The infomal comments and views of the boat……..hey that’s what I am a boat!
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The refrigeration system is up and running, all major stuff is done except the new charger / inverter being installed to replace the old charger. That will take some time and prior planning. It will also require the installation of the four new internal and one new external DC switch panels. The wire will also have to be installed to support this branched system. The new main AC disconnect will have to be installed. Probably a shore / generator type switch.
Well she sails well, but helm wheel lock needs some clearing, it does not lock tight enough. The sails needed a couple of stitches prior to putting them up. The auto helm control head was returned to Ray Marine and found to be unrepairable, guess its time for another. Now it is time for bed, rocked asleep by the wind.Moored port side to, pier C, slip 21 in a standard fore and aft cross moor, with three port spring lines, taking power and water shore services from the pier.039 Deg 09′ 12.5″ North Latitude
076 Deg 29′ 59.4″ West Longitude
The Captain
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jour·nal n. A personal record of occurrences, experiences, and reflections kept on a regular basis; a diary.
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April 18th, 2006 at 10:32 pm
I softly dance in across the water tonight looking for a place to land,
to glide, if you will, for awhile and admire the sights around me. I
slip through the threads of a torn sail and watch the boat below me
rock in peaceful rhythm, a child who dozes sleepily on my hip. Such things to
marvel at, if they only took the time~the glint of the water as it reflects
on the masses of hulls, the soft glow of lights inside homes where sleep
has not touched the sailors inside, awake and plotting their next great
voyage. I whisper into the grass on the hill and rustle the top of the men
strolling along the dock, just so they know I am here. One of them shivers,
then smiles, and I move on, with the *ting ting* on the masts becoming
distant on my back as I sweep back out to larger seas that call…