It’s a Wrap!

Our planned haul out date was in mid-October. We wanted to squeeze as much out of our delayed boating season as possible. But 2020 has been quite the year, and true to form, things did not go as expected. 

We deliberately stayed away from the water over the Labor Day holiday weekend. Weekends are always more crowded, but this summer seemed to be even crazier on the weekends than in previous years. Not only were there more boats, the captains did not seem to be very experienced or were outright careless. As retirees, we can avoid the weekends (although this is really painful when the weather is beautiful.)

After Labor Day weekend we lazily headed over to Napatree again. 

The Ocean House overlooking Watch Hill as we enter the anchorage.
Another Napatree sunset after a quiet and peaceful day onboard.

Dean and MJ were also here at Napatree. Dean dragged Al out in the dinghy for a little fishing as the sun retired for the day. Evidently fish can get more active around this time. Or is it when the current changes??

Dean and Al fishing as the sunset’s colors deepen.

The next day was lovely. Just a simple relaxing day at anchor. Al worked on the boat while I worked on a weaving project.

We spotted Renaissance Woman, a Kadey Krogen Whaleback. Marianne and I had connected by email and phone through the Krogen grapevine (Kadey Ladies). She had once fractured her back and offered support and wisdom to help me through my recovery. We were both thrilled to physically be in the same place at the same time. Former Connecticut residents, they now live on Renaissance Woman and are traveling south.  

Renaissance Woman, a Kadey Krogen Whaleback
Marianne and Ric “visit” with us by dinghy.
When you see the birds acting like this, it means the fish are out there. And if the fish are out there…..
Dean grabbed Al and out they went again.

Interestingly (to me), Al has decided he wants to fish now. He likes Dean’s approach – catch and release. Al has since spruced up and refurbished the fishing equipment that languished in storage at home. I think that’s good. There may come a day when there are fewer and fewer boat projects and he will need something else to do! We all know that when he runs out of projects, he sells the current boat. And that ain’t gonna happen this time!!!!

And another Napatree sunset. Al gives the sunset a little salute with our Bahamas conch horn.
The night lights of Watch Hill, the Ocean House still visible. I don’t have a fancy camera so this is the best I could capture.

The weather changed overnight and I awoke to a thick and damp fog blanket. While enjoying my morning coffee and surveying the anchorage, I saw some movement.

A catboat was quietly sailing by.
And there he goes, after crossing in front of our bow.
The day continued to be overcast and downright rainy. Everyone else left the anchorage except for us. I guess we were really trying to get the most out of our short season. 😉 The next day wasn’t as nice as predicted so we headed back to the club then.

After spending the weekend at home, back we went to SYC. The weather had turned chilly and windy so we reverted back to “dock potatoes” status. Hey, at least we were on the boat!

MY FIRST (and only) BEACH WALK OF THE ENTIRE 2020 SUMMER SEASON!!!!!! How did I get there when I could not get in and out of the dinghy? We drove from SYC to Watch Hill. 😁 It was a nice day – picnic lunch out at the USCG station, a walk on East Beach, ice cream at St. Claire’s Annex.

And that brings us to late September, still plenty of time for fall boating, right? We left SYC and scooted over to West Harbor on Fishers Island for a few days. On our way out, we stopped by our mooring in the outer Town of Groton field to pull it out for the winter. Al usually does it from the dinghy but he decided we could do it from the Kadey Krogen. It seemed to me that this could be tricky. How do you pull out a mooring that you are simultaneously secured to?? But hey, I went along with it. Al usually knows what he is doing. Or figures it out along the way.

After I maneuvered the boat to the mooring, Al secured the mooring ball with another line to the transom.
Al contemplates how to use the dinghy hoist system on the flybridge as the power to haul up the mooring and chain.
And there it sat on the transom. The mooring chain is connected to the winter stick and the float, ready to be released. I went back to the helm and gave Al the ok to let it go.
We never even used the mooring this year, but it was nice to see it used by friends when needed.

After that chore, we traveled the four miles to West Harbor and chose to pick up a mooring instead of anchor. While on the bow securing the mooring line, Al noticed thinly spreading oil on the surface on the water near our bow. Uh oh…… 😳😬 the oil is coming from us. This is not good. Not good for the environment and not good for us because that should not be happening. Al surmised that it must be the bowthruster that is leaking oil. He immediately contacted Shennecossett to request an emergency haul-out the next morning. 

We spent the night in West Harbor, obviously disappointed that our short season was going to be even shorter.

