I drove to the Blough yesterday to collect chemical samples. Armed with a box of tiny little jars, I climbed the ladder, amazed by the cold and wind. Once inside, I methodically collected fuel, coolant, a variety of engine oils, and other items which will help the doc figure out just what made me sick.
Moving through the compartments and spaces of the engine room I was struck by how familiar it feels. I know what’s where; the tools I need, and where the chief stashes the good markers. There’s a quality to the Blough that I can’t easily explain. It feels like home, maybe because it’s where I had my first positive experience sailing. I’ve also made many friends on this massive, floating expanse of steel.
From the deck of the Blough; sub-zero temps with a stiff wind in the harbor at Duluth-Superior. The neighbors are the Gott and the American Mariner.
I go in for testing this week. Armed with my jars filled with chemicals, I hope to get some answers.
