Single-handed Catalina Trip Log!!
Tuesday, February 20 . I wake up knowing this day will be rough–rain, Ventura, and boat prep. Ignoring the vast amount of work I’d have to do, I got ready and prepared the cart worth of winches, anchors, gas cans, koozies, and various unused knick-knacks and loaded them into the squeaky trunk of our trusty, old minivan. Dad wakes up and gets ready, and we set off for Ventura. We have a great drive, listening to my ‘Discovery Mix’ on Apple Music and calling my grandmother who you may remember, Elaine, about our annual walking trip in Southern France this summer. After about a thousand U-turns, we make it to Mike’s Consignment Marine but decide to assemble the winches before we head in. I impress myself with my winch-maintenance skills and end up in a very uncomfortable position between the third-row seats in the trunk! Surprisingly, Mike takes everything we have in our cart, and I look around for a bit. It’s hard for me to buy anything at consignment stores because it’s never exactly w...