Turn on water. It ranges between “stimulatingly” cold (you can take that kind of stimulating, thank you very much!) and “Owww! HOT!” Wayne’s working on that. It is getting better.
Wayne hollers either… “Stop turning on and off the water! You need a continuous stream” or, more often or followed by, “You ran the water too long! The bilge pump just overflowed!” It does not take many seconds before our geriatric, clogged bilge overflows.
I yell back, “I just finished!” while Wayne begins one of least favorite tasks, mopping up the bilge – again. Standing water’s scent is not improved with age, and our bilge didn’t quite ever dry, making this talk particularly unpleasant.
Wow, an onboard shower, and not just a cockpit shower. Looks inviting, doesn’t it? Tease!
Our bilge pump sucked, or rather, the problem was that it didn’t suck, at least not properly. It whines annoyingly, like Eyore, but an octave lower. Worse, instead of properly erridicating the graywater from our showers, its feeble inefectual pump cycling repetitions were draining our already power-challenged battery – aka – our electrical power system.
Sweet talk and prayers clearly weren’t working. Nor was the Carribean version of that infamous Egyptian river, Da Nile. Wayne reluctantly but stoically embarked on Stage Three in The Battle of The Bilge: intimidation and brute force. It was not his first foray bring out the big guns in the Battle of the Bilge.
Our geriatric bilge pump. It’s working better now thanks to Wayne’s latest round of repairs, but its days are limited.
“I’ll get you, you little bastard!” Wayne threatened (the sump pump, not me, that is), shaking his socket If only cantankerous bilge pumps could be intimitdated into cooperation.
Thus, Wayne spent the afternoon
cleaningout the bilge water*
replacingthe bilge pump with a spare our former owner left on board — which didn’t work
reinstallingour current, decrepit bilge pump
cleaning out the drainlines from the sump
removedthe backflow valve – it was stuffed up beyond repair
*Fortunately for you, I missed my opportunity to take a picture of the sump pump water. “It’s pretty gross,” Wayne says. He should know better than anyone.
When he was done, Wayne promised me the bilge pump wouldn’t overflow. I didn’t believe him. Wayne took a shower. Eyore was quiet.
Wayne still says he’s replacing the pump, and adjusting the shower control knobs.
Hot, cold and flow control knob. We’re getting closer to controlling all three. We’re not quite there yet.
I look forward to showers being one step;). I’m sure Wayne does even more than I do. I will still do the buckethead routine for shamppoing (click here to read about that), but maybe I can do it in the shower now which will come in handy in crowded anchorages.
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