Author: Kimberly and Scott

Sailboat Refit – Dreams vs Reality – Too Many Fumes

 

 

 

 

 

In this episode – Sailboat Refit – Dreams vs Reality – Too Many Fumes, we dive into what it was like to follow our dreams over a decade ago and show you what a day working on the boat can turn into. Not everyday is rainbows and unicorns around here.

 

 

We were hesitant to share our plans of selling everything and moving onto a boat because most of our friends and family had no idea that people did that. It was difficult to convince some of them that we weren’t headed out to sea to die. Come along as we share our experiences of what it is like to follow your dreams.

 

 

We are still trying to grow our channel and appreciate all of the comments we have received. It makes us want to make more when we hear that people are enjoying them. So if you find our videos entertaining, inspirational or you have learned something, please give it a thumbs up and SUBSCRIBE to our channel, it’s free to you and really helps us.

 

Thanks for watching,

Scott and Kim

 

 

 

 

Building the Joy Machine – A Dream Becomes Reality

A cruising boat is a lot like a play-fort – a play-fort that can carry you to thousands of dreamy and unheard of destinations scattered all around the globe. Recently we've begun making some major changes to our own play-fort in order to add a little more comfort and convenience to our life afloat. Having traveled for 10 years and over 25,000 miles we've acquired a good idea for what is important in a cruising boat. Now, we're busy putting these ideas to work, and we'd like to take you along for the ride.

 

While the dominant theme of most sailing vlogs seems to be sharing the excited first glimpses of freedom experienced by people just beginning a life afloat, we'd like to share with you the feelings and emotions of returning over a decade later to that original choice – the choice of 'leaving all the BS behind,' for the day to day serendipity of a life of adventure. Our goal is to show you how we got into this mess, what we learned on the way, and – above and beyond encounters with beaches and palm trees – we hope to share with you what we think it's all worth.

 

Our main goal when we tied ourselves to a pier and started pouring the last of our savings into rental payments was to reconstruct our boat for a high-latitude adventure. Midway through our renovations, however, we met a couple that a lot of you may already know from their YouTube sailing channel. This couple had just purchased a fully outfitted boat that we had crossed paths with several years ago in Panama. This new couple was just getting started on their own sailing adventure, but already had a large following and support group along for the ride. Our encounter with them got us thinking about our own strange path and it only took a nudge for us to think about what it might be like to put together our own YouTube channel: “With all the experience you guys have,” exclaimed J, “you should be making videos!” And so here we are!

 

For over a decade we've collected terabytes of photos and filled countless journals on our adventures. Until now, most of it has remained buried in our lockers. But we've decided that it's time to put our story out there.

 

Making these videos has been more difficult than we ever could have imagined. We'd like to keep it up, but we need your help. Along with the cost of all of the equipment we've been purchasing and piling aboard, the production of these videos is unbelievably time/labor intensive. If you like our videos and you'd like to see more, please consider becoming a bigger part of the adventure. Click HERE to find out more! As always, please give us a THUMBS UP and SUBSCRIBE to our channel. It helps us tremendously. Don't forget to CLICK THE BELL so you can be the first to see our latest videos.

 

Thanks and best wishes on following your own dreams,

Scott & Kim

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Episode 4 – Something’s Missing — Island Life and Boat Tour

 

In this episode - Something's Missing - we share our experiences with wandering around tropical islands for years. We've been to a lot of populated and deserted islands, and they are all magical in their own way.

 

Some of our favorite places to visit have been atolls in the middle of the ocean with barely a spec of land available to sit on. There's something about an island that makes you relax and feel like everything is going to be okay. But what happens when you spend years exploring islands? Does the magic wear off? Could you make your home on a deserted island and feel complete? We tested this theory and fortunately, we both came to the same realization.

 

We also show you the changes to our layout that we are making and explain why we are changing it all up. We are still trying to grow our channel and appreciate all of the comments we have received. It makes us want to make more when we hear that people are enjoying them. So if you find our videos entertaining, inspirational or you have learned something, please SUBSCRIBE to our channel, it is free to you and really helps us.

 

Thanks for following along on our adventure.  We're still trying hard to get YouTube to promote our channel, and finish our huge construction project at the same time. It's been an arduous task. 

 

This is an experimental episode. YouTube promotes videos that get lots of clicks, and the videos that get lots of clicks show lots of skin in their "click-bait". So we're trying to get into the game without losing our soul.

