jwnall
Moderator Emeritus
As I was scrubbing the grime from my hands this afternoon, I was musing about what I like most about boating. Several things come to mind. The joy of a sundowner after a long day's run down the ICW. Pulling into Georgetown, S.C. and eating the best broiled grouper in the world. Waking in the morning at anchor and finding that my First Mate has made coffee and pancakes. Sitting in the slip and watching newbies try and dock their 50 footer with the tide running 6 knots, the wind blowing 20 knots, and a dark cloud with lightning approaching fast.
All of these things are really great. But nothing, just nothing, beats rooting around in the bilge for a dropped nut from the hydraulic steering unit. A nut that is unique in Nutworld, being a 3/8"-32. The dropped one might be the only remaining one in North America.
Sundowner time, and I am contemplative, as well as exhausted, so hope you do not mind my sharing. Ah, boating, I love you dearly.
John
All of these things are really great. But nothing, just nothing, beats rooting around in the bilge for a dropped nut from the hydraulic steering unit. A nut that is unique in Nutworld, being a 3/8"-32. The dropped one might be the only remaining one in North America.
Sundowner time, and I am contemplative, as well as exhausted, so hope you do not mind my sharing. Ah, boating, I love you dearly.
John