Well it was another what a day kind of days.
We got rolling at a respectable hour and then things took off. Jason is a real dynamo which may have been mentioned yesterday. We did food shopping, parts shopping, galley plates, utensils, additional tools like battery powered drill and a host of other items from tea towels to Costco size bags of oats. It was the most shopped out experience of my existence. Were new fire extinguishers mentioned? You name it, concerning boats, and we likely bought one if not two.
It may have been mentioned in the posts while on the Meaford instructional weekend that Jason is a natural teacher. He never stopped through the entire epic shopping period. Almost, though not quite, to the point of memory overload. Oh yeah we bought more diesel in Jose's borrowed plastic gas containers. But that is getting ahead of the my story a bit.
Jose had called early in the day explaining that Canadian Tire did not have the 37 feet of fuel line as promised and that he was still on the hunt. He was finishing off that job over in the yard of another engine install so not like his time was being waisted. He was able to get an electric pump which he wanted to add to the system due to the fuel tank being installed below the height of the engine. He thought it would help in getting fuel up the height from the bilge to the engine. He would have installed a fuel tank above the engine in the stern part of the engine compartment, thus removing the need for the pump. No sense looking back at this point so we bought the pump and the same guy promised 25 feet of fuel line by tomorrow.
Jason and myself then turned our attention on rigging the sails and setting all the sheets up properly. This took a lot more tinkering than you would expect, mostly due to the boom having been taken off for the time of Makina on the hard. We also discovered such things as the forward running light not being wired up. Perhaps Chris had been thinking about some work he had mentioned to me in the anchor locker, but the lines were there yet not connected. We thought we would look deeper into that in the morrow as the light had gone by this time. All the other exterior lights seemed to be working fine.
It was late evening around 21:00 that we finally had enough stowed that we could actually use the cabin's table and Jason whipped up a lovely vegetarian dish and we broke bread for the first time since a pizza late lunch while out of the monumental shopping spree.
Imagine you had just bought a house and the furnace was working and the roof nice and tight and electrical hooked up. Yet you had not a piece of furniture, plate, fork or spoon in the kitchen and not a tool to fix the plumbing or hang a door. That was the state of Makina. A seaworthy vessel but not one comfort for its crew. Today's epic shipping trip really made her a home. From tea towels to ice in the ice box. This vessel was ready for a passage... well expect for that 10 feet of fuel hose.
It was rewarding yet exhausting a day and money was spent like a drunk sailor while being a sober as a judge. But Makina is now more than a vessel, she is a home that one is comfortable to live aboard.
Too busy for much picture taking which is generally a gauge of the day's activities. Crossing my fingers for us to get underway tomorrow. This rusty seadog shall be sleeping soundly tonight!
May the wind be at your back!
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