
Docking is incredibly stressful. We have to pilot the boat into a very narrow slip and pick up dock-lines to attach it to the pilings, all while trying not to hit the dock. Dad is at the helm, Nicole uses fenders to protect the boat from the pilings, and Mom and I retrieve the lines and get them on the cleats. We are getting better with each experience, but it is still nerve-racking.
I did touch the spreaders for the first time when climbing the mainmast. Dad tells me that I will go up there to fix a couple things. For example, there’s a plastic covering that protects the end of the spreaders, and one of them is coming off. I will be strapped in a
harness-like device and he'll hold me there. He has some type of block, like a pulley, that I will be attached to. That will be fun, and just a little bit scary.
Dad is staying at the boat tonight, and I think Mom and Nicole and I might come back to the boat a day or two from now. I’m still excited to go, and still sad that I will not be seeing my friends. But this life will be very, very fun.
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