We had to make a run into Brownsville today so Joan could pick up some stuff she needs for making the inside windshield covers... well, and so I could have some fine Italian food. When we got back home, I saw my neighbor from across the street sitting out on his 36' catamaran. Yesterday, he told me he was planning to haul the boat out today to get a bottom job done.
I walked over and asked, "Wassup?" Found out that he was waiting for the travel-lift to clear so he could get in. "I was supposed to get hauled out first thing this morning; now they're saying 3:00."
"Need a hand at the dock over at the boat yard?" (This guy can handle that 36' boat solo like it was a kayak.) "And, Joan can meet us over there and bring you back here to get your truck."
"That would be great."
So, at 3:00, Randy and I took his boat to the boatyard, Joan took off in the truck. The bridge to our island was out, so we got there before her. Easy landing with a northeast wind; two guys from the marina caught our lines. Wasn't really much for me to do, other than hand them the lines... I'm not used to being "deck fluff." ;-)
On the bright side, it was the chance to get out on a boat today.
Oh, and when the boat came out of the water, the bottom didn't look bad. His boat is 31 years old, and there are undoubtedly a few blisters... but, the bottom paint did a decent job with the crud; 3 years since the last bottom job, and there was still plenty of paint on there. Someone's going to ask: Petit Trinidad.
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