The past two long weekends we have had such lovely trips-to Ocracoke and to Beaufort. But with boats it seems that every time you take them out for pleasure, something breaks or needs fixing. So this weekend we are fixing all the things that broke. This morning we went from hardware store to West Marine (the boaters’ Wal-mart) and back to hardware store to get all the parts and tools that we needed. This afternoon Bryce has his head in the “head” (boat lingo for “bathroom”), fixing a valve and hose that determines whether waste goes into the holding tank or overboard (only if 12 miles off-shore). Repairing things is not Bryce’s forte; let’s be honest, Bryce would rather have a root canal than work with tools on the boat. But if we get the boat yard to work on every little thing that goes wrong, we would have to be as rich as Bill Gates, and that is not going to happen in this lifetime while doing health care. So with much muttering and the occasional explicative, Bryce does as many repairs as he can.
This morning Bryce worked on our teak deck, replacing bungs that had come loose over the past several months. This is a never-ending task, but one that is pretty easy once you’ve done it a few times. I worked on putting rigging tape over the cotter pins at the base of the shrouds so they do not work loose during a lively blow when the sails are up. We also repaired some small worn spots on our mizzen mast. Thus is the life of a sailor—we “pay the piper” for each lovely trip on the water.