We live on a boat. Yes, I know you already know that. But I get questions about the details of living on a boat so here is the knitty gritty.
We are tied to a dock. The dock is a government dock with one finger and a few other boats. We are the only live-aboards at our dock. We have no shore power and no water on hand. We have a battery bank which we charge with a generator and we carry our water down to the boat.
Our boat is a 47ft (with bowsprit) Endurance sailboat. It’s supposed to be a ketch rig, which has two masts but we only have one right now. The hull is ferro-cement and it is a work in progress, though it’s rougher on the outside than the inside. I don’t know how many square feet it is inside but not very big. For example, when I was 8 months pregnant, I could only sit at one place at the dinette because my belly was too fat and the dinette is a tight squeeze. There is enough head room for my 6ft1inch husband to stand, but if his curly hair gets too long, he dusts the cobwebs from the ceiling. Not that there are ever cobwebs on my ceiling…. And the ceiling on a boat isn’t called the ceiling, it’s called the Overhead. Who knew?
The navigation table where the GPS and VHF radio and all those important gadgets is Gabrielle’s change table. She has a bassinet squeezed in a storage closet across from our bed, and her clothes are between and mostly covering Marc’s “workshop” where he stores his tools. See, about boats or small spaces, is that mostly things are on top of or squeezed between other things.
Living on a boat in the summer is pretty much awesome. You get to see sunsets every night. Sea-B-Q’s are a must and lounging on deck in a hammock is pure luxury. Living on the boat in the Winter can be cozy. We have a great diesel heater. Making hot drinks and snuggling in bed all day while the rain falls outside is wonderful. Until you have to do laundry and have a shower. Then the romance fizzles away and just leaves you outside, cold and wet with a baby. Not so much fun.
But you wanna know the biggest draw back to living on a boat when Winter comes? I can’t have a decent Christmas Tree. Yeah, I’d have to totally go Charlie Brown style and get a pathetic twig or have a sprig of holly in a pot.
This may be one of the biggest reasons why I’m stoked to be house sitting this Winter. Call me crazy, because Christmas is just one day. But seriously, I get to have a Christmas Tree!
‘Till then, I’ll take my boats thankyouverymuch!