Al takes the helm as we head into the haul out well. Gee, Al never brings the boat into the club, that’s my job. Will he be able to do it???? Of course!
Al, waiting for the crew to bring the travel lift to the well. Not the end of the season that we had imagined. An emergency haul out with only three weeks left meant we wouldn’t put her back into the water. We also had no idea how long a repair might take.

The obligatory haul-out photos to document the event…………

Up she goes.
On her way for a bottom washing.
Now this was interesting! As soon as Kindred Spirit was up and blocked, Al inspected the bowthruster to see where the oil leak originated. It was not the bowthruster (the large lower opening.) The oil was dripping from the small thru-hull higher up the hull (in the darker blue boot stripe.) That is the drain for the anchor locker. After some thought about why oil would be coming from a chain locker, Al realized that the motor and gears for the windlass is mounted below deck in the chain locker. It has about a quart of oil in its gears. Upon inspection, Al discovered the seal is leaking on the windlass and had dumped all of its oil onto the chain which then leaked out. This is actually better for us because it is most likely something that Al can fix himself. Ahhh, another winter project is added to the list.

Sometimes you need a little levity during times of disappointment. Dean snapped this photo at just the right moment —-

Al is draining the stale water from the boatyard hose before using it to flush the engine before the final winterization. But it sure looks like something else, doesn’t it???? 🤪

Once Kindred Spirit was on the hard on her poppits in her winter location, it was time to climb up and begin the process of removing our belongings and things that don’t fare well when stored aboard in the cold long months. I will be completely honest here. As I stood at the bottom of the ladder and looked down at the gravel and up at the transom, tears leaked from my eyes and I froze. This wasn’t because the season was ending abruptly. I was having a moment of PTSD remembering the last time I was on Kindred Spirit, on the hard, only four months ago. I was fine out on the water but this brought back a flood of memories. A deep breath and Al’s steadying hand on my shoulder helped me overcome it.

This looks familiar! Sweet Liberty, the former Kindred Spirit #3 is right behind us again. She is close enough to almost touch.
By the following week, the boat was shrink wrapped. See how close these boats are?? Sweet Liberty on the left and Kindred Spirit on the right.
After a day of winterizing, we enjoyed a lovely meal at Ford’s with our dear friends, Mary Jo and Dean.

Life is full of unexpected twists and turns, sometimes good, sometimes not so good. That’s just the way it is. Especially 2020. Our short season on Kindred Spirit was only 10 weeks. We were never more than 12 miles from our homeport and only put 20 hours on the engine. Of those 70 days, we spent 33 days aboard Kindred Spirit. Not too bad. I think those times actually helped me to recover from the spinal surgery by bringing a sense of normalcy to my life. We are looking forward to the 2021 season!

Away, Away!

Away, Away, away from the dock!  The melody from “We Know the Way” (Disney movie,  Moana) with the refrain “Away, Away!” was singing in my head as we left the dock to GO somewhere. Side story here – I was admitted to the in-patient rehabilitation facility four days after my spinal surgery. The office administrator entered my room with paperwork in her hand. She said, with a confused and smiling face, “So, it says here that you are Polynesian…….. I’m thinking that’s not correct??” We both laughed, something I surely needed at that moment. Throughout the 10 days of my stay there, she would pass by and say “And how is my Polynesian friend doing?” A few evenings later, Moana was playing on the TV, so I watched it again and enjoyed it even more. There are “boats” in it.

But I digress……

For our first away from the dock overnight, we headed to Ram Island at the end of the Mystic River. We didn’t go far, less than 5 miles from the dock, but to me, it was like another world just to be out on the water again. Everything seemed new again.

I think I may be getting the hang of this piloting from the pilot house. I feel like a flybridge traitor – never thought I would give up piloting from up there.
The south side of Ram Island as we pass by to go around and into the little nook on its eastern side. There is one house on the island that has been rebuilt since it was destroyed by fire in 2014. 

For a Tuesday, it was pretty busy in the little harbor nook on the eastern side of Ram Island. We have been purposefully avoiding weekends on the water, but it didn’t seem to matter in August.  The boats did provide some entertainment.

Ram Island sits at the end of the Mystic River so you get to see a variety of boats —

We had a nice view of this touring schooner coming in and out of the Mystic River.
Each day these fast little “boats” come in and out of the little bay. Listening closely, we realized they are actually a tour group with a guide.
Other boats, some sail, some power, all enjoying the sun and the little beach. The one on the lower left was a disappointing sight. Trump flag with “no more bull&*%t” Really?

