degrees and I imagined that it wouldn't take much of a pull to right it. Imagined.

It required so much pull that, instead of pulling the hull upright, it just spun the back tires on the dump truck. No matter what position, no matter how hard we tried.

Funny how that goes. Something you think aughta work...doesn't. Something that looks easy...isn't. Something you think will turn out a certain way...turns out different. And half the time, at least, that's a good thing.

Next strategy: We talked over loading the Mack with gravel, say 5 yards, to get some more weight on the the back end, but that would require my digging up and loading that much rock. Instead, what I am going to do is bring down Alice, my road grader (Allis Chalmers). She has 4 powered wheels, thru the tandem chain boxes and lots of weight--26,000 lbs--to keep her footing. That should pull the boat hull back upright....

Dr. brown is back in town

Got a fish plate cut out (called such because it is supposed to be shaped like a fish with no straight lines that'll promote new frame cracks) and bolted up into place. Welding it in would have been so much easier, but those in the know say not to as it'll crack again. Bolts are the answer. Flanged frame bolts. There were a few pre-drilled holes in the frame, courtesy of Mack Co., but the rest I had to drill. Not a simple task drilling 1/2" holes thru 3/4" steel, but with a cobalt drill bit, slow drill speed and lots of squirts of oil I managed.

I was on the home stretch, with the clock calling 5:15 when the barn phone rang. My friend, Gary. I didn't really want to talk, but he needed to. So we did, a discussion about our church's stanch on accepting people to workshop who are gay or lesbian. This conversation ate up my remaining time I had before I needed to go pick up my son, Soren.

As I walked away from my almost-finished frame repair (one bolt left to drill and then put the wheels back on), I felt frustrated. The walk back up to the house fixed that. I reflected on what was interrupting me from "my work:" my friend, Gary, who would help me in any way he could by my just asking, a thoughtful conversation about how Jesus' most important message was to love each other (the greatest of these is love) and then, lastly, my five-year-old son, Soren. The truck is a thing, just a thing. Ultimately, all we got on this journey is each other. My job--no, my reward--is that.

wills and ways

A day about the letter "t"... Tuesday, Terry, Trunnions

Today Terry came up to help me replace trunnion bolts. Now, if you don't know what trunnions are, well, you're in good company. The trunnion is the probably the most important part of an entire dump truck. It is a steel rod as thick as your ankle and it supports the entire business end of the truck: all the weight the rig labors to carry is transfered thru the trunnion to the back wheels--all 8 of them.

Holding the trunnion to the truck is the trunnion cap which is, in turn, secured by 8 bolts--grade 8, 7/8's thick times 4" long.

First getting the old ones out. No way to unbolts them. They've been permanently rusted, fused, and frozen together for many years. They've gotta come off with the oxyacetylene torch. Problem is it's very cramped quarters down there in trunnion territory and when you've got a torch going and sparks are flying it's guaranteed that they're going to find away to the place you don't want them. In my case today it was my nostril and my neck and my ear and up my shirt sleeve. Not all at once, mind you--separate events. Separate sets of cursing and trying to wriggle myself out fast from under the truck to get at what's on fire and burning against skin.

Got the bolts off, Terry shows up and we get to work. The replacement bolts, shiny and new in the box, are supposed to be torqued to 1200 ft lbs. So guess how you put 1200 pounds of force on a bolt wriggling around under a truck axle. The pro's have an expensive 1" drive air wrench (that's not me). We did it with a 10 ft piece of pipe and some easy Math. 120 pounds of force 10 ft out on the end of a wrench extension equals 1200 ft pounds.

Tomorrow I'll fabricate the frame rail reinforcement and bolt it up. Then Dr. Brown will be ready to go to town. Or go down the road to haul the Sea Mule section back down to the bottom.