As soon as we signed the lease, we started unloading the boat. He-who-cannot-be-named was
first off. He spent his first day ashore cowering beneath a bed...vewy scawy. A coupla days
ashore, though, and he was galloping from room to room, stretching his legs and enjoying solid
ground.
Besides Himself, everything we own that was stuffed
into SolMate, came off. Where had all of it been hiding?? We lost track of the number of truckloads
ferried - and discovered that a house doesn't hold stuff half as efficiently as a boat.
It's the difference
between square and cubic footage...one heckuva lot had been layered into SolMate's
lockers and lazarettes.
To solve our land-based storage problem, we created our own cubic footage, thanks to Rubbermaid and the Nakias, who ran to the Nogales WalMart for us - twice. So far we've packed a ton and a half of essentials into nine state-of-the-art cubes, one holds the sewing locker, one the foul weather gear, ropes and bungies are tangled up in another, while electronics and mechanical stuff is spread out in five or six more.