We didn’t do much, just relaxed (I relaxed; Al never relaxes) and enjoyed the boat, at anchor.

Speaking of anchor, Al also worked out his new anchor snubber system. 

Dyneema snubber part
Snubber system

We also practiced using the dinghy hoist system. This is new to us. We have always had davits on the stern for our dinghy which made the dinghy easy to lower and raise. Storing the dinghy on the flybridge keeps the transom free of obstruction and makes it easier for me to board the boat from the dock. Al had already practiced the hoist system but it was now time for me to learn my role.

There are two motors that control lifting and lowering the dinghy, each controlled by a remote. 

Dinghy hoist controls – Al labeled each and I studied the buttons. Boom is easy – the picture nicely indicated up and down. I had to think about the dinghy hoist. “IN” means the line is pulled in which makes the dinghy go up (IN and UP are two letter words.) “OUT” means the line goes down. And “RUN” is the “start” or “go.”
I have the easy part – pushing buttons!
Al has the harder and more physical tasks. Steadying and controlling the dinghy physically.
Test ride for the new dinghy.

What else we learned……. I can’t get into the dinghy from the transom. I stood there and thought and thought and realized that I am not yet able to move my body safely in that way. And if I could get into the dinghy, the water would have to be very, very calm so that I don’t bounce up and down.

While dinghying about, Al took some photos of Kindred Spirit.
The lowest part of Ram Island is just a thin strip of a beach grassy area with these little scrubby trees.
From up on the flybridge, there is a better view of the scrubby little trees and over the thinnest part of Ram Island.
One of my favorite things when we are out on the boat – Coffee in the cockpit.
Latimer Reef Lighthouse in the distance.
A cloudy sky
Dean calls these clouds “mountain clouds.” The deep blue waves above the white puffs do resemble distant mountain peaks.

The next week – a second time away, away! Off to Napatree, doubling our distance from 4 nautical miles to 11 nautical miles.! WooHoo!

Ledge Light
A beautiful bright morning. The Captain enjoys his coffee at the helm.
We passed by fellow SYC members, John and Michele, on Alandor.
Fishing from a kayak by the red nun.
It was really one of those very special mornings – bright sun making the water sparkle, perfect temperature, no humidity.
Views of Stonington
Coming up to round Sandy Point, always a “treat” the first time each season. Where has the marker been moved for this year? How much shoaling has there been? How shallow will the the channel be?
“Row, row, row your boat, gently” …..on a lovely summer morning.
Look familiar? That’s Sweet Liberty, the former Kindred Spirit. We passed each other in the channel going opposite ways. She looks really good!
The Ocean House in all her glory sitting above Watch Hill.
A nice peaceful and unobstructed view of the beach from our anchorage.
A windsurfer entertained us as he zipped by and jumped into the air, all-around and between the boats.
A lovely end to a nice day.

The next day, Jallao arrived on their way home from BI. We planned a socially distant happy hour with Mary Jo and Dean in our cockpit for that evening. 

Mary Jo and Dean arrive at Napatree from Block Island.

Wind and ran arrived just before our get together time. Checking the radar and weather apps told us that we were not going to get together after all. The blowing and rains didn’t end until around 10:30 pm that night. 

The rainy and windy late afternoon stretched into the night. Notice the tennis balls on the Hawse pipe cleat? Al repurposed the tennis balls that he put on my walker’s feet. I’ve made progress!! The walker has not been needed for a long time.

But morning brought a whole new view. 

I do enjoy my coffee out in the cockpit!
What is this? Could it be???? Al is relaxing!!
Our fellow KK39 buddy, Don (who was also the second owner of our KK39) has an eagle eye and noted our upside down Furuno cover! Shame on us! I’ll never do THAT again. 🙃🙄
Lovely bright morning for a photo opp..

We left around noon and headed towards the channel after pulling up the anchor. Then… uh oh….. the engine suddenly stopped. Whaaaaat???? Thankfully, we were not yet in the narrow channel and dropped the anchor so that Al could investigate. We tried to restart the engine, but it did not cooperate. Good news – there was nothing wrong with the engine.  Bad news – Al’s butt had unknowingly and accidentally bumped the fuel filter level to the off position while checking the oil which then starved the engine of fuel. Bad news – He has to “bleed” the engine to restart it which he has never done on this boat.  Good news –  Al read the manual and does it!! The engine starts up and off we go an hour later!

