



My soldering iron wasn't up to the task of tinning the heavy wires that came out of the mast so we popped out to Radio Shack to pick up a larger one. On the way back to the marina I reflected on how easy it was to whip out and get anything we need, even on a Sunday. Tools and supplies won't so readily available once we head down to the Caribbean and beyond so we're stalking up on spare parts as much as we can.
In the velvet darkness
Of the blackest night
There is a light
- Richard O'Brien
234 days...
Of the blackest night
There is a light
- Richard O'Brien