Wrapping up the summer

Well, today was the very last day that we had any peaches in our cooler: I loaded the last twenty boxes up for a farmers market that we sell to in Cedaredge Colorado. I am sitting roadside now for the first time trying to push pears, with not too much luck. I’ve made thirty dollars in the last hour and a half at the intersection that I’m on. If I can get rid of the twenty boxes of pears that I have I’ll be looking real good, but It does not seem that it can happen at this point. The thought is crossing my mind already that I need to get my truck loaded up with pears and head toward Texas where the first boat that I want to look at is located. I’ll at least be able to eat unlimited pears then. I plan on sleeping in the back of the truck, or otherwise on the road. I was thinking that I would return to colorado for the fair weather rock climbing that is abundant from September through November, probably shifting toward Utah in November. It is very cheap to camp and climb there, at least when your not renting a slip for your sailboat in a far away land.

Uncertainty abounds. There is a certain level of expedience to get down to Texas to look at the boat in order to determine if it is truly what I want to purchase. I am almost certain however that I will want it, the 31 ft yawl by seafarer. Thick fiberglass and strong hull will make for a safer passage across the gulf of mexico. Oh man I can’t wait to be sailing again. There is much work that she needs done that is visible from the pictures that I saw on the listing. The wood on the outside appears to be worn and weathered, in need of sanding and oiling. The jib was replaced but according to the owner the mainsail has been stitched a few times and is also in need of replacement. The bottom also needs a paint job, as it has been three years plus since it was hauled and painted. Why am I so hell bent on diving into a project that will most certainly be a monetary catastrophe?

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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