I could watch Al work on the engine from the pilot house. Yup, that is a camera in the engine room. I am continually amazed by all the things on this boat.
On the left – the lever in the wrong position after the butt bump. On the right – Al’s fix so that this doesn’t inadvertently happen again. Zip ties to hold the lever in place with a snipper there to cut the ties when necessary.
Kindred Spirit

Our first two multi-day trips were not to faraway or exciting places, but it still felt very special to me. We are fortunate to live in a region that has so many fine water places, and so close. We are getting acquainted with this new Kindred Spirit and falling in love with her. For me, I am grateful to be on the boat, even if I can’t get off or go for very long. I am trying to be content with what I can do and not mourn what I can no longer do.

Looking forward to more little trips through September!

A “Grands” Visit

This probably counts towards another “dock potatoes” event, but I think it deserves its very own post. My son and his family came to see the new boat and hopefully go out for a ride. Alas, the winds were just a bit too much for my novice docking skills, so we stayed tied to the slip. All in all, I don’t think that bothered our grandchildren, Caleb (6) and Cecily (3 1/2), very much. They found plenty to do and explore.

Up and down, in and out, all over the boat ……..all day long.  😍

All aboard Kindred Spirit!
One of my favorite comments of the day from Caleb – “This is like the Titanic!” Whaaat??? His explanation — the round portholes reminded him of a picture he had seen. Whew, I thought that was a bad omen at first.

If one does it, the other has to…… siblings!

Papa let his crew practice their aim with the wash down on the bow. Goal — hit the piling!
Up the ladder to the flybridge, making funny faces. At least there were no arguments about wearing life jackets.
Pretending to steer the boat. Haha – Caleb instinctively steered with his feet, just like Papa does!
And more steering in the pilot house. These big wheels are just too hard to resist! We started to wonder just where the rudder would be by the end of this day.
The stateroom is always an interesting spot. That big high bed is so much fun to climb up onto.
Ryan, Caleb, Cecily, Kerri, and me.

By far the favorite place on the boat seemed to be that walk-in engine room.

Ooooooh, look at this special little door. What’s in there, Papa?
And there they are, in the engine room with Papa.
Short enough to walk around in the engine room.
Caleb loved Papa’s special headlights. Down the hole in the floor and back into the engine room.
Cutting up hot dogs to feed the striped bass.
Feeding the fish, the enormous striped bass, pets off our yacht club, hang out in the slip next to us. See video here —
SYC’s playground is just the right size for our little people.

It was a great day, filled with family, love, and fun.

“Dock Potatoes”

Kindred Spirit in her slip on D Dock

That caught your attention, didn’t it? “Dock Potatoes” as in “Couch Potatoes.” Joan, the new admiral of Kindred Spirit #3, used this phrase which is much kinder than the phrase “dock scum,” which we had previously heard. That’s how I felt about the summer so far. The boat didn’t splash into the water until July 16th and our boat time has been overwhelming tied to the dock, which is not our usual style. Although Al spent 2 days each week working on projects here, my boat time has been limited to weekends because of physical therapy appointments, and because my healing spine could only handle short times at first. 

After the launch and christening we began with a short day trip to be sure I could get on and off the boat and feel comfortable underway. My first trip out on the boat (if it could really be called a “trip”) was with a crew aboard for assistance. Anthony and Annette from Magnolia joined us for a day trip to West Harbor on Fishers Island. I watched while Al was at the helm and Anthony and Annette handled the lines.

We passed Magnolia sitting on our mooring. Note the resemblance? She is Kindred Spirit‘s big sister.
Once we were out in Fishers Island Sound, I took the helm to get reacquainted with the feel of it all. Annette is an awesome captain and a fine mentor. Sometimes a girl just needs another female around, you know?
Company arrived as soon as we anchored. Anthony said this was good luck. Yeah, maybe….. but what if he poops?
Al and Annette work on the intricacies of shade curtain construction.
Anthony, engaged in deep thoughts about boating.
A lovely day ended with dinner together on Kindred Spirit. It was so disappointing that our summer cruising plans were canceled, twice, but we were grateful for the time we did get to spend together.

For 4 weeks we spent a lot of time at the dock.

The view of B Dock from the pilot house while at the dock.

During our “dock potatoes” time, I adjusted to moving cautiously around the boat, trying not to bend, lift or twist (BLT). Haha, that is not easy to do on a boat. Al, of course, did boat chores and more of his projects.

