We just want our "fans" (thank you for following our adventure) to know that the boat is in the water and floating, we're living aboard in 550 square feet, we have no automobile transportation, and we have returned to a very simple life style: Where are we going today? Do we have water in the tanks? How full is the holding tank? I tried to cook dinner the first night aboard only to find that the flame lighter didn't work and we had no matches. So, no hot dinner that night....shrimp salad filled the limited menu.
I always feel a thrill when the boat slips into the water and the straps are slack. She floats! After a winter in dry dock up on jack stands, she looks great in the water. We arrived in Rhode Island in mid-May ready to clean and polish the old girl (she's 27 now) and paint the bottom. It rained and was cold EVERY DAY. Thank heavens we weren't tent camping this year. We did manage all the clean-up projects before going on a little vacation.
Lou decided to bring along a new girl for the beginning of our 2011 adventure. She came with Donna but isn't much of a friend. Her name is SICKNESS. Two doctor visits and a trip to the Newport ER have provided enough drugs to keep us going. It's nothing life threatening----just miserable---sinus, bronchitis, ear infection, burst ear drum, and unstoppable coughing. Of course, we had to share with Lou too. I predict that we will get better.
Our plans are somewhat fluid. Is that a surprise? At this point we plan to be in Newport over the weekend to see Matt and then head for New York City. That involves going through the Long Island Sound, up the East River, and around the tip of Manhattan. We'll be sure to wave at the Statue of Liberty as we glide by.
We did a sea trial today with our broker, Casey. Everything worked on the boat as it was supposed to work. You can see from Casey's face that he loved the way Tequila handled. We had a great sail and skipped back to our mooring just before the rain drops.
So, once I post this blog, we'll go back to the boat and batten down the hatches. Rain in coming.
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