A beaver story of interest, some stuff you should know about Mexico, and in the “About those windmills” department…
I’ve been trying to avoid the zombie apocalypse (spelled N-E-W-S) as much as possible but it’s pretty hard with all the excrement coming off those rotating blades. Still, nothing clears one’s head like trying to sort out the clutter on one’s boat.
Today’s task being to turn a horizontal surface back into a chart table. At least, I hope there’s a chart table under all that crap that seems to defy removal. Or, for that matter, it could be a portal into a parallel universe. Which could explain how stuff keeps disappearing.
Oh well, there’s no shortage of adventurous tasks involved in day-to-day boat work.
I suspect I might need a flashlight…