After 2 weeks of being there, I want to share some of what our life is like swinging from the hook.
We now sleep in the V berth, which Jenn told you all about, and it's awesome. The fore-mast runs through the v-berth and on windy days it creaks, and the unused running backstays bang on the mast. Think of a drum in your bedroom, with someone else banging on it. We tie off the spare halyard, and the regular halyard, and one of the backstays, so usually there isn't any noise, but that just makes the occasional noise even worse.
We get up, me around dawn, Jenn a little later, usually when I've heated water, and sometimes not until I actually make coffee, but I don't drink coffee, so I don't really know what I'm doing, so I don't do it very often. It's on my long list of things to be better at.
If the wind is blowing hard (which it did a lot in Port Washington, irritatingly) we try to stay on the boat until the waves die down. Rowing the dinghy in waves more than a few inches high is irritating. I need to be better at that too. However, occasionally we plan things with other humans, and that involves going out when I might not otherwise do it. I rowed Sipsey and Maryam out to the boat one day in waves I wouldn't normally cruise around in.
|Wyatt is pretty good about holding still in the dinghy|
There are constantly boat projects to be done. A boat is a remarkably harsh environment for, well, anything. There are almost infinite quantities of sun, salt water, and motion, and in concert they can destroy just about anything in short order. Fabric and electronics are prime victims. So we do anything we can to prevent chafe and protect expensive things. And some things just need to be replaced and re-covered every so often. So we have chores that never end. And everything is packed into the smallest space possible, since cubic feet are so valuable on a boat.