Haul-out 2018.  

It’s usually a very sad time of year, putting our dear R.E.D. to bed for the long winter months but this year we are at least a month later than usual to pull her from the water and it felt right…and kind of fun..with an energy we haven’t found in past years.

Hooking Up HIS Trailer

Maybe it’s because we had a much longer season, or maybe it could be that we now have a special place right in our own yard and the process is so much easier.  There was no going back and forth through all of that depressing congested Montreal traffic.

Fall Colours

She spent her summer here, just six kilometres from our home, at a small co-op-type club.  It meant just one trip too.  Trailer hooked up to the tow beast and within a few minutes we were ready for our annual ritual.

Ballast Empty

First, a chilly outing on the bay to empty her belly of salt water.

Winterizing MY Engine

Next, Francois put the motor through it’s winterizing paces.

Installing Mast Extension

The mast extension makes for a much better shape when tarping.


R.E.D. waited patiently at the service dock while the trailer was brought to the loading ramp


Then came the offical haul-out.  So easy for two of us to handle, all completed with no incident.

Power Wash

Power wash came next before all the accumulated ‘yuck’ from a summer in the water had dried.  Demasting with all of the lines secured and we were ready to head for home.

The Skeleton

This year’s tarp skeleton is Francois’ best creation to date.  It makes the job so much easier too when there is a small hardware store down at the corner to buy extra tie wraps and PVC piping.

Winter Tarp

Even covering and threading the lines under R.E.D.’s belly seemed less of a chore this year.  

The Igloo

All liquids and other essentials removed from the cabin and lines flushed through with anti-freeze, she will rest all cozy and ready for whatever winter storms will throw our way.  

For those who prefer to read our story in a language other than English, please forgive the automatic translation.



Still squeezing those last few days on the water.  The weather has been superb.  Days of gentle breezes and 25 ° C temperatures make it so hard to say goodbye to yet another spectacular season aboard R.E.D.

Last Hurrah

It was the perfect occasion to let the sails have their last breath before being packed away.

Easy Rider

…and Pig makes three.


Major Pig (ret’d)

Full main and genoa made an easy sail across our lake but on our return the sails came down, all flaked perfectly and stuffed into their bags ready for  next season.


Naked Lady on the Dock

I half considered titling this post ‘ Nake Lady on the Dock’ but we get more than enough spam as it is so here you have it, our beautiful R.E.D. de-nuded of her canvas and ready for stage two of her ‘springerizing’ process.  Be back soon.  We aren’t nearly close to being over this ongoing adventure of ours.  Many more sunrises. Many more sunsets. Many more rising moons.

Rising Crescent




This will actually be our last four days onboard R.E.D.

for this 2015 sailing season.

For the past several days we have been enjoying

our cozy warm cabin

…a little candle light…
…a little wine…

…amidst near freezing night time temperatures.

We sit here, looking at each other,

wrapped in layers of fleece and blankets

in our tiny cabin on the water

when we could be at our land home

surrounded by all the conveniences

that land-based living offers

and we ask ourselves ‘why are we here?’

…and the answer is always the same…

‘because this is where we would rather to be’.

During our Canadian Thanksgiving dinner prep at our land home base

I managed to add a slice of my own finger to my

vegetable scallop.

Trip to hospital…

dinner cancelled…

Mandolin in the garbage where it belongs.

In spite of what we have heard about long wait times at hospital emergency rooms,

(18-24 hours in some cases)

we found that when you arrive with an amputated part of your body,

packed in ice in a plastic food baggy,

the triage nurse tends to fast track you.

In and out within two hours

but sadly my finger bit wasn’t worthy of re-attaching.

Second visit two days later for dressing change,

and sent home with a goody bag…

…and what do we do as soon as we can?

…return to R.E.D.

This latest accident pretty much guarantees

that any further winterizing boat chores

will be limited to a supervisory level for me…

…including washing of dishes (yay!)

…and Captain is also in charge of dressing changes (I’m a lefty)

…as if he didn’t have enough things to take care of.

My Captain has been a Prince though.

…his biggest challenge keeping me from doing things for myself,

independent Kat that I am.

Snow forecast for the weekend

and wouldn’t I just love to snap a picture of us on the boat

with white stuff falling all around?

…this is the best I could do…a little snow dandruff on the helm cover.
On our second to last day onboard,
the winds went from a frisky west direction…
…to black skies and squall conditions, winds from the north…
…to easterly and back to westerly, within minutes…

Only a handful of boats left to be tucked away for the season

and we chose to be amongst the last of the last.

Temperatures dipping below freezing at night made us realize that it’s time.

…and yet we will stay onboard until the bitter cold end.

I’d say from our CPS Fundamentals of Weather Course,
that this sky is a definite indication of a cold front approaching.
Today we woke to sub zero temperatures
raw winds and yes, snow…

At 07:30 Francois stood in line at the club office

(sort of like the Seinfeld Soup Nazi).

You stand there expectedly holding out your hand,

receive your ticket for haul out order,

nod thankfully and walk away.

We scored #3…

..because my injury makes docking difficult
and because the surface was super slick with morning frost,
I met Francois at the service dock.
…the guys prepared the straps…
…R.E.D. was hoisted high into the air…
…Francois remained ever-present throughout…
…and she was carried away to her special place.

Finishing the winterizing and enveloping R.E.D. in her winter coat

will have to wait a few more days

but for now she is secure on dry land.

This will be her sweet place for the next six months…

last out…

first in.


Francois went back to the dock to remove our lines

and returned saying: ‘it’s ballistic cold down there!’

So what exactly does ‘ballistic cold’ mean?

I went down to the empty docks

and found out just what ‘ballistic cold’ means.

…a cold that blows straight to the heart of your bones

and sends you shivering uncontrollably back to shelter.

We left the essentials on board,

some heat,

a little ambiance,

a sip of scotch for the next chilly evening onboard

and of course first aid for the clumsy one…

Back at our land home base,

we unpacked another huge load of boat gear…

an oh so cold, long and very tiring day complete.

I looked in the cupboard and saw not a lot of anything interesting for supper.

Then I remembered ‘Touski’

(explanation here)

Not too bad for having ‘nothing’ for supper…
I poured the wine
because for the foreseeable future
I’m not allowed to use anything sharp
in the galley.

Almost time to begin our dreaming and planning,

maybe a few modifications thrown into the mix.