Thursday, June 12, 2014

Home Sweet Boat

Every summer, our yacht club throws a Tapas Party... no, not a topless party; although, now that I think of it, my father-in-law has shown up for this party twice in the last three years wearing a pot-leaf sarong and a coconut bra/lei. Anyway, this party indulges the sailor's curiosity in all of us by allowing each yacht club member the chance to open up their boats to the public and, in turn, check out those of others members. Joel and I attempt to participate in this party every year. We spend the day packing away the evidence of whichever project we've been working on, hauling it up to the truck in a dock cart, scrubbing everything down, and doing our best to minimize the areas of utter chaos. Though we still ended up doing all these things again last weekend, this year felt different. As I pulled out my camera to snap some shots to share with my in-laws who couldn't make it this year, I didn't feel like I had to angle the camera to hide anything. In fact, I was so flushed with pride that I ended up staying on our boat the whole evening, answering questions about the boat design and the work we've done. For the first time in these almost 4.5 years, my boat feels more like a home than anywhere else in the world. So, I'm going to attach some pictures here from the last couple tapas parties so you can see the difference too. I'd ask you to pardon my gloating, but in all honesty, I'm far too proud of Joel and my accomplishments to feel guilty.
^ Original pictures from winter 2009^
^ BYC Tapas Party 2014... our yacht club family couldn't believe how much she has changed.^

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Practice and Perception

 

This year I have decided to take full advantage of the week between the end of the school year and beginning of summer school by staying on the boat.  Aside from cutting out the lengthy and monotonous commute through the fields and dairy farms of Clinton County and giving me time to finish the headliner and some other smaller projects, this also gives me some much-needed practice living on the boat for a period longer than a weekend.  Now, as Brittany from Windtraveler was noting in her blog post just yesterday, day-sailing (even week sailing) is a obviously a vastly different experience than full-time cruising; however, I would still maintain the learning opportunities from the prior are still useful towards consideration of the latter.  For example, I've already learned that provisioning can be tricky.  While I've still yet to wear most of the clothes I brought after 3 days, Joel and I've already eaten almost all of the food that I expected to last us until tomorrow.  Now, since I'm currently a week-sailor, this isn't a big deal.  I hop in my car, take a twenty-minute drive around the lake and reprovision at the supermarket.  As a cruiser, I'm obviously not going to have that option, nor will I have the ability to bring as many perishables. Another thing I've learned recently?  No matter what the weather above, the grass carp never cease to practice kissing on your hull below.  You can hear their lips and fishy faces bouncing off the bottom day and night, rain or shine.  Now, while this fact may seem like a moot point to cruisers, these fish (and my changing reactions to them) remind me that about the importance of perception.  Sometimes, (generally at night)  these carp purely annoy the hell out of me.  However, these past few nights, though I have woken to the sounds of their clumsy fish lips, I wasn't bothered in the slightest.  I think it's because of the knowledge that I don't have to wake up and drive to work in a fee hours.  My priorities this week are on beautifying my boat and relaxing after another hectic school year.  So on that note, I'm going to roll over in my newly painted vberth, feel the boat tugging restlessly on its lines in the storm, and listen to those clumsily-kissing fish.  Don't worry fishies: we are both still wet behind the gills.

Headliner above the galley: notice the swatch next to the companionway.  That's the original color; i ran out of primer and have to pick that up today too.
Headliner in the head... So many curves!