So, our weird split approach to the short-term future continues. On one hand I'm packing up everything to ship to California if the boat goes through, on the other hand we're looking for housing in Hobart if it doesn't.
I'm getting insurance quotes, and shipping quotes, and talking to lawyers and a mechanic and surveyors and the broker and equipment rental stores.
And every now and then I take a break from all that and consider the route before us if we do end up sailing out of California. On the internet I read that the boreal spring will see La Niña or neutral conditions, which bodes for reduced hurricane activity in the eastern North Pacific, and enhanced trade winds. In the storage unit I go through charts, surely the favorite "job" of any sailing romantic. I come across mysterious atolls that I've never heard of, find myself scrutinizing passes through coral reefs that we'll likely never visit. And I see our old positions, faithfully penciled in, from our last crossing that has receded far into the misty realm of Things That Happened Years Ago.
Alisa and I agree that if things do work out with this boat, and we do manage to navigate all the craziness that lies between now and the start of hurricane season, then we have some serious fun ahead of ourselves.