I stayed up almost all night Wednesday, nervous. Why? Change is in the air and as much as I seek it out, it also scares me. Thursday morning bright and early we lift the boat and put her on the trailer and by mid-day, we are following the truck down the road. My car is loaded down with house stuff Geoff swears will not fit anywhere on the boat (he is wrong, it all fits). By Thursday afternoon, the boat is floating peacefully at dock and we’ve checked all the new thru hulls and confirmed there are no leaks (on the bottom, the portholes still leak).
Then we start unloading and packing. Clothes are folded and put into plastic storage bags underneath benches, the bed is made with pillows and sheets and blankets. I attempt to set up the wireless range extender and mifi which results in an hour spent on phone with tech support. Geoff re-wires the bilge and puts in a new bilge pump (while the bottom doesn’t leak, we will still get water in the bilge until we finish sealing up the topside). Skye pulls her toys off the bench and scatters them across the floor. I suggest the next blog post will be titled “How to Rescue Belle from the Bilge.”
We crawl into bed exhausted, hatches open, covers kicked off. A security light at the marina shines right through the window on my face. I go to bed thinking that tomorrow we need to get the AC rigged up, get the head working, and preferably go to the beach.
But Friday the storm is confirmed and headed our way. I go on a run first thing in the morning and am happy. Not nervous any more. The change has happened and it is ok. Of course it is ok, it was all well planned. The bilge is finished and we strap a tarp-tent over top of the boat (also good for cooling). Skye and I run about town trying to find the parts we need (we rig up the AC so the boat is no longer miserably hot). Somewhere in this both Geoff and I try to get a few hours of work in and discover we can’t find the power cord for our portable printer. By evening, I’m ready to open the bottle of wine the ice box has managed to keep cold (yay! one thing working!).
Saturday morning is dreary, the storm is coming. We clean and clear off our decks, storing as much as possible down below out of the rain. By mid-morning we have on-and-off drizzle. Skye feeds baby ducks off the back of the boat with much enthusiasm. As the rain increases, we’re glad the tarp is working and the cabin in dry. We’re settling in.