 

Cheers, Scott and Kim

Ep 3 – Something’s Brewing – A Sneak Peak at Insanity

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 In this episode - Something's Brewing - we give you a sneak peak at the insane project we're taking on and show you what it's like sharing a ten square foot kitchen. After living aboard and traveling for over a decade, we're making some serious modifications to our floating home to make it more functional, safe and enjoyable. Be sure to subscribe so you don't miss what comes next.

Ep 2 — Just Go — A Tribute to Sailing Heroes

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In Episode 2 we pay tribute to sailing heroes that encouraged us and helped us bring our fantasy to life. The stories of Lin and Larry Pardey and Hal and Margaret Roth brought us inspiration and gave us insight on the practicalities of living and traveling on a sailboat.

 

Come along for the ride as we relive a close encounter with our cruising heroes, and explore the intimate details of life on board a 38' sailboat.

Cheers,

Kim and Scott

 

Uncaged – Bought A Sailboat And Left The Rat Race

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We travel back in time to “The Field of Dreams” where we started our adventure in the direct path of Hurricane Wilma. We had just sold everything in Michigan and were ready to close on our sailboat in Florida when we realized that Wilma, the most intense tropical cyclone ever recorded in the Atlantic basin, was headed straight for the boat yard.

Come along as we relive what it was like jumping headfirst into the unknown.

 

Enjoy the show and let us know what you think in the comments. 

 

Cheers,

Kim and Scott

 

We Had A Plan…

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Over the past year we have taken on more projects than we can honestly handle, but we are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. We have always stayed pretty low key and avoided social media and even our old webpage was more for family and close friends, but we are trying to break out of our cage.

 

A year ago we not only decided to tear our boat completely apart and refit it but we also decided to start filming our life. Some friends of ours convinced us that with all of our experiences we should make videos too. We thought that it would be a nice diversion to do something different and to use a different part of our brains for awhile.

 

Little did we know how much goes into making something meaningful! We went round and round with what we wanted to put out. A majority of the sailing vlogs out there are people just purchasing a boat and making a major life change for the first time. Some are only doing it for a year or two and others are on an open ended journey.

 

We have been out here long enough that the novelty of beautiful beaches and sunsets has worn off. Don't get me wrong, we still love both of them, but our journey has morphed into something different. We were on the fast track – The American Dream – and decided we wanted out. As of April 1st 2017 that break will be 12 years.

 

Our boat has always been an unfinished project – something we've always seen as a blank canvas. Since we've owned it we have aspired to take it to high latitudes. The refit has been a daunting challenge and to undertake it while traveling was insane. We have finally committed ourselves to seriously working towards this goal and to finally make the to do list shorter instead of adding to it.

 

We hope you enjoy sharing our journey with us. We love hearing what you think. Please like, share and comment on YouTube. The activity will help us show up within the YouTube algorithms.

 

Once we start to get these videos up and out I will get back to updating the blog as well. So don't worry if you prefer reading blogs I have more coming soon!

Bigger Isn’t Always Better… .. .

One of the features that I loved about our boat when we purchased it is the 6 ft long salon table. I imagined having guests over for drinks and dinner in remote anchorages and having plenty of room to spread out with the leaf in place. I also envisioned myself getting lots of sewing projects completed on the nice large workspace. We had looked at so many different boats when we first started shopping and the one thing I always thought was that the smaller tables were so impractical.

Kims First Sewing Projects Aboard

Fast forward 5 years and my love of the table was over. When we did have dinner guests we usually ended up in the cockpit with plates on our laps because it was too warm below, especially in the Caribbean. When we did come inside the table was huge and it made squeezing in uncomfortable at times.

 

What it was used for however, was a storage place for everything that should have been put away. It was the only large flat surface in the boat so it became the workbench, cat perch and storage location for everything. Usually, there wasn't even room for a dinner plate because there was always a project in motion.

 

I had a hard time with the table corners, especially while underway. The table edge was right at hip level and in order to get to all of the wonderful new cabinets we installed I had to maneuver behind the table to access them. Boat bruises are just part of life for me, but the table was giving me so many bruises in bizarre locations that I was starting to worry what others might think.

Scott Gets To Work Cutting With The Steak Knife Saw

By the time we hit Guatemala we had had enough of the large table. Armed with a steak knife saw and a Japanese pull saw, Scott started to work his magic. I was still unsure of this drastic measure, but he convinced me that it would all be okay and that we would have to be more orderly if half the table was gone.

