Behind the Eight Ball

  S/V "Bliss," with teal canvas and trim, sits waiting for the move to her new mooring "There is nothing, absolutely nothing, half so much worth doing
as simply messing about in boats."

Ratty to Mole in Kenneth Grahame's classic, The Wind in the Willows.

This morning we spent some time messing about in our boat, and while the breeze was light and cool we moved to another mooring, closer to the docks and better maintained. She will stay there until after we go to press, and then we'll haul her out and put her in the workyard where she'll get a long overdue new coat of LPU paint and some other cosmetic improvements. 

When the weather isn't so oppressively hot we'll be able to get busy cleaning chrome, sanding wood, finishing the interior woodwork and "putting lipstick on the pig." The plan is to get her ready to sell, although I'm feeling a pang of regret over the idea of making her beautiful only to turn her over to someone else.

Our view: the gap is the gate to San Carlos Bay, guarded by a rock that in profile looks like a Mohawk Indian. To the left is the Caracol.

While I might not be as infatuated with boats as Ratty,  I was having fun scampering barefoot around the deck and indulging my inner tomboy. 

Our new mooring is Number 8, so we were joking with each other about being "behind the eight-ball."