There's no water in the boat...
All is well with my little world...
Waiting on the lift...
Up ship...
Under way across the parking lot...
Stern in the water...
An abandoned work sight is a beautiful thing.
Nomad was out of the water for 178 days. Though she is not quite done, (the holding tank, painting the bilge, and some other odds and ends remain on the off season's "to do" list) at least she is safely down off the hard and floating on her hull. I had hoped to bend on the main and check the water system, but other (read "Grandpa T") duties called. Melanie and little Kali (Grand baby #5!) left the hospital for home today. Grandpa T is on call for next weekend as well, so the first sail may still be a couple of weeks away.
(or how to move onto a sailboat) With the advent of our 50th birthdays came the usual sorts of life evaluations that one goes through. At what have I succeeded? What contributions have I made? What do I have left that I want to do before I die? Living on the water was high on both our lists. For any who share the dream, and for our family members who might not understand, this is our story. We don't know where it will take us, but welcome along for the ride!
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