Old Supports Had To Be Reworked

The old table was supported by two substantial stainless posts that were joined by a rail in the middle. The leaf was supported by rails that slid out of tracks and now with the shorter table we were going to have to figure out how to reconfigure it all. Fortunately, through some friends we met an American Ex-pat that had a complete machine shop in his jungle hideaway. After a few trips back and forth to the boat to try things out we came up with a new and improved support that allowed us to eliminate the second post.

 

Improved Table But Not Yet Finished

We now had a functional table with no corners to beat me up and much more space to move around in. The only problem was that we never got around to putting a fiddle back on the end of the table or refinishing it so it was just another half completed project. So remember the wood that we had left a decade ago for Scott's Dad that was still in his basement? Yup, my request for a spice rack not only turned into new cabinet doors, but it also became a new table, shelves, bookshelves, and other storage containers.

 

Since we weren't planning on making all kinds of new things for the boat on our road trip home, we never made any measurements of what we had. What we did know though was that 2 Correlle dinner plates almost fit across from each other and that place mats were snug. So I hopped on line for plate dimensions and snagged a few different size place mats from the in-laws and off to the drawing board we went. We glued up planks of all the different wood we left and brought it all back down to Florida with us. Amazingly, we were only 1/2” off of the old table dimension- pretty good guesswork!

The planks glued and ready to head back to the boat

The cedar we had saved for a hope chest and some beautiful quarter-sawn oak that was going to be a headboard for a sleigh bed we were going to make when we were back on land became our new cabinet doors and table.

Who needs a workshop?

Scott dove right into shaping the table while we were hauled out to paint the bottom.

Trying to fit it just right

Trying to get the fit just right.

Tracing the round end to cut

Working on cutting the leaf.

Applying the finish

Finish work

New table almost complete

Almost completed

Table end became a bookshelf

The end of the table became a new bookshelf

Shelving and storage bins for the binoculars

Shelves and more storage for the navigation station

 

We made the table longer than necessary and we couldn't just toss out the end so with a couple more pieces added it became a new bookshelf.

 

Now that we have all of these beautiful new pieces added into the boat the rest looks pretty old and shabby. So my request for a spice rack has now resulted in a complete refit and remodel that has spun out of control. We have a whole lot of work ahead of us still, but we did miss remodeling houses and actually finishing projects so once this is behind us we will have a completely different boat.

It all started because of these spice racks!

This all started because I asked for 1 spice rack!


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Danger In Paradise – Part 2

In Part 1 of the story we were leaving Vivarillos en route to Cayo Becerro. The reefs in this area are magical and we were hoping to spend some time here since we were able to fill up our water tanks from all of the rain we had.

 

 

Friday May 28th

Big conch were crawling everywhere. The poor little bastards can't run from you. All they can do is pull into their armored shell with a jolt and peek up at you with those frightened little eyes. Then, when you have pounded a hole in the top of their house, cut their body away from its elegant pink spiral, and yanked their quivering body into a pulsating slimy heap on the deck, you start to wonder what kind of animal you are yourself. Chopping their tiny frightened eye and snout stalks off with your fillet knife, you notice that they continue to look up at you as if to say “WHY?!” Then, what's left of them slides toward the stern in their own pile of entrails. Tipping off of the back edge of the transom, the eyes continue to stare back at you as they slide down the hot metal and finally, splash into the sea. Staring up at the bottom of the hull as they drift towards the busy lanes of Stingray City, they blink in puzzlement one more time trying to contemplate how all of this could have happened. Finally, darkness arrives, as a busy jack cruises by and ends their contemplation. Poor bastards.

 

Had Jack and Nicole over for dinner. After plenty of shipwreck stories, we all piled into Jack's dinghy to see if we could spot any turtles climbing up onto the beach at a nearby sand hump to lay eggs. Wouldn't you know it. The clouds shrouded the moon and it started to rain. None of us left a light on at either of the boats and there was nothing for landmarks other than depth to judge by. After everyones theories about where we were, Jack summed it up: “We're in the soup!” Then he confidently declared, “We're lost!” We were bumbling around with only a headlamp to shine down in the water. Just when things started to get somber, the sandy bottom came up to about two feet deep and everyone yelled to “Stop the boat!” as we glided right over the top of three big nurse sharks that were resting on the bottom. Somehow, us dangerous drunks made it back to our boats unscathed.

