A Job of Work

Day 6, noon to noon miles, 129. Miles since departure, 797

A Job of Work

It’s not all tinned herring and super-sized cans of ravioli. Oh no, there’s actually work to be done. Here on Seaburban, as it is ashore, not all jobs are created equal.

As far as I am concerned, anything to do with rope, needles, twine, canvas, or charts are sailorly jobs. Everything else just seems like work. Since there are lots of other things boat (like motors and pumps and holding tanks and heads) there is lots of work to go around.

The better part of today was spent making up preventers, pole guys, and chafe gear. All very sailorly, all very enjoyable. The better part of next week might be spent in San Francisco trying to figure out why the upper fuel tank wants to break out of the cockpit floor and make for parts unknown. Compared to whipping the ends of the whisker pole guys, not very enjoyable.

I’ll remain optimistic. Rick Whiting, The Ocean Cruising Club Port Officer in Frisco, is pulling out all the stops to speed me on my way. I could not be in better or more enthusiastic hands …

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