I pride myself on being ready to slip lines at a moment’s notice. I’m trying not to let the spiderwebs tie me to the dock as they did in Berkeley. So when some friends said they were moving their sailboat upriver and the idea came up that I follow them in my boat, the answer to “can you be ready in a half hour?” was YES.
Once underway I felt foolish that I didn’t know where exactly we were going, if I had enough fuel on board, or if I could keep up with their much larger sailboat. We motored for four hours at top speed on a route that has previously taken me twice that time when not trying to keep up with a bigger boat.
I’ve been at a comfortable guest dock in a quiet river slough ever since. Not sure when I’m going “home” since home is with me. Guess I’ll have to find a pump out and more fuel soon. If only to be ready to take off at a moment’s notice. It feels like extended summer. I’ve been coking solar oven food and practicing the banjo and generally staying flexible about when and where and what. This play it by ear schedule is the prize of living in a mobile shoebox. It’s not for everyone, but I love it.
