Breaking from civilization

We ended up staying two months at Town Basin. That was not the plan. But winter here brings foul weather every few days, and both Kerri and I had a mountain of work we wanted to finish before the big passage, so we settled into the comforts of city life. We don’t sit still this long very often. Usually the nomad-itch sets in within a few days of stationary life, but this time nothing in particular was calling us away from the dock. It was an odd feeling — being just fine staying put. Beyond work, we did only a little socializing with other boaters, most of whom would sail off to Fiji or Tonga before us (as usual). Now and then we’d go out for a meal, or a walk, but mostly we stayed glued to our laptops, plugging away while we had shore power. Power — a luxury that, for the two of us, only means longer work hours. The ducklings kept visiting every day. Several times a day, in fact. So much so that after a couple of weeks I felt I had to start weaning them off the free handouts, and a…