Dear
Friends;
As this
story shows, my itchy feet have me on the move again.
“Push her a
bit more to starboard,” I call to David.
“I’ll hold
her while you start up the windlass,” Marcus calls to me.
I run the
length of the boatyard at my Kawau Island home base in North Cove, then begin
taking the strain on the hauling line. The big windlass grinds and whirrs and
slowly my little Herreshoff keeler Felicity
comes clear of the water. Her specially fitted trailer keeps her keel centered,
her hull well supported as she rolls up the stone ramp and onto the flat
ground. I enjoy the camaraderie as the three of us work together to ensure she
is settled perfectly, trailer sitting level, wheels jacked up and tires clear
of the ground. But at the same time I feel a little sad. She is just the first
of five boats we are storing away for what could be more than a year.
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| One last gathering of friends from North Cove before we packed up to run away from winter. |
