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Fresh from a 4 year Cruise in Mexico, the Boren Family is now adjusting to their new life back in the Chaos of the USA.
Day 6 in the Boat Yard

We are now on Day 6 of living aboard up on jack stands in the boat yard in Port San Luis. So far the best thing about these last 6 days has been that we are about 25ft from the FatCats restaurant, so all day long the smells of the kitchen are calling to me.

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Our last haul out was back in March 2011, so we were certainly due for some bottom paint and many of our through hull fitting were original to the boat back in 1977, so we are taking on the huge job of changing out all 17 through hull fittings. That's $1850 just in bronze fitting!

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3 Days, 3 Weeks and 3 Years
Capt Rich
07/17/2015, Port San Luis, CA

When I received an email this morning asking if we were still alive since I haven't posted a blog update in about 3 months, it got me thinking about just how fast time marches past. The three weeks we spent in Italy in June, gone. The nearly 3 years it has been since we sailed back to California (ok, motored back but who's keeping score), in now in the history books. The day to day schedules of not enough time combines it all together until it's all just a blur of was-going-to-do and should-have-done.

What marks time for us is change.
So when we motored out of Morro Bay last Saturday and headed for our Port San Luis mooring (what we jokingly call our summer home) we noted that it has been about 2 1/2 years since the boat had been out of Morro Bay. It feels like 2 1/2 months to be honest. Without the change, it was like time was standing still. The comfortable routine of the kids going off to school, Lori heading off to work and me tapping away on the computer and answering client emails and phone calls numbs my sense of time, masking it, hiding it. Routine is the killer of sensing time. The Lotus flowers of comfort and routine have thoroughly sucked us into the trap.
It's not an uncomfortable trap or one we regret being in, but it does feel like a trap especially after a change and realizing, " could it be we haven't left Morro Bay for 2 1/2 Years?" Why stray from comfort? If it wasn't for our haul-out for some boat work scheduled for Friday and now pushed back to next week of course, I would just eat another Lotus flower and enjoy the ease and comfort of Morro Bay living.

The next 30-45 days will be a change all right, but they won't be fun and easy. We will be living aboard in the Port San Luis boat yard up on jack stands with no working shower, head, or kitchen sink, and an 8ft ladder to climb up/down. Then there are the boat projects:
All new through hull fittings
Bottom Paint
Stripping off the deck and repainting the cabin top and applying KiwiGrip
Revarnishing the cabin floor
Redoing the ships fresh water system, IE ripping out the old and installing all new.
Since the Shower is out of commission, we might as well freshen it up with new epoxy based paint.
Then add in any surprised that we find during the haul-out and survey.

The routine will be broken for sure and just when we would want time to go fast, it's about to slow down to a crawl. That's called Irony otherwise known as boat ownership.

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Does Living Aboard Ever Get Old?
Capt Rich
04/04/2015, Confessions of a Live Aboard Hobo

The longer we live aboard the more frequently we get asked the question: "Doesn't it get old living aboard the boat?" Even if it does sound a little like a smart-ass comment, the only real honest way to answer that question is with another question: "doesn't it get old living in a house?" We have less room for junk, it's not fun when it rains or the wind blows 40kts but at almost every other time it's just much more interesting and fun than our old lives of living ashore. that I think about it, maybe pumping out our waste holding tank at the pump out dock every 7-10 days isn't fun but getting to the dock sure can be when the current is flowing 4kts and the 20kt wind is trying to blow us away from the dock!

What's interesting is just how normal life seems on a day to day basis. The kids go off to school, then what seems like 14 different after school activities, all of which require me driving them all around town. Lori heads off to work when I take the kids in to school and I bounce between doing real work and boat projects all day long. Wash, Rinse, Repeat. Days become weeks, weeks become months and then before you know it we have been living here in Morro Bay for 2 years, half the time we spend cruising Mexico. Kayaking around the harbor, sure we have a kayak. Walking out along the sand spit, sure I have my trusty hiking crocs. I'm sure it's even fun to hike some of the mountain range trails around Morro Bay. I mean I guess it would be fun, but how would I know without time to kayak, walk, or hike? Living aboard doesn't magically give you more time out from the normal rat race, it just gives you a little more mental clarity to know that you ARE indeed in the rat race, which I think actually makes it worse. Like me seeing a taco cart in a dream, but running as fast as I can towards it unable to actually get any closer to it before I wake up.

I think of funny blog posts about the daily life aboard almost weekly, but it takes time to take those thoughts and smiles from mind to keyboard. I'll work on improving that, but I also ordered two new kayaks to work on getting OFF the boat more, but as for hiking, if it can't be done in Crocs is it worth doing anyway?

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Who: The Boren Family: Rich, Lori, Amy, Jason and Cortez the Cat
Port: Morro Bay, California USA
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