For me, the one funny thing of the Covid pandemic has been those clips on youtube of people frantically buying toilet paper like if the world was about to end, and the only thing you would need before dying is having an extra clean butt. Then one day, while trying to load 3 massive Costco packs of toilet paper on top of 10 gallons of laundry soap, I realized people were looking at me funny. It then dawned on me: I had become one of them…
Like people refusing to admit they’re over 32, I’m in complete denial right now: we’ve been hauled-out now for 6 months. No more than that. It’s been a few months now that it’s been 6 months we’re here. And I keep thinking we should be back in the water by now, not spending my days sanding under the sun in 95F+ heat, sweating faster than I can drink water.
SO? What does this all mean for Pablo and its crew and where do we stand today?
I opened a lot of boxes. Got tangled in a few rabbit holes and chose to jump over many more. By the time we’ll splash back, we’ll have hopefully addressed a whole lot of issues and fixed a few more “since we’re at it”:
So how this 1 month plan turned out? Well, spoiler alert; we’re still sitting on the hard, 5 months later. So what happened? What’s going on in that mystical time-sucking-black-hole that people call boatyard? How can a 3 weeks plan turn into a 5 months odyssey? I’m not sure. Maybe you can tell me. Here is what happened:
“Pablo was such in bad shape?” was the first comment I read this morning over a facebook post @saltymatey. While sipping my coffee, I realized that the answer needed a bit of context. The only way to explain how we ended up kicking up 2021 in a boat yard required me to do what I dredged for a long time; I needed to write a new blog post!