Afloat. Finally.
And not taking on any water (as far as I can tell). (There’s a boat across the channel, a little powerboat, that has a bilge pump that kicks off every five or ten minutes; Centennial is drier than that, for sures, anyway.)
Sam and I got quite the ride getting her from the launching slip to B-106 where you see her now. She is a complete pig under power. Learning to handle her in a marina is going to be, er, entertaining. A concerned (and experienced) boater jumped aboard when I was struggling and took the helm. He did about as poorly as I had been doing (which, secretly, made me feel a little better). We did get her berthed eventually. I did lose a shoe (!) fending off of a dock (and that was a dock an entire channel away from B-106), but I have lots of shoes.
Poor Jo had to cool her heels on the dock while we suffered. We couldn’t even hear her advice.
Back tomorrow to putz around with the sails. Very happy.