The bucket of water I left in the engine room of Fireboat John J. Harvey to gauge real temperatures in the oldest, most rudimentary way known to man has an inch of water at the top. Can’t imagine what’s happening in the 78-year-old pipes that we can’t drain down.
The poor, cold boat has been trying to make it through winter without regular, consistent electricity to run the heat. So sad. I’m tempted to go down with a truckload of wood and build a bonfire.
Spring thaw is bound to be a tough one this year.