We suck...

Hey the plans have changed yet again... We don't leave 'til Sunday the 30th now. How are we going to make it to LA if we can't even make it to the boat? I'll tell you how, we are bad dudes and thats all it takes.

The fine line between genius and insanity...

Less than a week to go now, and the mess continues. The flight to Miami, throwin it in the trash. The boat is in Port Canaveral (next to NASA), so thats where we will start. We spent two days down on the boat this past weekend. We worked through an extensive list of repairs and took her out on our maiden voyage. She moved with great agility and power and now it is up to us to match her in these traits. To correct the previous post, we don't have a Hunter 34, we have a 1980 Hunter 33. And now for a couple pics from the past weekend.

The Blue Sky.
A Manatee hangin out by the boat.

The sign of things to come...

So I'm (as in Nick) like, "Oh sweet, a ticket to Miami for 90 bucks, ill go ahead and get it for the 29th." And then he's (as in Alex) like, "Oh sweet, but I won't be there until the 30th or 31st, plus the boats in Daytona, not Miami." So yes, the trip has still yet to start, but we (Nick) have already managed to screw up. So now I get to spend one night, maybe two at a quaint little hostel on South Beach with 3 other random people, waiting for Alex to sail the boat down from Daytona. Check it out here. Really though, this is nothing more than a communication error. Once we become bound to the 34' by whatever dimensions of our boat, communications, or at least the act of communicating with each other, should become slightly more frequent. Speaking of the boat, if anybody wants to know more about the type of boat we're on, it's a Hunter 34'. Some information and pictures about this type of boat can be seen here. Our boat is named Blue Sky.

And it begins...

Ok, so it doesn't really begin until May 29th.