Kittyhawk at Sunset Cayo Becerro Honduras

 

 

View From The Top Of Kittyhawks Mast

Scott climbed up Kittyhawk's mast to get some pics.

 

Saturday May 29th

Went snorkeling on a shallow reef with Jack and Kim. It was spectacular. A giant cubera snapper came up to me, face to face to investigate. Incredible wildlife once again. Purple sea fans and silvery rolling sheets of shimmering bait fish fill every space with dancing motion. Came upon a cute little baby turtle who was only about a foot long. He just hung there frightened as Kim and I swam right up to him. He tipped his head from side to side, puzzled by this new development. He hung by his front flippers on a small table of coral with his butt resting in the sand as if he were resting on the bar and needed a drink to help him understand just what he was looking at.

 

Frigates Nesting Cayo Becerro Honduras

Frigate Rookery Cayo Becerro Honduras

Private Beach Cayo Becerro Honduras

Our Backyard Paradise

Calm Before The Storm Last Sunset at Cayo Becerro

Calm Before The Storm

May 31st, Manic Monday

Woke up at midnight. Waves from the southwest were growing to unbearable conditions. We were still loaded with water and provisions, but the conditions were forcing us to flee. There was no longer a lee anchorage to shelter in. With a 3 foot swell now coming into the anchorage, we were nervous about how we were going to get the dinghy and motor on board for our passage at sea.

 

Technical Difficulties

As the boat hobby-horsed and yanked at its heavy chain and snubber, we decided it was time to hustle. We managed to lift the outboard off the dink and bring it to the rear rail storage mount with the topping lift after securing the boom with the spare jib halyard which we led over the top of the starboard shrouds. We already had the dinghy hanging in horizontal security style out of the water along the port beam rail from our spare rear halyard so I just reached out and tied a harness around the motor head with some 3/8 inch line. I ran the topping lift through the harness. Then, I ran the mast end of the topping lift through a snap shackle clipped to the base of the mast, through the bottom end of a fiddle block on our jib track that is normally used as a boom preventer line, and after adding some additional length to the end of the line with a sheet bend, we ran the extension back to the cockpit's big jib winch. From there, Kim had no problem lifting and controlling the outboard as I unclamped it from the transom of the dinghy, even in a 3 foot swell at 2 in the morning. As I walked the motor back along the side of the boat, Kim tailed the topping lift from the cockpit winch. When I got as far as I could go along the side of the bimini bonnet, Kim hitched the control line and reached out to intercept the motor and secure it on the stern rail. Hey! Cool! Some heavy duty team work and ingenuity got our minds working in a more positive fashion. We needed it. We were tired, the boat was jerking around like mad and we had a big passage still ahead of us in stormy conditions. If we waited much longer, however, the waves were going to be breaking on top of us with our ass making its way to the beach. We still had to navigate out through the maze of reef that we had come in through. Ugh! So tired already!

 

At 5am, we saw a light at Kittyhawk so we gave them a call to let them know we were ditching. No big surprise, they were leaving also. We had the anchor up at 5:30am. I was up on the bow watching for coral heads, but the slanted light was only clouding the visibility of the water at this early hour. We didn't really have a choice -- we had to go. Thankfully, there was a fairly wide swath of safe waters to cut through and we now had three paths on the GPS from moving in and out to some different anchorages while we were here.

 

As we got further out, the wave size quickly grew outside of the protection of the reefs. My toes were wrapped around the salty bow pulpit tubing. With both arms I had a white knuckle grip around the furled jib. The waves were probably about 6 feet and really steep on the nose. The bow pitched heavily in the air. With each passing wave, the bow was carrying me 10 feet up and then plunging me down to the surface until the bow was nearly buried. Water poured in through the hawse holes with each dive flooding the deck. I had Wagner's “Flight of the Valkyries” playing in my head as we charged toward our destiny. It was exciting to say the least. Not your typical Monday.

Small debris from Hurricane Agatha starts The first bits of debris -- sorry, forgot about taking pictures when things got hectic.

