So Friday is the big day…we will be leaving the marina in Stonington and heading out to begin the trip. I can’t believe a month has passed since we originally planned to leave. We have quickly realized that even the best laid plans are at the mercy of unforseen events. Isn’t that always the case?
We would not have made it this far without the help from our friends at Harboredge. Not being able to leave as planned, we have not had a slip to dock the boat for the last two weeks. That reality was more than a little nerve-wracking when we still had to load the boat with all our belongings along with Duane’s tools and spare “just in case” parts. For everyone that knows him, we are practically a floating repair service station. Thankfully and very much appreciated on our part, friends at the marina stepped in and helped us out big time letting us dock in their slips and make use of their mooring so we could get ourselves together.
Not to make light of a few oil leaks and engine issues, the fridge decided it did not want to leave the scenic view of Stonington Harbor. Thank God for Amazon! A trusty new replacement was dropped off today and will make it down to the dock in the morning…a case of beer and some Rose’ patiently awaiting the arrival.
And now on to the next pressing issue…clothes! The closet is tiny and when I say tiny, I mean TINY. Unfortunate point number one for me….I have to share the “shoebox” with Duane who, how should I put it, does not pack light. Purchasing bins to stack under the bed and in the cubbies will be my saving grace for storage, but…Unfortunate point number two for me… keeping things neat and tidy is not Duane’s best attribute. With that said, small quarters will be a test for both of us and the random socks that may end up being our bread crumb trail up the Hudson if they linger too long from their assigned station.
Positive Update—The now defunct fridge will be making the trip after all. The engineer in him will not be satisfied until he fixes it to it’s former frigid glory. So for the time being, I will have myself my very own “dresser.” Win Win for me!