With Mexico in Mind...

It' kinda funny living at anchor.  You have a gigantic pool in place of a yard.  Instead of a bicycle or a car you have a dingy to get you across the salt water street to your neighbours to play with his cat.  You are at the liberty of weather and disconnected with the race against time that life on land seems to instil upon the majority of us.  Unless it's November, you still have a deck to clear, a galley to secure,  and 2000 miles ahead of you.  Then you are most definitely in a race against time.

This is Bill.  He is he owner and captain of OSPREY, the 60 foot ferro cement hulled schooner behind him, which he bought three years ago with the wealth of Mexico's warmth on his mind.  In his mid sixties, Bill has happily spent the greater part of his life on the water, but his years at sea are starting to take a toll on his body.   The Northern coastal temperatures settled into his arthritic joints have him on a ferris wheel of pain killers, and keep him restricted to the confines of the Osprey unless the water is ''flat ass calm.'' 

Bill is a cross between thrifty, hoarder and forgetful.  He can't turn down a good sale even when emergency stores for emergency stores are already on board, and he gets excited when someone tries to toss a section of shredded rope.   Three years of collecting mixed with his restrictions for bending over and moving around easily has every corner of the boat stacked high with layers of valuable and invaluable bits and pieces.  This is him trying to find the where his diner table ends and his bench begins...

The sails getting some light, just long enough to make sure the beams have enough clearance  over the newly built cabin.  

Osprey's cluttered deck on the calm waters in Bellingham, WA.  patiently awaiting the day her anchors can be pulled and her sails set- for more than just a minute:)