Babalu
Modified Tangaroa MK I Haulout Dec. 2001 Launch May 2005 Projected Completion: Spring 2006
I bought this boat 5 years ago and worked on it in the harbor. The weather on the Oregon coast is always blustery and I didn't get much accomplished. Finally the decision was made to get the boat out of the water and under a roof. There was a building I had my eye on but the problem was hauling the boat a mile down the highway. I analysed and rejected several plans, including using two trailers on a yoke with cradles so the hulls could be dissassembled from the beams and each hull towed and reassembled. This was a time consuming and expensive plan. After inquiring with friends, I heard of a badly rusted but big boat trailer free for the taking. After considerable rebuilding of the trailer and the installation of stout crossbeams on which to carry the boat, she was hauled in December of 2001 with "Wide Load" signs and flashing lights in the early AM. The work to be done is extensive, but now that I can work on her full time, the target launch date is summer of 05. More photos will be added to as the project moves along. |
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Launch May, 2005
My catamaran "Babalu" is in the water after a successful launch last Saturday, May 7, at the crack of dawn. This marks the start of the "light at the end of the tunnel" phase for the 6 year long project. By this time next year I'll be getting ready to sail south to Baja California and the Sea of Cortez with the wheel in one hand, a pina colada in the other. Jeremy, Oleh and I worked like dogs to make the Saturday deadline. Saturday morning is when there is the least traffic on the mile long stretch of Highway 101 that was our route to the Bandon Marina launch ramp. We were hoping to be there before there were many fishermen wanting to launch their boats. Bandon's marina is pretty busy, seems like Oregonians are all sports fishermen or quilters. The operation wasn't without it's glitches. As I was lowering the boat onto Oleh's trailer, specially rigged with huge fir beams to take the width of the two hulls, the right rear side kept going lower and lower with ominous creaking sounds. Inspection of the axle area showed a crack the size of Oklahoma in the trailer frame and a broken spring bracket weld. Luckily this was between the two wheels and accessable for a quick weld repair. The outside weld was easy but the inside required the talents of a contortionist, which, fortunately I possess. With the weld completed, and my smoking welder's gloves doused in cold water, we lowered the full two tons of the catamaran onto the trailer. More creaking but the frame held, tho the trailer bed had a curve to it kind of like the Golden Gate Bridge. Any doubts as to whether the trailer would withstand the rigors of the trip were settled by the kids on a mattress bounce test. She was solid. Next day we arrived at the shop before sunup and removed the front doors and a section of wall made to come out. The building had at one time housed a local shuttle bus service and had an offcenter center post (story of my life) so two big busses could squeeze in. This is probably the only building in Bandon that I could have fit the boat into. I wish my landlord, Leo, fertility and a bountiful harvest. It was a straight pull out of the shop and onto 101, leaving our sleepy watchman volunteer, Charlie, behind to keep an eye my precious belt sander until we could get back and put the doors back on. We had a Wide Load permit with Jeremy in the lead car and me in the chase car with a walkie talkie so I could give Oleh instructions about where the boat's sides were in relation to telephone poles, speed limit signs, mailboxes, etc. The boat was a wee bit larger than the permit said it was, but we managed to keep her mostly on our side of the double line. I think we missed the Bandon City Limits sign by six inches. Oleh drove like he was born with clutch pedals for feet. He's the guy in one of the pictures taken at the celebration breakfast. Once we made the left turn towards the harbor I could relax my clenched buttocks muscles a bit until the last obstacle, a sharp right turn into the boat launch lot. We missed the Launch Ramp sign by a comfortable margin and pulled into launch position at the head of the ramp. Since the boat was so long and the trailer tongue a standard length, we couldn't just back the rig down the ramp without putting the entire rear of Oleh's pickup under water, so we blocked the wheels just beyond the crest of the ramp, turned the pickup around and attached a hundred foot winch cable to the bumper winch and let her down the ramp real slow and smooth. Slowly slowly Babalu neared her mother element and at last the hull met the water which was at low tide, um, very low tide, lowest tide of the month. Half way in and half way out, she stopped moving down the ramp. The trailer wheels had gone off the end of the concrete and were in the bottom sand. Me and Don and Jeremy tried to wiggle and pull the boat off the trailer. No dice. The sun was well up and I knew the ramp lot would be full of fishermen wanting to launch their boats. I was about to be written into the sh*t list of a dozen unhappy anglers, probably gun toting militiamen lumberjacks. We waited nervously for a half hour. Miraculously the lot stayed empty, possibly an epidemic of hangovers were being orchestrated by my autistic hunchback guardian angel. You can see Don and me pulling on ropes in another picture, trying to coax Babalu into the Pacific Ocean. Eventually she slid free and only one fisherman was seen loading his Winchester. All in all it went well. I'm really glad we didn't meet any semi trucks coming the other way that morning. |
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