Whelp, that's most certainly a wrap for this season, for sure!
Was scheduled to have Chris/HippyChick haul me home from Freeport on Sunday. But his office general, Suzanne, called Tuesday afternoon and asked if I wanted to bring the Lep home a little early, due to the coming storm.
Yeah, um, does Dolly Pardon sleep on her back? Of course I want her home ASAP!
So she worked me into Chris's REALLY busy schedule for a Freeport Public ramp meet-up late afternoon yesterday. Turns out we beat the snow home, literally by 20 minutes. Thank the Lord!
Last ride down the canal for the season. Really dreary, with a strong ENE blowing. I could just feel the coming storm in my bones:
And home she came - all blocked up, with the four supporting stands properly placed. Engine oil changed, cooling system winterized, all pumps drained, a bit of non-tox RV anti-freeze poured into the bilge, a few 100W light bulbs installed down in there as well, so to keep the worst of the cold away. Once she's shrink-wrapped, my trusty GE dehumidifier will run 24/7 to kill any chance of mold formation. Took a while to come up with this solution, but I gotta tell ya, its really a key to keeping the boat minty-fresh during the worst of Winter's efforts to hurt the interior's surfaces.
Couldn't do my usual pressure washing of the hull, but that will have to wait 'til this messy weather backs off. Squiggy will come by to shrink wrap her on the 30th. Wish it were sooner, but that's the best they could do. The days are long past that I would do my own shrink wrap job, just too much drama for one "now-older" person to handle solo. Anyways, I'm just grateful the fine folks at HippyChick came thru for me. Once again. They are the very best!
Edit: As of 10:00 this morning, the snow was not as bad as they forecast, but still a mess. The wind however was and is every bit of the forecasted speed - plenty strong. I'll get out there shortly and clean the cockpit out. But first a hearty, fortifying, home-cooked Thursday morning breakfast with Mrs. Lep.
And so now begins the miserable off-season, without any certainty of the always much-anticipated Spring Fishing Expos to dull the pain. . . Ugggh. Winter sux for a coastal fisherman here in NY.