You might have noticed I'm not keen on having stuff. It was a happy day in my world when we were able to go from owning two cars to just one. So how the Sam Hill did we end up with 1-2-3 dinghies?
First came the inflatable. It is your standard hard-bottomed dinghy. We've used it all of our three years aboard and it has served us well. But we've found that a tinny will suit us better out here in the Pacific. Soft Caribbean beaches are a distant memory - we need something that can take rocky coral pebbles. So we're selling the inflatable. (Do you want it? I'll give you a good price.)
|Delightful, but we're moving on.|
|Climb aboard, kiddos! Sailing and capsizing await!|
And then, the tinny. Erik and I were perusing the aluminum dinghies on TradeMe (the NZ answer to ebay), and we saw a couple that looked pretty good. The newer ones were alarmingly expensive (shock), but the older ones were reasonable, and goodness knows we don't care about a few dents and scratches. We were looking at one that was nearby, and, before I knew it, Erik had bid.
I sat there slack-jawed for a few moments. "Did you just bid on that dinghy?" I asked. "Just like that?"
"Hmm," said Erik. "I guess I did."
And we won it. And now it is here. With the other two dinghies. Of course, this one is getting all gussied up. Indy helped Erik install a new rub rail, in the hopes we won't bash our hull to pieces with this new purchase. Erik put in pad eyes and chain to hang it on the davits. And further improvements will come.
|Rivet, rivet, rivet!|
So the 15 horse Yamaha is on the block with the Apex dinghy (runs beautifully - yours for a song). May they find a good home. And can we please get through the rest of this cruising season without buying anything else.
Well, except for a new mizzen. I'll bend that far.