Moving is always such a treat.
Yes, that was sarcasm in case you
Be it house to house or boat to boat,
moving is a pain in the butt. You get to wonder such imponderables
as “where did all this stuff COME from?” and “what is this and
why did we save it?” among other favorites. Yep, it's a joy.
For those of you who have followed this blog you know that we're
leaving our beloved barrel shantyboat Floating Empire, and moving
aboard a new vessel, now dubbed Tesla's Revenge, an electrically
driven solar boat with which we want to do some traveling. We'd been
afraid that we would have to demolish our shantyboat, but, happily, a
new owner has emerged to give Empire the TLC she needs and she'll be
off on a series of new adventures.
But that leaves us downsizing yet
again. I kid my wife that we're going to keep doing this until we
can fit our possessions into a single briefcase. She says it'll just make it easier when we go to Mars.
|The slow, sad work of disassembling parts of our home.|
The new vessel is coming along. . .
.clumsily . . . as we're having to continue rebuilding and refitting
the boat while we're living on her. Tesla's Revenge is a former Cal
2-29. We've shifted over the Empire's battery bank (all eight o
them), and will be pulling the mast (the mast supports have some
issues), building a pilot house over the cockpit, and equipping her
with a 5KW motor and 1000 watts of solar panels.
|New homes for old stuff |
Then the real fun begins, probably
As we reflect on Floating Empire and
our last three years on the water, its amazing to think what a
wonderful choice moving aboard proved to be: the adventures had,
friends made, and all surrounded by the beauty and grace of the
water. We wouldn't have had it any other way.
|The Floating Empire, now off on a new adventure.|
On to the next adventure.
MUCH more shortly.