Later: 2:30pm

I am so F%#ing tired but this #%&* boat just won't let me rest. #%& sailing! #%& Christopher Cross and that bullshit song about “sailing takes me away.” Every time it gets rough, that song is stuck in my head. The wind has finally turned to our backside, and despite all of our efforts, we are now headed straight for the floating tree that stopped Tropical Dance in their tracks (a 40,000 pound boat) yesterday. If only we had the bloody spinnaker pole functioning. I rouse Kim on her break and let her know that I am going to jibe. How hard could it be? Bring the main in, secure the preventer, crank the Hydrovane steering gear to the other side and switch jib sheets. I start the process off and everything seems A-OK. Unfortunately, before I can get the sails balanced, the boat starts racing back eastward straight for Kittyhawk a few miles behind us. I just can't get the sails to balance downwind with this following sea. The boat starts to surf upwind and the battened main takes over. I can't ease it out any more because those f#%ing $700 battens are chaffing on the rig. (Thinking about full battens? Don't do it) I am raging mad and so tired. Kittyhawk is bummed that we aren't going to cross paths anymore for a mid ocean photo op, but we are still concerned about getting out into the deep water to avoid the trees that were reported floating en mass out here. Some old know-it-all proclaimed on the morning SSB net that outside of the shelf there is a decent current heading west, whereas on top of the shelf, there is a counter current. Our theory was that at the interference of the two currents was where we would find all of the debris from the flooding caused by Hurricane Agatha.

 

All theories; the know-it-all old man's and our own which was based on it, prove to be pure bullshit. Instead, the wind reversal that has been going on for the last twenty four hours has apparently put us right on top of the debris field even though we made ten miles out into the deep to avoid it. We have now bonked a half dozen good sized logs. We watched in fright as one giant passed under us. I just saw it as it was slipping under the bow. It was maybe 5 feet long and 20 inches in diameter. Which side was it riding? I struggled to unclamp the steering wheel and then turned back to release the windvane, but which side was it riding under? We were frozen. We both cringed and waited while a few seconds stretched into eternity. There was no sound. Then, a huge thud from the rudder. BOOM!!! Incredibly, a big cloud of dirt spread out behind us as the log floated up in two pieces. Was it balsa? The rudder and vane still functioned lock to lock so we tried not to think of what the damage might be. Huge flotillas of debris where everywhere. Kim tuned in to the Northwest Caribbean Net and checked in at 5:45pm. Everyone was talking about trees out in the water from the flooding. Jack called from 4 miles ahead – they have a much bigger boat and had passed us with two poled out jibs. He said we were approaching a huge flotilla. Shortly after his call, we passed a GIANT tree with a tumbling root ball the size of a minivan. Yikes! It was now getting dark. Passed palm trees and a couple of trunks the size of telephone poles that rolled and tumbled in the waves. There was an endless chatter of kindling toinking against the hull. As the last daylight faded, I was still staring out at the waves and was now having terrible hallucinations. Slender black serpents writhed along the surface towards our bow from all fronts.

 

Sunset between Vivarillos and Guanaja Honduras

 

Slept 2 more hours – 7pm to 9pm. That makes 4 hours in the last 20. It has been a tiring trip. When the big orange moon comes up on the horizon behind us around 9:30pm, I imagine that we are about to be over-run by a freighter!

 Painting The Moon Underway Long Exposures Never two alike ~ long exposure moon painting in the waves

Moon Fish

Scott before he goes on deck to reef

 

11pm 66 Miles to Go

 

I was busy drawing moon diagrams with the camera for a long stretch when I suddenly noticed we were hauling ass at 8 knots and going off course to the north. This was great. The wind was becoming more favorable as it was coming from the south again. Woke Kim at 11:30pm. “Wanna reef?” I asked, but was still uncertain that I wanted to myself -- so was she. We debated it further in the cockpit. Maybe we should get 8 knots while we can. Then, boom, splat! A big soaker swamped us. It didn't take long to realize that our greediness was unfounded. Even with two reefs in the main we were hauling ass.

 

Before I could get back to the cockpit, scurrying along sideways like a deranged crab on the deck, Kim yells “Look Out!” A huge wave is barreling toward our port beam only slightly aft of me. I ran back to the rigging and grabbed onto the shrouds. The first wave was steep and as I braced myself, it broke up underneath us. Once again, I am feeling majestic up there. Dun da dun dahhh da, Dun da dun dahhh da (Flight of the Valkyries). Standing up on the deck with the trough of the wave now falling away beneath us I am star struck on a high wire. My eyes are rolling around in their loose sockets fifteen feet above the scene. Salt spray is blowing my hair into dramatic poise. Dun da dun dahhh da, Dun da dun dahhhhh.... . .

