|My home for a few days.|
The boat wasn't exactly move-in ready when I arrived at Port Townsend. For one thing, the electrical system, particularly the cabin lights, were mostly in a box that I brought with me. So, task #1 was to go gangbusters on the wiring. Fortunately, I had packed a small headlamp, because the sun had definitely set by the time my warm-white LED lights first flicked on, bathing the cabin in a bright, cozy glow.
The lights were pretty much the only improvement I made to the cabin during my stay. I was missing a magic cable for the radio, so no tunes, and the hinges I bought for the cover over the electronics panel turned out not to work the way I'd hoped. I also have a big roll of padded hull liner to install, but needless to say this didn't happen while the boat was in Port Townsend. Facilities were readily available ashore, so I did not pack the port-a-potty.
|Enjoying an evening inside the cabin.|
For bedding, I brought a 1.5" thick twin bed-sized piece of memory foam for a mattress and my trusty goosedown backpacking sleeping bag. When below, I would spread this out and use it to sit on, making a comfortable place even better. I had originally thought to cut the foam to roughly fit the curve of the cabin sole, but found that it fit pretty well, and that it was even desirable (i.e. made things even more comfortable) to let in run up the cabin side the little bit that it did.
|My bed for three nights.|
I packed a small cooler containing some sandwich makings, yogurt, water, and apple juice. I have a little camp stove, but didn't bring it this time, opting instead indulge in the luxury of marina living of procuring hot coffee and occasional warm meals ashore. The cooler was just a little too tall to fit in the area under the cockpit, so it sat in the main cabin, conveniently creating a small table.
Of course, the best part was being aboard the boat! I could look out the hatch in the evening and see the other festival boats, watch the sunset, hear the water gently lapping the hull, and be lulled be the boat's gentle reacting motion as I rolled over at night. Comfortable? Relaxing? Enjoyable? Ohhhhh, yeah.
|"Do, do, do, lookin' out my backdoor"|