Living in a Yacht Yard

I was looking for a picture. The only one I have of Mazurka is this one. Look hard!

I’ve been on the hard for about ten days, in the middle of a busy boatyard. This pic was of a measurer checking a Farr 40 for the upcoming worlds.

At night it’s just me, the security guard, and the odd looper here in this huge facility at the mouth of the Calumet River. This used to be a big port. The yard is bounded by an industrial canal, a huge lifting railroad bridge, and a rail switching yard. I was sitting out in the cockpit enjoying the sights and sounds earlier. They never end.

I was woken the other night about 0230 by a loud blast from a ships horn. I was curious and got up to see a cement ship go through the bridge. I dunno how big Lakers get, but this guy wasn’t small.

I was anxious to get back in the water after the bottom repair but the prop shop still has my propeller so I’m waiting for that. But I’m actually quite comfortable out of the water, and the docks are busy. I may stay out for a while.

I have my car here, as I drove back from a visit home last weekend. One of these days I’ll go sightseeing. I haven’t really been too motivated to do that but have scoped out local grocery shops and Mexican takeout.

If I sound neutral about this don’t assume I’m not enjoying this. I am. Immensely.