Let the Games Begin

Over the 4th of July weekend the weather was cloudy, hazy and all around "meh." Todd and I took advantage of the weather that normally makes us want to go out and play and got Sabine ready for her season.

I am happy to say that in the days since the launch the repair has held, and the ocean is staying on the outside of the boat. We cleaned the interior, Todd replaced the bottom of the pantry, and we replaced the fuel filter on the diesel engine as well. We put two of the three sails on, the third went on tonight after work, and we moved the boat from the winter marina to the mooring where we keep her in the summer.

That first short trip from Brewer's Boat Yard in Cowesett to the mooring in Greenwich Cove is always my favorite trip. It takes less than an hour from the dock to the mooring, but that trip is always filled with possibility. It's the first time in each season when we get to feel the vibration of the inboard engine as we power from the dock. It's the first time in the season when we get the chance to feel the breeze against our faces when we motor to the mooring. It's the first trip when the dogs run excitedly up and down the deck in anticipation of a new boating season.

It's also the first time in each season when I get to see the smile on Todd's face, as he grips the wheel at the helm, excited at the prospect of a new season--which is my favorite expression that I've seen on his face.

Goodbye, Brewer's Boat Yard. It's been real.

Hello Greenwich Cove.

Will somebody please untie us so we can run around like idiots? Please?

We've booked in our vacation time for this year. This is my calendar on my desk at work. It reads "Big lucky vacation time!" We're only taking a week this year because I've just started this job. Next year will be longer.