As expected, today went off without a hitch. Well, almost. Rolled out of the Boler. Grabbed a coffee and hit the road. Thirty minutes later, we were there. Or so we thought. Turns out my lovely navigator hadn’t had enough coffee yet. As a result I was routed to the wrong marina. Some confusion ensued. She wasn’t very cooperative in admitting fault. Maybe I was partially to blame. Got back on the highway. Off to another marina. In the end, no big deal other than a few frayed nerves and some damaged feelings.
The survey? In a nutshell, no surprises. Our surveyor found every burnt out light bulb. Checked every crevice. Martin, the owner, was put to work emptying out spaces that the surveyor wanted in to. At the end of the day, he was bathed in sweat. I’m sure he slept well that night. We’re officially on the hook for a 2005 Lagoon 410. A beauty of a boat. A living platform suitable for kings.
The best part? Went to the bar immediately after. That’s right. The bar was awesome. Not because of the drinks or the bartenders push up bra. It was awesome because of this:
A monohull (read single engine) passing under an open bridge. Bridge closes. Monohull loses power to it’s (single) engine. Drifts back with the current and get’s wedged at 45 degrees under the bridge. Now don’t get me wrong. I felt bad for the guy. Looked like he’d put some effort into this home built boat. But c’mon! It ain’t get much better than this. Spectating at the bar (at someone else’s expense). “Ominous” was the first word that came to mind. But after a couple more drinks, it hit me. It’s a monohull! No redundancy whatsoever. Single hull. Single engine. Single rudder. You see, on a catamaran you can simply fire up the other engine (if it’s not running already), pop another cold one and go along your merry way.
We made the right choice.
