This is how it went: They got us up in the slings and drove the travel lift over to their old boom truck, which looks like it would make a better planter than a functional piece of equipment. Then they very carefully extended the boom through the back door of the boat and into the salon, hovering over poor 'ol Genny hiding there beneath her hatch in our floor. With a lot of guidance and communication, they carefully positioned the boom, hooked Genny, gently lifted her out through the glass sliding door and she was gone. Easy-breezy. (At least for me, standing back and taking pictures).
Then came the launch. With a little coaxing, a bit of fan-dangling below by the captain, a few cranky coughs and a big puff of exhaust, Pearl the trusty Perkins diesel engine sprang to life. Hooray! Gran Vida lives!
We are now tied here on the dock at the boatyard, being bounced around by the retreating tide. Oh yeah, tides. We'll have to brush up on the tide charts. Tomorrow we'll be on our way. We're not really sure how far we'll travel or where we'll end up, just South, taking it day by day.
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