Boat yard life
waiting to be moved on the 16th....
The working yard. Here a ragtag community of sailors thrives,
with a local barter economy, nightly cocktail hours, and
occasional "village feasts". The unwary sometimes get
sucked in to boatyard life, never to return to "normal" society.
with a local barter economy, nightly cocktail hours, and
occasional "village feasts". The unwary sometimes get
sucked in to boatyard life, never to return to "normal" society.
Sometimes, by the time you "finish" your little ship, it's time
to start again. The second time you go over the brightwork
in the same yard visit is the classic warning sign.
to start again. The second time you go over the brightwork
in the same yard visit is the classic warning sign.
Needed socialization for some, hopeless quagmire for others,
but a worthwhile diversion once in a while.
but a worthwhile diversion once in a while.
I expect that it will take most of the rest of the month to gear up for the coming work. There are tools to be bought, shops to be set up, supplies to be found, and gear to be retrieved from (not too) nearby storehouses. This weekend, we will drive to Ft Meyers to pick up our air compressor and sandblasting equipment. While on the western shore, Blayde will celebrate his eleventh birthday. Each step brings us that much closer to launch day, but none of it will seem real to me until I raise tool to metal and the refit begins in earnest.
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