We are missing some critical boat parts. The temperature is dropping to below zero. We just ran out of propane, and I’m looking like a ninja wearing a balaclava because our heater just stopped working.
These are not the scenes I would usually associate with catamaran living. Certainly, when people stop by our boat and say things like, “You are living the life!” they are probably not imagining scenes from A Christmas Carol being played out on our boat.
Tonight our catamaran feels like a conduit for the cold weather and water that surrounds us. My blanket feels like a sieve. I am now wearing socks. I think I’ll put on another sweater.
The sound of rushing water drove me out of bed. I could hear it running beneath the floor. Turns out, Rick was troubleshooting our heating system. He is tired but had the floor open and was investigating our heating issue.
Tomorrow we’ll find our boat parts, and we’ll be busy and keep warm. We’ll fill our propane tank and drink coffee. Maybe I’ll make some bread. Rick finishes his research for the night and tells me he’ll “take apart the heater tomorrow.”
Thought I should mention – there are days like this.