|Journey on Travel Lift base in|
Rodney Bay Marina yard
Putty colored… everything. Us (especially my nails), our cockpit, our cabin floor, everything around the boat. No, no photos as I didn’t want to risk getting grit in my camera.
Hand wet sanding what was left of the midnight blue – but think grease-colored – antifouling paint on Journey’s hull is a dirty, gritty job. Even with lots of water to keep everything washed down, including us, with soap, too, it’s still just nasty.
But lots of sanding is what it takes to make sure our hull is not encrusted with barnacles and other sea critters between now and our next planned hull painting in about 2 years, in Panama.
|Back to work again|
Along the way, lots of hurry-up-and-wait. We’re in the yard at 8 am. No, we’re not. 11 am, no, we’re not. 1:30 pm. Oh, wait, could you be here, now? Ok. Oh, that takes another several hours and it’s actually 4:30, shortly before quitting time that we can begin. Next morning, several, “Stop!”s as the Travel Lift was replaced with stands.
|Journey's transom now shows where we|
consider the home we hailed from.
Portland OR, though the folks
in Milltown Sailing Club made it
tempting to call Everett "home."
|As my friend Larry says...|
"Everyone likes a girl
with a clean bottom."
Looks like we’ll be out of “the yard” and back anchoring before indulging in a romantic motel escape after all. Ok, I confess – power, giving us the ability to run our on-board air conditioner meant our boat was cooler and drier than many local motels. Home sweet home, getting sweeter, bit by bit.