One chore that could not be put off was moving the Blue Moon from her winter quarters in the town marina to her new mooring.
I'd been hoping for a mild winter, even fantasized about a New Years Day sail. Instead, we were treated to an exceptionally cold and snowy winter.
|Ye olde homestead half-buried in snow|
|Chris & Lauren helping with the digging|
|Floating in slush|
Since this was the worst winter in recorded history (most snow, ever, in January), I figure we've been through the worst that Nature can throw at us.
And, yes, I know that is just the sort of hubris that Nature loves to prove wrong! I should just shut up about it.
Anyway, faster than expected, it was time to move out of the winter slip and onto the summer mooring.
|The still-empty Huntington Harbor|
You might be wondering where her boom, gaff, mizzen, & other spars are.
In one word: varnish. More on that saga, later! In the meantime, Happy Spring!
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