Al laying down on the job.
Bottom photo – Al replacing the ignition on the oven/stovetop.
Top photo – Al is investigating the swim ladder and transom with thoughts of a new project for the winter.
Sometimes Al actually relaxes.
Have loom, will weave. I’m so glad I added this small loom to my collection. Perfect size for onboard weaving.
We almost always eat in the cockpit. Al discovered a new beer can holder. Multi-purpose!

It is harder to socialize these days with covid-19, but it can be done.

Happy hour and dinner with the crew of Cutting Class, Marcia and Dan. Outdoors and 8 feet apart.
Happy hour with Sweet Liberty‘s crew, Joan and Whit. Sweet Liberty is the former Kindred Spirit #3.
We weren’t there, but Lisa sent a text and photo to say hello. 😁
Al (a different Al) on Lady D, across the dock from us, took this photo one early morning at sunrise. We are the third boat from the right. Thank you!

Finally, finally, we took Kindred Spirit out for an overnight away from the dock. This was my first time at the helm to take her out of the dock. I’ve handled the Morgan and the Mariner in and out of the dock, but the Krogen has a much different feel to the controls. Our headsets refused to work (whaaat?) With knocking knees (literally, not figuratively), it was still a successful first departure. Once we were at anchor, Al googled and found the fix for the headsets. Whew, they work again.

Our track – We took a side trip up to Noank and then across to West Harbor.
Sunset at West Harbor. Away from the dock, although only a few miles. Very, very nice to sleep away from the dock.

We returned to the dock the next morning which meant I had to bring the boat into the slip, and back her in. I played around with stopping the boat near buoys out in the Sound. That might sound silly to some boaters, but I know myself and I needed to do that. Al, as always was very patient. Back at SYC, slow and steady worked. Thanks to headsets and Al’s guidance in my ears, I did it. Oh boy, this was a whole new routine, but Al said his magic words, “Fine job, my dear.”

That afternoon, for a delayed 26th wedding anniversary, we drove to Ford’s in Noank for lunch. Our first restaurant meal since….. February?? It was nice and felt safe. Outdoors, of course.

A view of Ford’s from the water when we toured up to Noank the day before.
Nice views of the Mystic River and the lobster shack.
Delicious lobster BLT! We thoroughly enjoyed our first restaurant experience in over 5 months.

So, my conclusion? When the boat is this comfortable, even time spent as “dock potatoes” can be enjoyable.

“Watsonizing” – My Turn 😁

While Al worked on the important systems of the boat all winter and spring, I spent my time thinking about how I wanted the interior of the boat to look to make it feel like “ours.”  

Time for a tour…………. starboard side first.

Stepping into the salon from the aft cockpit.

Decorating decisions began with the rugs for the salon and galley. Too many choices! There was very little color in the salon because the cushions and curtains were light beige/ivory tones with brown accents. After searching online for rugs that come in the right size (not always easy for a boat), I chose a more colorful option than usual. That decision drove my other choices. It was winter so I decided to weave some coordinating items for Kindred Spirit. 

The new small galley rug sat under my loom for inspiration.. I wove two table runners (right photo.). Although the same yarns were used in both, the longer version had lighter tones, the shorter one has bolder colors. The small item is a coordinating dish towel, also seen on the loom.
Using leftover cotton yarns from other weaving projects, I made new tiebacks, a subdued but more colorful blue accent for the off-white curtains.
The dining area. The table is awesome. It goes up and down to adjust the height and folds out to make it larger. It is extremely heavy and although not secured to the floor, it never moves by itself. But since it is not attached to the floor we can move it if we need to do so.

About the pillows….. While poking around in my fabric stash, I rediscovered Bahama Androsia batik fabric from our last trip south. Hmmm, most of it was smaller sized yardage remnants. I played around with all the colors and designs until I could create patchwork pillows.

Batik fabric from Androsia Island, Bahamas. My friend, Annette on Magnolia, had the opportunity to tour the Androsia Batik Factory in 2019 and even made her own batik fabric while there.
It took a little time to figure out how to use these odds and ends, but I pieced together three patchwork pillows that satisfied us both, shell theme and turtle theme.

We have always loved beachcombing and collecting interesting finds, sea glass, sea shells, sea beans, pottery, stones and rocks….. We have tubs and tubs of containers filled with finds that I just cannot part with. Ninety percent of our collecting comes from our travels by boat, so it just seems natural to display some of the special finds on our boat.

