Additional therapy may be needed!
The previous post opened dormant memories of a Chicago Mac (78 hours elapsed! Ugh.) on a vintage Newport 30 tub, nautically designed by a descendant of the Marquis De Sade (slow, uncomfortable inside & out, with 'zero' flat surfaces to perch). What was I thinking?
It too was equipped with an OEM pressure alcohol oven/stove, which proved useless within 60-minutes of our start. It was probably useless well before the start, but wasn't tested by the naïve crew, thinking the Captain knew a crew performs best when it eats well.
We had pre-prepped and pre-paid meals for 3+ days, theoretically requiring only heat. Using our collective creativity, some of these meals were eventually heated to +85° F by individually wrapping each in a black plastic trash bag and strategically positioning them on the cabintop, achieving 'almost edible' status, daylight hours only. Ambient temps + induced thermal heat-gain is a wonderful thing...in a pinch.
Fortunately there was instant coffee, served at 'lake temperature', +/- 55° F, or a crunchy spoonful if in a pinch. Someone dug deep and produced a small bag of nicotine & chocolate "treats", which helped during the Dog Watch, at least they were presented as 'nicotine & chocolate! :nerd:
Late Saturday afternoon, we crossed paths with a tug pulling a barge of garbage, but the captain/owner eventually killed our plans to offload "if we sailed close enough to toss". That distance was being calculated, factoring weight of the unit and the potential swing arc of the unit attached to masthead spin halyard with Samurai Douse ("cut it loose, now!"). Unfortunately, the Captain awoke and put a stop to our dream, continuing our nightmare.
That particular Mac taught a lot, most in the category of "What Not To Do Or Risk Mutiny".
I'll hang up a listen to your reply.