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| Down this hatch to eventually get to the hot water tank. |
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| An immediate right turn (to port) starts the journey to the hot water tank. |
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| Way down there at the end behind everything is the old hot water tank. |
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| This is all that Don saw of Conrad for three days. |
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| The old tank out and resting in the cockpit. The rusted piece is all that remained of the tank bottom. |
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| The tank is gone but not the rust. |
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| Cleaned up and ready for the new tank. |
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| Don prepping the tank. |
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| The new tank in place and all buttoned up! |
The old tank is gone, although it did put up a struggle. What a mess - it's base had completely corroded away so there were shards of rust everywhere. It came out in about three hours, by the time the water bladder was disconnected and removed, the bulkhead was dismantled and removed, and the piping was all disconnected. And of course the tank itself had to be manhandled out. The new one, on the other hand, took two days to install. All of this in a tight little cubbyhole that one (that would be me) had to enter via dropping down a hatch, crawling over to the hull, around a corner, and down a stretch before encountering the object of my affection. Words were spoken, although the noise of the fan drowned out most of my verbal creations. My friend Don was a Godsend in that he was managing everything above the hatch - prepping the new tank, handing down tools etc. and providing advice and moral support.
