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| Saying goodbye happens more in this life than most--but at least we know we'll see these wonderful people again someday |
The other
day, as I made dinner, our boat rang out with giggles and a familiar
French/English conversation. A few hours later Maia cried herself to sleep
after yet another goodbye—her sweet friends Cami and Rose (and their fab
parents JF and Melanie) are on their way back to Quebec. The family that we first met in Nuku
Hiva has sold Dorénavant and after four years they’re headed home.
I feel like
I write endlessly about how the currents of this lifestyle carry people in and
out of our lives. Part of coming to Australia was to take a break from
the goodbyes—but of course just because we might stay in one place doesn’t mean
the people around us will.
If anything
staying here has made the goodbyes even more poignant: we don’t have the lure
of the new and next to take the sting out of the final hugs. Instead we are
rediscovering what it means to be in one place while life swirls past. We’re
becoming reacquainted with seasonal rhythms (as much as Australia has
seasonal rhythms, or seasons…). Though I’m not sure we call them summer or
winter yet.
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| Ev's in the locker scrubbing while Maia and Charlie sort the stuff. See our nice new anchor in there? It's to replace the one that bent in 80 knots of wind... |
Instead as
the rainy season has eased to the dry season, it’s time to clean out lockers,
wash away mildew and replace our sun/rain awning.
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| moss, rust and rips--I think the awning was done |
Yes that is
moss, or maybe it’s some sort of weird mildew. And yes, the stainless grommets we
paid extra for have dissolved into rust. And oh, yes the last big squall kind
of did it in. And it leaks. So using some fabric we bought (I think) in Mexico
(for something??) and some snazzy vinyl glue we’ve tried a new method to build
the awning. We’ll let you know how it works out. The plus is it only took a
couple of hours to make.
While other
boats finish up their chores and head off for their next adventure, it’s time
for us to install new halyards, paint the bottom and re-bed leaking stanchions.
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| mildew and rust--sure signs of a leak |
This one
had a few bad things happen to it—note the bend… Initially snugging it up was
enough to keep it from leaking, but the pile of mildewed books I found at its
base confirms it was time for a more thorough repair. And as the winter days
grow shorter, it’s also time to re-evaluate our solar panels and battery bank
and make sure we have enough wattage to get through each day.
It’s also
been time to say goodbye to the last of transient cruisers, and those who were selling
their boats. And it’s been time to dig into the life we’ve been building here
while also pondering the ‘what’s next’? We’re not actively cruising but we
haven’t shrugged off that entire lifestyle either. Instead we live in a strange
hybrid world where our boat is our insistent home but each day when we wake up
in the same place, to the same routine, it still feels novel and new.
