Ninety percent of something is everything

Lately it seems that this has been a blog less about cruising than about all the reasons we’re not cruising. But then I’m told that ninety percent of cruising is spent at anchor or tied up, so maybe we’re right on the mark.

I just helped our neighbors shove off for points north for the long holiday weekend. Reversing out of our southward facing slips into a brisk southerly can be a drag; prop walk tends to push your stern in exactly the wrong direction, so you are facing shore instead of sea, but you have little choice but to apply more power and suffer more yaw just to clear the slip. Then once you’re out in the narrow space between the docks, you have to come to a halt to power the bow around, but while you’re sitting there the wind is trying to shove you down on all the other boats in south-facing slips. Add a dinghy on a towline into the mix and it’s an invigorating start to any sailing adventure.

So while I keenly felt the anxiety and tension they were going through getting clear of the slip this morning, I also could imagine the relief and sense of accomplishment they probably felt once they escaped the breakwater and could raise sail for a nice downhill ride all the way to Port Townsend. Why weren’t we out doing the same?

Since we’ve been back on the boat full time it’s pretty much been full-time work. It’s amazing how much more you can get done when you are in one place all the time, and with strong Internet and a city full of enabling mechanisms, we’ve become gluttons for getting stuff done. Even the boat itself has benefited; new vents installed, a good scrubbing of the foredeck and anchor locker, inspection and cleaning of the steering gear, and a lot of shopping to prepare for our imminent haul-out.

Originally scheduled for last December, then hoped for in March, then delayed again, and again, and again, we finally have a date set next week to get Insegrevious up on the hard and get her fixed up, painted up, and shined up. At least we hope. Ninety percent of the work is making sure she’s safe to go back in the water. Re-packing the rudder shaft seal and fixing any damage to the keel from a close encounter with a rock earlier this year, both things we’ve never done before, will be the make or break moments of the event.

My tentative plans for the year had been to get everything fixed up and to get out of town early, taking a couple of months and going north up as far as Desolation and poking around there until it got too crowded. Between work and delays with getting the boat out, those all fell by the wayside, and I have been slow to adjust. Ninety percent of cruising is adjusting to changing circumstances. So, we may be around town during the spring and early summer, and hopefully get our two or so months of escape in during the late summer and fall. Subject to changing circumstances, of course.

That doesn’t mean we won’t be out sailing, though; assuming the boat lives through the haul-out, we’ll be moseying up and down the Sound for June and some part of July, staying close to Seattle so Mandy can meet her various work obligations. We’ll have to lug a portable generator along to keep all our various computers going so I can work too, even if we’re not on shorepower. It wasn’t the early summer I had originally conceived, so I’m still not sure whether to be excited or bummed about it. But ninety percent of cruising is adjusting expectations and enjoying what you find, not what you were looking for.

More time out on the water should mean more, and more meaningful, blog entries, at least. That should start next week, when we make our trek up to Port Townsend for our long overdue haul-out.

Irreducible Minimums

“Oh, great,” you say. “Here he goes again about risk and checklists and aviation or something. BOOORRRIIING!”

Well, fear not, my friends. I’m not going to talk about that tedious old crap. I’m going to talk about another kind of crap altogether, fresh, exciting crap that you will be happy to learn about: our stuff.

It’s no accident that the phrases “I have a bunch of crap” and “I have a bunch of stuff” are more or less synonymous in English, I have decided. Most stuff is crap, and can safely be disposed of despite our more noble attachments to it. This is a simple fact you learn once you move from a 1400 square foot house to a 33′ sailboat, and it’s almost universally described among those who take the plunge as a sort of liberating experience. My wife certainly sees it that way and I suppose, intellectually at least, I can understand that. The modern tendency of people being owned by their stuff rather than vice versa has been broadly commented on; moving onto a boat is a sure way to short-circuit that unhappy state of affairs, because you just don’t have the room for it (the fact that you will soon end up being owned by your boat is another topic entirely).

The thing is, I’ve never felt owned by my stuff. I have always been pretty happy with an accumulation of goods that could more or less fit comfortably in the back of my pickup truck. Apart from a few random and relatively small items I have spent considerable money on and find routinely useful, I just don’t feel much need for stuff. While living in a house, it’s true that I accumulated a great deal more items than that, but I had little emotional attachment to them and didn’t have much trouble ditching them when the time came to do so.

After a long winter of house-sitting, splitting our time between the house and the boat, we’re finally consolidating almost all our various crap back in one place: aboard. And despite the fact that it mostly all came from here in the first place, we’re having a heck of a time getting all back in comfortably. Unlike when we moved aboard in the first place, however, our space issues now are not really caused by any unhealthy and unwarranted attachment to a surfeit of unnecessary crap. This time, rather, we are confronting a simple irreducible minimum of stuff.

It’s certainly true that necessity is the mother of compromise and most of us can get by with a lot less than what we think of as “necessary” but I don’t think I am going out on a limb when I find it necessary to keep around enough clothes for a week, food, office supplies and tools, and the other various items that we are now finding it a challenge to stow neatly and securely. It was easy, the first time around, to look at some object or other and say, “Pitch it; I haven’t used it in years.” Now, I look at what is left, and as I consider each separate thing, I am either looking at something I use almost every day, or which prudence and common standards of seamanship demand remain aboard.