Hanging on the starboard side above the dining area is another weaving that incorporates some of our beach treasures.
I wove this piece with a special slub yarn for texture, leaving open areas to hold assorted beach treasures; shells, sea glass, pottery, sea beans.

Al and I discussed what we might hang on the large space in the salon on the back of the galley cupboards. Back in February while we were visiting Magnolia in Stuart, FL we stopped in the Marker 23 Gallery, a place we have toured before. I saw an ocean wave painting that I couldn’t forget. The original was too large and much too expensive so we had a giclée print in a smaller version made.

Original painting by Liza Karsai at the Marker 23 Gallery in Stuart, FL
The giclée print hanging in our salon.

Over to the port side………….

The port side of the salon. The settee pulls out and makes a bed.
The boat came with a very nice (and large) tv in the salon, but its position covered the window partially. I asked Al to figure out how to tuck it out of the way.
Al’s solution was quite clever. He remounted the tv with a rotating mount that allowed the unit to swivel vertically and horizontally. When turned vertically it would be held close against the wall, secured with a strap hooked on a mermaid. When turned horizontally for watching it does not obscure the window.
My first intention was to weave a tapestry to cover the tv when not in use. It took a lot of hours and sadly, I was not satisfied with the finished piece. For now the tv will remain naked.
Just past the port side settee is a nice “hutch” as I call it.

We decided that the space next to the hutch would be good for a mirror.   It is easier to put on sunscreen and freshen up before leaving the boat while in the salon instead of going up and then down to the master cabin. To display more of our beach combing collection, Al made a frame that I filled with shells and sea glass.

This mirror was actually made in 2015 for the Mariner’s guest cabin. I like having the continuity with some of our special things moving from boat to boat.
On the other wall by the hutch we hung this little picture. This was an anniversary card that Al gave me many, many years ago. He wrote, “I would marry you again and again” inside the card. ❤️

And the galley…..

Across from the “hutch” on the starboard side is the galley. I love this galley. Al installed additional LED lights under the cabinets and a fan to keep me cool.

Over the refrigerator is a framed cross stitch made by a cruising friend that we met on our first trip to the Bahamas.
Ann, on Traveling Soul, made this personalized cross stitch and gave it to us on our second trip to the Bahamas when our paths crossed again in 2015. The signal flags spell “Kindred Spirit.” The generosity and thoughtfulness of fellow cruisers is amazing. Thank you, Ann!

Three steps up to the pilot house……

We have never had a pilot house before and are finding it quite nice. It is a very comfortable place for both of us to be while piloting and gets a great breeze from the doors on each side. It can also serve as another space to just hang out, especially when we might need a little space from each other. 😉 The blue and white pillows and sea horse pillows came with the boat. I really liked them and chose a rug to coordinate with them.

On the last two Kindred Spirits, we displayed a photo of each boat passing by Ledge Light in New London, coming home, or leaving. Mary Jo and Dean are our photographers for these big events. One only needs to look at the blog’s header to see how special these photographers and photographs are to us.

Three of our four Kindred Spirits.
A closer look at three of our four Kindred Spirits. I searched through old boxes of photos (the pre-digital age) for quite some time to find a good photograph of our original Kindred Spirit, the Catalina 34. Alas, nothing was suitable.

Down the spiral stairs to the lower level ….

I had some concerns about the spiral stairs especially after my fall and spinal surgery, but there are plenty of handholds to make it safe. And those blue lights are great at night! The little plaque just before the entrance to the stateroom has been on the two previous Kindred SpiritsLive Simply~Laugh Often~Love Deeply

The head……. There aren’t really any decorating opportunities in the head. It is mostly a functional place.

Blues, of course. Towels on the swing-out rack that also serve as curtains, maybe? A little rug and a handwoven hand towel by the sink.

And finally, the master (and only) stateroom …..

The master stateroom is very nice. Lots of head room and storage space.

One of the wow factors on the boat is a mirror and dresser in the stateroom. That’s even more storage than the 6 huge drawers under the bed. And we each have our own hanging locker!
An unexpected purchase. My tender back was no longer comfortable on the boat’s existing mattress, even with an extra topper. After researching many foam mattresses, we took a gamble on one. It arrived in a small box and quickly expanded to its full queen size. Yikes! It expanded while upside down! Al had to muscle it over.

I was determined to keep the blue and white sea shell pillow shams from our last boat, the Mariner. Those shams were made from fabric leftover from the curtains on the Morgan.

Feels like home now. 💖