Google says provisioning means to supply with food, drink, or equipment, especially for a journey. It does not tell you how hard it is! I’ve been to 4 grocery stores and 2 different Dollar Stores in two days by way of borrowed vehicles and rides with friends. Trent did the big Costco run with me thank goodness but he’s been busy too.
We just recently started doing lots of cooking and learning how to use, new to us, kitchen devices, such as the pressure cooker and thermoses, so I’ve been putting together a boat grocery list for weeks. I can’t stress enough how much everything is different when you live on a boat, down to the ingredients you use, how you prepare meals and even where to store food. I think I already mentioned putting surplus spices in the head (bathroom) but now there’s peanut butter, soup and pasta in there too. It’s funny! When you reach for toilet paper, there sits the peanut butter too.
I held my breath as I added up the receipts in the middle of writing which amounted to $636. I swear we have enough reserves to last us for at least two to two and a half months. If we catch some fish, fingers crossed, it’ll go even further. As Trent and I were unpacking goods from the Costco run into the boat, Barb, walked by on the dock and said, “You can’t see your water line anymore…” Only a good friend would say such a thing, mind you. I was stressed enough as it was, and totally worn out, and then I hear that Pepper was visibly, “heavy.” Shit. If Trent wasn’t worried than neither was I. It’s all consumables after all. Whew!
Everyone already calls us ” the kids” which is fine by us because were’re the youngest ones here by at least 3o years but our new friends on S/V (sailing vessel) Providence, Barb and George, treat us as their very own. They just put Providence up for sale after spending 7 years on her in retirement and we were lucky enough to be neighbors as their big adventure is ending. In the last two days they’ve fed us 3 absolutely to-die-for meals. Each are outstanding cooks, actually, they both have earned a Chef title in our book. In George’s former life he oversaw plant operations and later became manager of Human Resources at Campbells soup. The man can cook. And Barb is just good at everything, plus is bubbly and has a very sweet natured personality. She’s the person that everyone loves.
As a departing gift they had us and our other new liveaboard friends on S/V Reverie, Mike and Angie, over for a seafood pasta dinner. We were so busy that day, that we skipped lunch and showed up to their boat with tremendous appetites. We had a fun little happy hour in the cockpit first. Evenings are nice these days and average about 65 degrees. It’s cool enough to keep the mosquitoes and no-see-ums off and just right to watch the sunset over the water.
For dinner George made his famous seafood pasta dinner. Trent was like an eager little assistant in the Galley and he remembers George throwing in some crab meat, Capn’ Sid’s fresh shrimp, oysters, clam juice, shallots and even some Gouda cheese. I’m sure there was a long list of seasoning that he can’t remember too. The heavenly goodness was served over regular or zucchini squash pasta. It was indescribable. It was disappointing to learn that you can’t find that in the Campbells Soup isle at the grocery store.
It was about 1 o’clock the next day when we get a text from Barb saying “lunch is ready.” We dropped everything and hopped over to Providence again for leftovers that were every bit as good as the night before. I’m starting to feel embarrassed at this point that I even let Barb provide dinner too. What was I thinking? It’s shameful but how could we resist? She made turkey burgers with feta and spinach to grill at the Wednesday night cookout. So good!
George and Trent are best buddies and do just about everything together. He’s a spectacular sailor and not at all boisterous. Barb and I have plenty in common too. We’ve begged them to leave Turner Marine with us and continue sailing. I just want to take them with us! I’m hoping they will fly out and go to Cuba with us in a few months. They’ve taught us so much. Trent and George sat down and looked at charts for hours sharing all their favorite spots with us. And Barb reminds me so much of my mom and Aunt with her outgoing personality. You’ve just gotta love her.
Lesson learned. Living aboard means constantly making new and leaving friends. This is something I had not considered when thinking about becoming a liveaboard. I never thought we would meet such cool people so quickly, Mike and Angie included. They make it hard to leave here but that’s the life, I suppose. We all plan to keep in touch. There are so just many others that made our stay here enjoyable; too many to list.
Trent’s outside washing the boat for the last time because guess what? Weather permitting, we leave in the morning!