I think this is the point at which most people decide they simply need another three feet of boat. One wag suggested we just put the stuff in the basement, and I won’t pretend I haven’t considered building some sort of floating filing cabinet that could be towed along behind if necessary. Driven to such desperation, those 36 footers start looking pretty good.

I’m determined to weather the crisis, however, if for no other reason than we simply can’t afford anything larger right now. I have every confidence that, given a few weeks of patient, persistent re-arranging and Tetris-like maneuvering, pretty much everything will fit. Then, I won’t even want a bigger boat… I’d just have to start the organizing all over again from scratch.

Inexperience and Ineptitude

I’ve been reading The Checklist Manifesto by Atul Gawande recently and it has really resonated with my personal experiences in sailing. For instance, I’ve discovered that I’m not stupid, I’m just inept. How is that for reassurance?

Gawande makes the distinction between a lack of knowledge that results in failures (“inexperienced”) and a lack of application of existing knowledge to the same end (“inept”). His examples are primarily medical in nature, which will give you a sinking feeling the next time you go to the hospital for anything, but the application is broader. His point is that even vastly experienced and knowledgeable experts in various fields make routine, predictable errors of omission even when they know better. I think most of us know sailors, or have read biographies of those, who have fallen into that category.

His solution, as you might guess from the title of the book, is as old as the hills: use checklists so that you don’t forget to do the things you know.

My observation about sailors and checklists is that we tend to fall into one of three categories:

  • Doesn’t approve of any sort of regimentation, don’t like ’em, won’t make ’em, won’t use ’em. Docks at full throttle and doesn’t look back.
  • Thinks they are a great idea, promptly sits down and creates a number of valuable and helpful lists, then fails to use them. Provides great entertainment for spectators with yells, hand gestures, and wild grabs between wheel and dock lines when coming in.
  • Understands checklists intuitively, makes extraordinarily brief yet practical lists, uses them religiously. You don’t notice them coming in; they just sort of appear in the slip.

I fall firmly into the middle category. I think checklists are great, I make them up every time I find that I have forgotten something dumb and obvious, and then after using them for a while as a sort of learning tool, promptly stop referring to them. Until the next time I forget something.

I suspect that, like dieting and exercise, checklist use is more about lifestyle change than the faddish adoption of a cool checklist technique. While changing your lifestyle is a whole separate subject, I think I am ready to get on board with changing mine to move closer to the third category.

This fits in with a broader topic that deserves, and will get, its own dedicated post at some point, risk.

Gawande’s point, however, is that in complex circumstances, even the most highly trained and experienced people routinely forget or disregard sometimes obvious critical steps. These are things that many of us just call “stupid mistakes.” I am forever kicking myself for making these; doing something that I knew, on reflection, I should not have done, or failing to take some precaution that I otherwise might have done as a matter of course.

The thing about checklists is that they are inconvenient. For those ninety times out of a hundred that you would have gotten through just on memory or by winging it, they just slow you down, encumber your time and enjoyment. That is where the risk factor comes in; risk is not simply how likely a bad thing is to happen, but the combination of the likelihood of its happening with the severity of the outcome. The inconvenience of the list can’t be weighed against just all those sunny days on which the pre-departure checklist is an unwelcome nuisance before leaving the dock, but also against that one hairy time the wind comes up and the engine quits and oh boy, did you make sure the anchor is shackled to the rode and ready to drop and did you unstow the boat hook to fend off from that expensive-looking cabin cruiser across the way? But of course, most of us consider this a little too late, and complacency is convenient most of the time.

On this subject, Laurence Shick’s article “Personal Minimums: Making Good Decisions When You Aren’t Thinking Straight” is a great read. As with Gawande’s book, it traces much of its inspiration to aeronautics, where checklists are, as I intimated they should be, a way of life. I suspect it’s not a coincidence that both men hit on this example.

Gawande goes on to emphasize that the use of checklists in aviation is not simply a cultural fluke, but a specific response to evolving complexity. Further, he goes some way toward exploring the aviation community’s efforts and success with avoiding the inconvenience problem. I think that’s probably key to adopting checklists in sailing as well.

He identifies three key points in checklist development that makes them successful:

  • Only items likely to be forgotten are included
  • Information must be presented in “…a simple, usable, and systematic form”
  • Constant refinement

The last may be the most important point. You can’t expect to get it right on the first go; giving up when the first draft is inconvenient or unhelpful is never going to get you anywhere. Instead, modifying the list to fit in better with the circumstances of its use, gradually improving it as deficiencies are noted, will eventually result in a useful, usable document.

And that may be what I have been missing. In my disappointment, or complacency, I tend to just start over, often at a bad time. And without having stuck to it long enough to develop a culture of checklist discipline, it’s all too easy to abandon them.

There are many other excellent observations in the book, and I have almost entirely skipped over some of the most important, so if it’s something you are interested in, I would highly recommend giving it a quick read. At 209 pages, it’s not exactly War and Peace; even if you haven’t previously considered the applicability of checklists in your own sailing routine, it’s not going to take you too much time to check it out and at least decide to implement them or not with a little more information in hand.

Let’s see, what’s that last step on my new “Publish Blog Post” checklist? Ah, yes, that’s right, “Click on Publish button.”