From Wish to Reality

Well, it was in just the last post that I was catching myself wishing for a sailboat...and holy crap I've got one.

The Canadian Thanksgiving weekend was a mad dashing rush to temporarily acquire a trailer, pack everyone (me, Rue, 2 girls + Dog) drive for 5 hours through rain and blowing snow on the Coquihalla connector, deal with a drunken Rugby team in Abbotsford pounding on my hotel door at 2, 3, 4 and finally 5AM, head out in the morning to meet up with the donor (did I mention that the boat was FREE? Alright DAMAGED, too - but nothing a little E-glass, elbow-grease and gelcoat couldn't fix) and get the boat on a maybe too short trailer with dodgy 1970's wiring...

Did I mention that the trailer was probably too short?

Then the mad dash back up the Coquihalla, eyes staring into the rearview mirror as the trailer bounced on every bump, waiting for the sickening crash that would mean that the boat had torn itself free of restraint and had slipped off the trailer into the path of unsuspecting travellers on the darkest part of an already darkened highway...

Then the welcoming sight of my driveway and home...

I am the proud owner of a very much used, very much in need of TLC almost-40-year-old Flying Dutchman...

What have I gotten myself into?