This is a new phase. No more rot digging, no more bilge paint; we've surfaced from the rotten depths and now find ourselves aboard a very sea worthy vessel. She no longer smells like my grandma's basement.
Now the work is different. This past weekend I sanded half the mast. It was so nice. Haylards were clanging against their masts, the wind was singing thru the rigging cables, and the corrugated paneling of the boat shed kept time with a bassy whooo whoooo sound.
Not all of us were so lucky. Travis had a hell of a time with one of the cable connections for the steering, but did manage to hook it up. We took turns at the wheel. This was the first time we had seen it on. It made everything make sense. Me Voy finally felt like a boat, a ride, instead of a treehouse that we go to every weekend. I can't wait to see what happens with all this.