We arrived home from the San Juans last night about 5:00. What a trip it was. We've already started planning our next visit up there.
I'm in deep trouble, though. This last week was Mrs. CrF's first time on the Cobia. We put 20 hours on her, cruising, crabbing, port hopping, etc. We visited several ports including Friday Harbor and Roche Harbor. Our Roche Harbor visit I think will be the beginning of the death of my pocket book.
I think Mrs. CrF's judgment was impaired by an overdose of salty air and water. As we were walking the moorage at Roche Harbor, she stopped abruptly and looked at me with total sincerity in her eye and said, "we need a bigger boat."
Why oh why, did we have to stop there. I'm just getting the Cobia up to snuff. Granted it's too big for the dinghy slips, but not large enough to carry a dinghy on board.
So, we get stuck waiting our turn for a guest slip - no problem, just be patient. But no, Mrs. CrF spies this gem and says - something like this would do nicely.
Upon closer inspection, we find that this vessel happens to be for sale.
Then when we got back to our townhouse, she grabbed the laptop and started searching for 40 to 50 footers.
What have I done?
How on earth will I deal with this one?
On the up side, she now understands what all the salty fuss is about. I'll bet we move up to a 30 to 40 footer within the next five years.
In the mean time, the Cobia will have to suffice.
CrF
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Mrs. CrF O.D.\'d on the Salt!
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