We woke up bright and early (at least for us) at 7:30 in preparation of Bill’s 9:00 arrival to remove the muffler damaged by the gas explosion back at Blakely Island Marina. After hitting the shower and grabbing some breakfast at the marina café, we went back to the Reaper to clear the cockpit area (backend of the boat) so Bill would have complete access to the compartment hatch for removal of the muffler. This entailed complete removal of the bench seat that goes nearly the entire width of the boat and is a bit on the heavy side.
With the help of a marina deckhand who happened to be nearby helping an incoming boat tie-up to its slip, we got the bench seat out onto the dock and had the entire area cleared in time for Bill’s anticipated arrival at 9am. While waiting for Bill, we flagged down the marina's "mobile" holding tank pump-out boat called the MV Phekal Phreak, whose motto is "We take crap from anyone" and fortunately, they took it from us.
When 11:00 rolled around with no sign of Bill, we gave him a call and was told that he had come by at 8:30 and thought we were still sleeping. So, he decided to go and take care of some other things on his list and intended to give us a call, but got involved with these other things and forgot. He made it at 11:30 and had the muffler out in 10 minutes, and was off to his shop to prepare it for the repair work by trimming the frayed edges and sanding the surface in order for the glasswork to adhere.
Lysa and I headed off to catch the 12:30 shuttle to Friday Harbor to pick-up some supplies and see a bit of the area. Arriving in Friday Harbor just before 1:00, our first stop was to find a place for lunch. We soon located a nice little Mexican restaurant and had a nice meal complemented with a very “refreshing” margarita.
After lunch, we made our way further into town and located the hardware and marine store for a few of the items we needed, then it was off to the market for some food provisions. By this time, we were ready to head back to meet the shuttle for the return trip to Roche Harbor. With nearly a half hour until our shuttle arrived, we found a bench in the shade near the shuttle stop to wait.
While waiting for the shuttle, I noticed one of the most beautiful 1966 convertible Mustangs I had ever seen parked across the street. After taking a couple of pictures, I returned to our bench and after about 10 minutes, an older couple probably in their 60s (most likely the original owners) came out of a store, got in and drove off. We then headed to the shuttle pick-up spot and in line at the ferry loading area; I spotted a beautiful Olds Cutless, which looked to have been made around 1969, or 70. After snapping off a couple of pictures, we boarded the shuttle for the short ride back to Roche Harbor.
Once back on board, I went to work giving the Reaper a much needed bath while Lysa went up to the shore to find a nice shaded spot to hang out and read one of her many paperbacks. Cleaning the boat was hot, sweaty work, but well worth it as she was really in need of a good scrubbing. After all the cleaning supplies were stored, I treated myself to an ice cold Corona and crashed in the padded deck chair until it was time to head up to the store to restock on ice and yes, beer.
After the colors ceremony, Lysa went up to do a load of laundry while I hooked up our “entertainment” system to watch a video, “The Departed”, which was an amazing piece of cinema and an incredible story plot. Tomorrow, we’ll take care of a few miscellaneous projects and go for a tour of the marina to check out the incredible yachts that are moored here.
Just another day in paradise….
With the help of a marina deckhand who happened to be nearby helping an incoming boat tie-up to its slip, we got the bench seat out onto the dock and had the entire area cleared in time for Bill’s anticipated arrival at 9am. While waiting for Bill, we flagged down the marina's "mobile" holding tank pump-out boat called the MV Phekal Phreak, whose motto is "We take crap from anyone" and fortunately, they took it from us.
When 11:00 rolled around with no sign of Bill, we gave him a call and was told that he had come by at 8:30 and thought we were still sleeping. So, he decided to go and take care of some other things on his list and intended to give us a call, but got involved with these other things and forgot. He made it at 11:30 and had the muffler out in 10 minutes, and was off to his shop to prepare it for the repair work by trimming the frayed edges and sanding the surface in order for the glasswork to adhere.
Lysa and I headed off to catch the 12:30 shuttle to Friday Harbor to pick-up some supplies and see a bit of the area. Arriving in Friday Harbor just before 1:00, our first stop was to find a place for lunch. We soon located a nice little Mexican restaurant and had a nice meal complemented with a very “refreshing” margarita.
After lunch, we made our way further into town and located the hardware and marine store for a few of the items we needed, then it was off to the market for some food provisions. By this time, we were ready to head back to meet the shuttle for the return trip to Roche Harbor. With nearly a half hour until our shuttle arrived, we found a bench in the shade near the shuttle stop to wait.
While waiting for the shuttle, I noticed one of the most beautiful 1966 convertible Mustangs I had ever seen parked across the street. After taking a couple of pictures, I returned to our bench and after about 10 minutes, an older couple probably in their 60s (most likely the original owners) came out of a store, got in and drove off. We then headed to the shuttle pick-up spot and in line at the ferry loading area; I spotted a beautiful Olds Cutless, which looked to have been made around 1969, or 70. After snapping off a couple of pictures, we boarded the shuttle for the short ride back to Roche Harbor.
Once back on board, I went to work giving the Reaper a much needed bath while Lysa went up to the shore to find a nice shaded spot to hang out and read one of her many paperbacks. Cleaning the boat was hot, sweaty work, but well worth it as she was really in need of a good scrubbing. After all the cleaning supplies were stored, I treated myself to an ice cold Corona and crashed in the padded deck chair until it was time to head up to the store to restock on ice and yes, beer.
After the colors ceremony, Lysa went up to do a load of laundry while I hooked up our “entertainment” system to watch a video, “The Departed”, which was an amazing piece of cinema and an incredible story plot. Tomorrow, we’ll take care of a few miscellaneous projects and go for a tour of the marina to check out the incredible yachts that are moored here.
Just another day in paradise….
1 comment:
Hot damn - that stang is SWEET.
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