 

Then, the second wave comes like an eight foot high wall of water. It is beginning to roar as foam roils off of its gaping maw. Our bow wave is sending off a roaring wall of its own and as the two meet face to face, my majestic posture is instantly transformed into loathsome sopping wet grief as salty brine soaks me to the bone. Ahhh. Sailing... .. . Take me away!

 

1:30AM 25 Miles off of Cabo Camaron (Cape Shrimp)

An intoxicating smell has just come over us. It's the smell of pine forests. It smells great! Along with the cool breeze, it feels like we have just crossed over the Mackinac Bridge on a summer weekend. After a month of salt life, it is intoxicating. Racing on now, practically straight down the waves, the boat feels like it is hurtling along at light speed. We'll be there in no time.

 

We both were running on about 6 restless hours of sleep out of the 36 underway. Sounds like FUN doesn't it?!?!

 

 

A Place To Put Your Things… .. .

Kim Organizes the Lazarette

Everyone always told us to just go. You can work on projects underway. Cruising is just fixing your boat in exotic places. Well, we took some of that advice and after fixing the “major” stuff we took off in our unfinished project boat. That resulted in us searching for parts and supplies in over 20 countries and usually coming back empty handed.

 

We learned to be resourceful, for instance we broke a sea-cock in Venezuela and didn't have a spare. We spent multiple days hitching rides into the closest town to catch a long bus ride into the larger cities to try and find any fix. Every shop we went to usually didn't have anything and the few that did only carried bronze parts, which we can't use since we have an aluminum hull. So the fix was a rubber cork pounded into the outside of the boat and filled with silicon goo on the inside. We traveled for several months this way until my parents flew in to visit us in Curacao. They were kind enough to bring a huge duffel bag full of spares for us.

 

We have been sitting still working on this refit now for over a year and as much as we would like it to be done, we have to admit that sitting in one place, with a car, in la la land has had its benefits. Since boat work descriptions can be a bit boring I decided to put together a photo essay of our interior refit that started back in Feb 2008 in Puerto La Cruz, Venezuela and we are finally finishing it now. Actually, we are finishing the stuff from long ago and have added a whole lot more to the list that never gets shorter.

Preparing To Make Cabinet Liners

Our boat was very spartan when we bought it. It had 8 berths and no cabinets. Everyone that we showed our new home to asked, “Where are you going to store your stuff?” to which we replied, "There's tons of space under all of the berths". It took us several months to realize that our storage situation was less than ideal. We sort of just had a sift method of organization. We would pack everything under the berths and eventually it would settle into place. Inevitably, whatever you needed was always under everything. So in Venezuela we discovered a cheap marina in a big city and decided to build some cabinets. How hard could it be?

 

Boat Project Out Of Control

We loaded all this wood on the top of a 1970's Impala and held on tight.

Cabinet liners and dividers are in

Dividers under the Starboard salon berth that was transformed into cabinets.

New access from the top for more storageIn the meantime, all of the stuff from this area was crammed in our bed.

Ready for the project to be finished

NOTHING on a boat has a right angle.

 

Starboard berth is now cabinets.

Epoxy and varnish for all of the pieces.

Drying Space was at a premium.Charlie didn't mind.

Sanding in exotic places.

We spent days hunting down stainless nuts and bolts. When we did find some there were never enough so we would be sent off to another part of town to find more. Epoxy was abundant everywhere in town, but after trying it out we discovered that it didn't cure so we had to start over. After months of scheming and building we finally had a lot more storage and it was all organized and tidy. We were able to pack so much more food on board and when we needed to find something with all of the dividers under the berths we didn't have to sift through everything to get what we needed.

 

We were never happy with the doors for our cabinets. We used the inserts that we cut out and tried a steel wool/vinegar dye on them. They were functional, but not exactly what we wanted. A couple years ago we took a road trip to visit family and friends. When we sold our house and left on our big adventure, Scott had given his Dad a bunch of wood from his workshop and a decade later it was still in his parents basement. So we glued it up into panels and brought it back down with us. Scott got busy right away with his makeshift workbench on the pier and made us some beautiful cabinet doors.

One of many coats of varnish.

 

Okay, so that project only took us 8 years to finish! Now we have pretty doors to hide all of our stuff crammed in those wonderful cabinets. Turns out all of those people were right, you need lots of places to put your things on a boat!