House

We bought one. Actually a month ago. But the sellers didn't move out until today. That's Amy sitting on the front porch before we did the final walk through this afternoon.

And to somehow tie this post into sailing, because this is a sailing blog after all, the house is about 15 minutes closer to the boat. Hurray!

A Plethora of Posts

I'm working my way through a very long boat todo list. Eventually I'll get Split Decision shipshape. Yesterday's tasks included going up the mast in a bosun's chair. I've only been aloft once before, years ago on my old boat.

Pic is from the spreaders, half way up the mast, where I was working on the steaming light. Amy and my boat neighbor Art are below, waiting to haul me down.

Yacht Club

A few weeks ago I took the admiral out for her first overnight of the season. By coincidence, the yacht club at our marina went to the same cove. They graciously invited us to hang out with them. It's a pretty low key club, and we may join, if only to be able to say that we're members of a yacht club. I told Amy if we joined, I'd have to break out her old Hilton Head name, and start calling her Muffy again.

All the other boats had to anchor out and dinghy into the beach. We backed up to the beach, stuck a couple anchors in the sand and walked to the get together. Split Decision is the closest boat in the pic.