The Town to the Right
For the last handful of days, we've been spending our days living in the boatyard. It's a strange thing to be on your boat when it's not floating. It feels unnatural. Water is supposed to be under the keel. The normal movement of the boat in the water isn't there. The gentle motion of the ocean in a calm anchorage has no effect on us while we are blocked up in a concrete stall with the sound of grinders, air compressors, and workers scurrying around at 7:30 in the morning. This is the first time in my 20 years of living on a sailboat that we've stayed on the boat while it's in the yard. We've always had the luxury of family and friends nearby who graciously offered up their homes and gave us a place to stay while we were working on the boat on dry land. It's definitely much nicer to stink up our friends and families homes than it is to be in a boat that we are constantly worried is going to fall over. We've been told that boats don...