Life on the Hard (or.. The Hard Life?)
Trip Start Dec 01, 2010
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But, everything here is dirty and the water is delivered daily from dubious sources and the smell of drying sea jellies from the processing plant next door often fills the night air. The yard dogs defend the yard against other roving packs looking for a meal each evening and well into the wee hours we have dog fights and howling. Yet, in spite of it all we awake each day glad to be here and eager (eager? yes mostly.) to labor ten hours in the hot sun.
Lauri is refinishing the floor boards in the boat and maybe the fumes have made us delusional, or maybe paradise is just being where you want to be. Either way, for now, reuniting with Ashika and preparing her for a long sea voyage makes work seem fun. There is also the goal of pushing off in another month and paradise will be somewhere else; somewhere fresh and wet, where Ashika floats in clear blue waters.
In the mean time work goes on (and on, and on . . .). Today, when I heard Lauri's sander go quiet I checked to be sure she had not succumbed to paint remover fumes or teak dust. As a figure backed out of a cloud of dust from our aft cabin, I had to question my eyesight. She had on goggles, the heavy duty mask for breathing, a very dusty shirt and shoes; the girl had no pants on. I was really pleased she wore her mask.She had apparently sat in some varnish stripper and anybody who has worked with that nasty chemical will attest; it can burn. She must have been a sight jumping around trying to get those pants off before it blistered her butt. After washing the caustic stuff from her backside and since no one was looking, she decided to finish the sanding before trying to figure out how she was going to get from the boat to the RV sans pants. You know, you just cant get help like that anymore.Yes, every day is an adventure sailing or not. We wish you all were here (bring plenty of sandpaper).
By eighttwentyone at 2012-01-13