Phyrcooler
Senior Member
Well... the keys finally exchanged hands yesterday. The day couldn't have been more beautiful on the west coast with crystal clear skies and calm seas. A short 45 minute cruise up the coast to put her to bed at an interim marina until we can move her to her new home port. After a quick run to West Marine for a couple items, a "to-go" order of food - we settled down on the bridge to eat and enjoy the sunset. Ah... this is what we dream of and the justification of the past month's worth of stress; and the huge hole in our savings account.
Too soon it was time to close up and head for the long drive home. A final walk through. Double check all the switches on the panel. Check bilge. The locking of the doors. Checking all the lines. Adjusting the lines that were less than perfect. Re securing a couple bumpers. Rinsing her off. Checking the shoreline. Re checking the docklines. Again. Back on board. Unlock the door. Look inside. Just in case. Recheck the panel. Close door. Relock. Wife reminding me we need to get home. Sigh. Walk up dock. Look back to reassure myself she isn't sinking. Head for home.
During the three hour drive I mentioned that I probably should have checked the bilge one more time. My wife politely looked away when she rolled her eyes. We're soulmates. I know what she is thinking.
Further contemplation. Maybe we should have arranged for grandma to stay all night with the kids so we could stay on the boat. Just in case. Wife didn't even look up from web surfing on her phone. Only a mumbled "uh-huh". And a pat on the arm.
At home, I finally passed out around midnight. Less than an hour later I was startled awake. I should have checked the bilge. Again. Thoughts raced as I stared at the clock. What is the capability of those 3 bilge pumps? I should read up on that.
I must have fallen asleep, because now the clock says 0300. The WATER HEATER! It was off, right? I mentally replayed the admonishment from the PO regarding don't turn it on until you were sure it was full of water. Watching the clock again. It's ok. She's insured. Just relax. Hmmm... I wonder if there is an exemption for stupid first time owners? Need to check the policy after the sun comes up.
0600. Awake again. Mind racing. Hmmm. It's only a 3 hour drive to get there. Seriously. This is worse than having a baby.
This is normal. Right?
Too soon it was time to close up and head for the long drive home. A final walk through. Double check all the switches on the panel. Check bilge. The locking of the doors. Checking all the lines. Adjusting the lines that were less than perfect. Re securing a couple bumpers. Rinsing her off. Checking the shoreline. Re checking the docklines. Again. Back on board. Unlock the door. Look inside. Just in case. Recheck the panel. Close door. Relock. Wife reminding me we need to get home. Sigh. Walk up dock. Look back to reassure myself she isn't sinking. Head for home.
During the three hour drive I mentioned that I probably should have checked the bilge one more time. My wife politely looked away when she rolled her eyes. We're soulmates. I know what she is thinking.
Further contemplation. Maybe we should have arranged for grandma to stay all night with the kids so we could stay on the boat. Just in case. Wife didn't even look up from web surfing on her phone. Only a mumbled "uh-huh". And a pat on the arm.
At home, I finally passed out around midnight. Less than an hour later I was startled awake. I should have checked the bilge. Again. Thoughts raced as I stared at the clock. What is the capability of those 3 bilge pumps? I should read up on that.
I must have fallen asleep, because now the clock says 0300. The WATER HEATER! It was off, right? I mentally replayed the admonishment from the PO regarding don't turn it on until you were sure it was full of water. Watching the clock again. It's ok. She's insured. Just relax. Hmmm... I wonder if there is an exemption for stupid first time owners? Need to check the policy after the sun comes up.
0600. Awake again. Mind racing. Hmmm. It's only a 3 hour drive to get there. Seriously. This is worse than having a baby.
This is normal. Right?
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