Immersed in new world these days. A world of bilges and bolts, sockets and
screwdrivers, grease and gasoline. Learning port and starboard, not
ropes but lines, clove hitches and boulin knots. Learning the blessed
beauty of a wet/dry shop vac and the wonders of 5200. All while riding
the slow rock of D dock at Pier 39.
Our neighbors:
tourists, seagulls, cormorants, sea lions and the characters that live
and work the pier. Hearing the big creak of the lines holding us at moor
while laying in the v-berth, the loud barks of the sea lions and the
neighbor's Shih Tzu's. Breathing in deep: sugary sweet ice cream mixed
with the clam chowder bread bowls and a side of gasoline. Projects
tackled only to uncover a new or two or four or more. Learning more some
days about how to do something wrong than right. Progress slow but sure
even when it doesn't feel that way. But nothing's better than watching
the sunset from the cockpit, or laying out a picnic in the cabin.
Nothing beats dreaming of the open ocean and adventures in anchoring abroad.
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| my man sure can clean his bilge |
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| Grease & Blood #1 |
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| Grease & Blood #2 |
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