We checked the boat last night at about 9:30pm, ran the bilge pumps, turned on the running lights and sat at Deane's Dock looking at the boat and talking about it's future.  Today is the day the boat gets blessed and christened.

For the past two weeks we have been trying to figure out what to rename the boat.  We discussed it with quite a few people, emailed our friend John Abbott in Korea, talked about it with a couple from England that had stopped on Salt Cay while sailing around the Caribbean, and laughed at different names with our friend Candy Herwin and her mother, Jean.  Abbott gave us some good advice - stand in the wheel house with a carrot (or anything shaped like a microphone) and pretend you're calling on the radio.  If the name sounds dumb over the airways, it probably is.

We tossed names around and around - Gypsy Pirate, Squid Eater, Queen Ann, Gypsy Queen, and a host of others...  Finally, one night while playing with thoughts about the boat we found the new name.  Mike and I love to beachcomb (and Mike loves to go to the dump to see what good things people have thrown away).  A number of the parts on the boat were found on the beach, at the dump, and generally salvaged from any source available. So... the name that stuck is the M/V Beachcomber.

This morning we woke early.  I drank my wake-up cup of coffee while talking to Mike who was watering the "trees" in the front yard. The peace of the morning was broken when Small Boy drove by and yelled that one of our buoys was floating away.  We dropped everything and drove to the dock.