Anyway, yeah, you been there. And you wait. The guy said midmorning, late morning. At 1:30 you get a little peeved.
"He says he's only 1/2 an hour away!" says the nice dock lady. So you check your lines again. You kick a rock across the lot. You're still on the hard, and it seems like you might just stay there. Forever.
Hey! Travellift is here! Everything is going swimmingly. Back it up, back it up, careful, watch out for that houseboat perched precariously off to port! Ahh. Now, just slide those straps under the hull and, and, and look up and realize the crossbar has seriously scrunched your bimini.
No big deal! Shit happens! Hey, a little wood, a little muscle, and we'll straighten those tubes right out. After all, they're stainless steel.....
Boat in water, both engines fire up, and yay! We're.... hold up a sec... that gauge is showing a little hot. Hey, Starboard isn't sucking water. Shit.
Impeller? It's a nothing part, captain, but without it, ship don't move.
Ah well, maybe Friday. At least the hull is wet. And those new mooring lines? They worked like champions.
"And the boating adventure continues..." says Peter.
Yes, Yes it does. And she floats.
