I DOUBT THAT THERE IS
anything more shippy on a yacht than a small cabin heater. It doesn’t matter
whether it’s black and pot-bellied, or stainless-steel and shiny. A heater
always seems to add a large dose of old-fashioned character to a boat.
My favorite type is the
one that uses kerosene. I grew up with Primus stoves on boats so I love them
and understand them. There was one on a little Cape Dory 25D we once owned.
June and I found her on an island in north Puget Sound, and sailed her home one
bitter-cold day in February, when there was ice on deck. We stopped overnight
at a marina in Anacortes, where we ran into an old sailing friend. He offered to
lend us an electric heater because, he said, a cold night was forecast, but we
scoffed and waved him away. “We have a nice Force 10 heater installed,” we
said.
After a meal ashore, we
came back to the boat and lit the heater. It had started life as a kerosene
model, but the previous owner had converted it to gas. A small can of propane
screwed onto the bottom.
We soon noticed something
strange. It didn’t seem to be producing a lot of heat, and what heat it did
produce rose to the top of the cabin and stayed there. What was even stranger
was the fact that the can of propane was collecting a coat of ice. If we stood
up in the cabin, the air was luke-warm from the belly-button up, and freezing
cold from the belly-button down. As time went on, the layer of ice on the can
grew thicker, so we shut the heater off, fearing that it was actually producing
more cold than heat on average. Our bunks were below belly-button level, so we
spent a very cold night aboard, having brought only light-weight sleeping bags
with us.
One of the first jobs I
did on that boat was to convert the Force 10 back to kerosene fuel.
It was a fairly easy job
once I’d bought the right tools for flaring the copper tubing and so on. The
new burner put out a lot more heat and never tried to make ice, but the hot air
still hung around above belly-button level until we bought a 12-volt fan and
mounted it where a reading lamp used to be. That stirred the air up nicely,
distributing warmth all over the cabin.
But we rarely ran that
heater because the fan used electricity, and I was scared we might flatten the
battery overnight and not be able to start the diesel engine on a cold morning.
I have learned over the
years that very little is simple on a boat, and the less you have to go wrong,
the better off you are. So we didn’t have a heater on our next boat. Thicker
sleeping bags and extra blankets did the job just as well.
Today’s
Thought
She
knows the heat of luxurious bed.
— Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Tailpiece
Some puns are better than
others, but those jokes about German sausage are truly the wurst.
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1 comment:
Lizzie, you're not paying attention. I replied to your query in my column of July 22, "Follow Knight, and you'll be right." Check it out.
Regards,
John V.
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