I have too much freedom. Imagine such a thing… I could just about take my boat and my work anywhere. But I can’t figure out where to go! Trés bizarre. Of course, it’s not quite that simple, there are personal considerations and many reasons for not just sailing off into the sunrise… So in my quest to find a suitable winter home (I’ve narrowed my choices to: Martha’s Vineyard, Boston, or Long Island)… I took the first step in an unknown direction and moved the boat to Oak Bluffs, where I can step ashore. There’s no shore power, and I’ve already been told I can’t keep the boat here for the winter by a passerby, who seemed to think she knew ALL. So, we’ll see what comes of it. But I must say it was lovely to get out for a little ride ’round the corner. I would love to just hoist sail and go somewhere… the itch itches… it’s not even February yet — AND I just got back from a delivery. I’m also kind of into the idea of winter sailing. I’m only marginally concerned that its just about December and I have no clue where I’ll be for the winter. I secretly hope I’m forced to move the boat to either Long Island or Boston… just for the sake of a trip! (wait, is it still a secret then?… and anyways thats kinda like getting married just for the wedding.)
I also got my new smaller solar panels wired up. They fit so much better… properly proportioned for this boat.
Nice photos … and nice spot. I’ll bet its getting a bit quieter this time of year? BTW … how close am I to spotting Chamois?
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Rich — REALLY CLOSE ! I’m probably just a little further north then you have the arrow pointing, by about 2 or 3 slips! If you were the bombardier, you could call it a successful mission. It would be a nice spot if there was power and someone would give me an official answer about whether or not I can stay here officially. I spoke to the Harbor Master today… he is on vacation in Bequia… but basically said, “they turn off the power to the slips and there’s nothing I can do about it. good luck”. So not looking too promising. Hardest part is actually finding someone to talk to about it. It’s like the wild-wild west out here, and there’s no sheriff in town.