Dave and I are continuing to get Blue Moon ready for the trip. We are trying to think of all the things that could go wrong in advance and try to nip them in the bud but with a boat that is impossible. Boats are fickle things. It's as if they have moods.
Dave is installing a screen on the salon door. In all our years of boating we have never had a bug problem (except those damn lake flies that appear from no where when you are out on the lake. Weird). Since we are headed for Georgian Bay and the wilds of Canada, not to mention the deep south, screens seem like a good idea.
Yesterday was Father's Day and Steve presented Dad with this awesome Ship's Log book:
He had it laser engraved with the image of Blue Moon and the nameplate. Great job!
This whole trip still seems surreal to us but we are going to do it. I heard of an old workmate friend of mine that I haven't seen in years who had a serious stroke and heart attack recently leaving her bedridden. She's only a year older than me. Super bummer. I hope she recovers somehow. That just reaffirmed to me that now is the time for this journey. The clock is ticking louder than it used to! So....Bahamas or bust!
