Warren was spending his time  in the engine room and checking out all the gadgets to make sure they all worked. We had to identify what lights worked and where and if not why not. It took a whole week for us to discover, after much head scratching and not to mention swearing, that the lights on the stairwells were labelled 'Safety lights' on the circuit board. Who would'a thunk? Wouldn't they be 'stairwell lights'?

Warren's list of spare parts, need to buys, and like to haves grew. We have had to identify, given the budget, what is essential to living aboard and negotiating our way safely for 7,000 miles. This is perhaps going to be an ongoing battle :)

We knew that our time was finite, so worked ourselves hard each day to accomplish the tasks we had set out as being essential in our remaining time in Houston. All too soon, the time came to pack things up and put away so that we could safely leave our new baby where we found her.
We had negotiated an excellent docking fee with the broker we bought her off, so she remains under his watchful eye.

The space behind the salon seats above, and below...when all the seat cushions and tops are removed... this is what is hidden

Every inch of storage counts, on a boat.