Yesterday we all worked on the boat all day long; the guys, of course, worked much harder than I did. per usual.
While moving halibut gear, my dad and I stopped by shop that built his original boat 30 years ago. It barely fit in this building with only inches of clearance!
And now the boat 30 years later…
And my older brother B is now the captain of it. Or as we call him behind his back, the head honcho know-it-all. No, no, we don’t. I couldn’t captain a toy boat in my bath tub so I’m incredibly proud of him.
Working in our gear shed filled with crab gear and a lot of other junk:
In the afternoon my mom, dad and I were able to take a little break and go visit my dad’s friend’s recently purchased yacht. For the record, our fishing boats look nothing like this, meaning nice, clean, and accentuated with decorative throw pillows.
A TV rises up out of the granite countertop in front of the painting.
The galley kitchen with Sub Zero appliances and wood floors:
One of the staterooms; I think I should upgrade my stateroom to look this. Only problem is my stateroom used to be a tool room so it’s about the size of a tape measure.
The second stateroom:
The master stateroom:
My dad checking out his favorite room, the engine room which was aft of the master.
Ok fine, you convinced me; I’ll buy it. I’ve got $47.39, will that cover it?
Ok enough daydreaming, back to work. I’m going to work a couple hours this morning on our non-yacht boat and then we’re heading to Eugene!