Evan and Maia pulled the boat into the Guaymas marina the day before they joined me in Tucson. We’ve been back for a few days, but we haven’t gotten around to pulling back out yet. For one, it’s cheap--at around $15 a day it’s not too huge a splurge. We’re also really taking advantage of the convenience of dock life to get stuff done.
Well, mostly Evan’s doing that. I’m so snowed under by deadlines that I’ve barely left my desk. And because I’ve been so scarce, for the second time while out cruising I’ve run into someone who thought I was a figment of Evan and Maia’s imagination—and didn’t actually exist. That’s a weird conversation to have with someone by the way…
Anyway—we’ve acquired a lot of crap this year. I really don’t know where it came from, but we (meaning Evan) have been making our way through each locker and offloading stuff. Then he (yup, I'll admit it, I’m totally not involved) wipes down each locker and carefully repacks it with way less stuff.
Partly I think what happened is when we moved aboard our good intentions gave up on about day three of unpacking. Catamarans have big storage areas, and after a while it’s just easier to stuff them full of bits and pieces rather than making yet another decision about the value of yet another piece of rope, or which of the selection of kid’s lifejackets we own, we should keep…
When we’re not (meaning Evan) cleaning lockers, we’re painting (I point out the flaws). We’re also installing a new water tank. After making five (and counting) attempts at making the newly rebuilt integral tank on the starboard side watertight, we decided to go with a fabricated plastic tank on the port side.
Evan assured me this would be a much simpler solution. So we’ll (meaning me) just ignore the fact the new tank is currently sitting on the dock leaking…
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