Haul-out in Mandurah

It's time for Nine of Cups to be hauled out of the water for her annual bottom job. We thought perhaps we'd delay this year and do it in South Africa, but the prices here and there were comparable. Additionally, the haul-out facility here known as Mandurah Boat Stacking, is convenient (right across from the club marina) and has a good reputation. There's always a bit of angst when hauling out. What if we get dropped? What if we screw up getting into the haul-out bay? What if the wind pipes up or it's raining hard? Little dragons to sort out and handle.

haulout facility

We planned the haul-out for 0800 … it's usually calmest in the morning. It was calm, but pouring in torrents. We waited till a break in the downpour … about 15 minutes … then cast off the lines and headed around the marina to the outside channel leading to Mandurah Stackers. David accounted for the wind on the beam and made a wide turn into the haul-out pen, knowing the wind would move the boat to port. The wind died then, the boat did not drift to port, Marcie and the dockman could not fend us off and we nicked the rub rail wood on the starboard side. Looking at it later, David noted we've had worse damage than that in the past and it looked like an easy repair. All's good.

damage to rub rail

We stood in the pelting rain and watched as Nine of Cups came out of the water. She always looks huge when we can view all of her at once (and even larger when we're beginning to contemplate painting her bottom).

coming out of the water

Power-washing was the next step and we stood dripping wet, with nothing to do and no place to go for cover. We were already so wet, it really didn't make much difference.

powerwashing

Then Kevin, who was also waiting out the rain, came to our rescue. “Come on out of the rain into my houseboat. Get dry and have a hot cuppa”, he offered. He didnt' have to ask twice. Kevin was a complete stranger, but this is how Aussies are … welcoming and hospitable. On top of that, we'd never been inside a houseboat before, so we were quite pleased with the opportunity.

kevins houseboat

It took a couple of hours to get the boat from the TamiLift to the hardstands. It was raining so hard, we could barely see from the houseboat windows to Nine of Cups. Finally, we heard the lift's engine fire up and Cups slowly came toddling down the lane and was deposited right beside Kevin's houseboat. It was time to head back outside as we watched the workmen placing the support stands in place.

putting stands in place

Once Cups was securely in place, we began wet sanding her bottom. We couldn't have gotten much wetter and, in fact, the rain aided in the process of the wet sanding. Believe it or not, by Noon, the rain cleared and the sun came out. This is how the weather has been going here lately … cloudy with showers in the morning, then drier in the afternoon. We took advantage of the dry sunshine. Marcie masked between the boot stripe and the bottom and the blue bootstripe and red bootstripe while David began sanding the red bootstripe which we've determined needs repainting. We had it all sanded and prepped by the end of the day … ready to start bright and early tomorrow morning with the anti-fouling.

We're not allowed to live on the boat while on the hard here, so we reserved at an equipped, self-catering “chalet” about a 20 minute walk from the boatyard not far from the Mandurah foreshore. We loaded our backpacks with clean clothes, toiletries, the laptops and all the ingredients for making dinner including wine. A good day's work, a hot shower and … a TV! Wow! We're living it up. Hopefully tomorrow, no more rain.

Time Trials in Mandurah's Peel Inlet

When Ross stopped by to say hi the other day, he asked if we'd ever participated in time trials. “No, we don't race our boat”, we replied. “This isn't a race at all”, he countered quickly. “Want to join us and see?” You know us … we never say no to a new adventure. So, we joined Ross and Laura and their friends, Ron and Robin, on an overcast afternoon to participate in the time trials. We arrived just as Ron and Ross were affixing the registration numbers to the boat.

affixing numbers

We had to research a bit to figure out exactly what a time trial was. Evidently, MOFSC coordinates time trials to provide some socializing and activities for the austral winter months. This was to be the first time trial of the winter season. Here's the description:

“All courses start at the first spit post past the old bridge and then run on the inland water of the estuary out to Science platform and return through the estuary to finish where the event started. Any craft capable of navigating under engine power at a speed between 5 and 15 knots may participate.”

canal route

Because the boat is too high to clear the low Mandurah Bridge aka Old Wood Bridge, we took a circuitous, rather scenic route through the canals to get to the start point … and then we were off.

route

Ross's power boat, Markel, is registered at 7-knots and based on that speed, the object of the trial is to pass specific markers at given time intervals. For each second the boat is early or late, there are penalty points. Whichever boat has less points wins. With a timer synchronized with the club's official timepiece, Laura recorded the exact time we passed each marker and then would call out to Ross how much time to get to the next marker. “One minute … 30 seconds … 15 seconds … 5 seconds.”

laura recording time

“We're going to be a bit late” Ross would call out or “A little early on that one” and he'd chuckle. Only two other boats were competing today and one cut inside us sharply to round the Science Platform in the Peel Inlet … obviously intent on making his time. Ross, however, doesn't take this very seriously, but rather enjoys the opportunity to take the boat out for a few hours and spend time with friends.

ross passing markers

How did we do? No idea. They turn in their timesheet later. When we returned to Markel's berth, we tied her up, then had tea and Laura's blueberry muffins on the aft deck and chatted the afternoon away. Ross was absolutely right … this is not racing.

Sunny Day on the Mandurah Boardwalk

We hadn't strayed far from the marina and the boat since we'd arrived and when a gorgeous sunny day appeared over the weekend, we decided to spend a few hours wandering along the Mandurah Boardwalk and foreshore. It's not far away … only a 10 minute walk or so … from our marina. We got to take a good look at Cups parked beside the end of the t-dock and she was looking fine in the noonday sun.  

cups at the end of the tdock

 

A beautiful walkway and pedestrian bridge took us up over the calm waters of the Dolphin Pool and to the Boardwalk. It was gorgeous and warm and everyone seemed to be out enjoying the sunshine and the day. Shops and restaurants were all open, inviting patrons to brunch and lunch and browse.

 

footbridge to foreshore

 

There were several Farmer's Markets going on concurrently and we passed from one to the other, buying a flat white at one tent to sip as we ambled along and some tomatoes at another and stopping to look at crafts further along.

 

farmer's market

 

Beyond buying freshies, we could have loaded up on gourmet cupcakes, gotten tattooed and even had a pony or a camel ride. Never having ridden a camel, I was quite tempted, but declined when I noticed only 4-year olds were riding and insurance required wearing Hello Kitty helmets. I'd fit right in with the 4-year-olds, but the helmets? No, thanks.

 

camel

 

The waters of the Peel Inlet and Harvey Estuary, one of Australia's larger inlet systems, form the center of Mandurah. According to Wiki, this estuary is approximately twice the size of Sydney Harbour. The city lies in and around this freshwater system which in turn feeds into the Indian Ocean. The whole foreshore area is a tourist magnet and people were taking full advantage of water sports, boating, estuary tours and fishing on a sunny autumn day.

 

boogie boards

 

There's a public art walk on the eastern foreshore of Mandjar Bay that is well-signed and very appropriate to the bay and its Aboriginal Noongar heritage.

 

foreshore art

 

A small sailboat was tied up to a wooden jetty along the foreshore loading passengers and David walked out to query the captain about the depths in the area. They chatted for a bit and when David returned he didn't know much more about the depths, but had an invitation to dinner. That's how it is with Aussies … friendly, generous and welcoming people.

 

sailboat on the jetty

 

There's lots more to see, but after what seemed like a hundred kilometers on foot and our backpacks full of freshies, we were ready to head back to the boat. Time for a late lunch … and a siesta.