This post is unusually short. It’s probably related to the fact that I’ve written it on a piece of wet paper in the middle of the crossing…
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…
Because I realized we collect GB of pictures without even looking at them, I’ve decided to dump some of them from time to time here, a better / easier way to share with you than on social medias.
Well, not really. But catchy title right?
So much happened in the past year. For the ones who haven’t followed us on the few social media we post updates to; we’ve crossed an ocean! Or part of it at least.
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”:
What happened you say? Did the bad surprises stopped, or Pablo is still rolling out punch after punch at me while my bank account self-immolated?
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!
One of the recurring question we get when we’re talking about being in passage – that is sailing more than 24 hours without stopping – is exactly that: how do we stop? Surely, there must be something clever that allows us to stop the boat at night.