We drove to Homer this morning, stopped to check in with the broker, then headed over to the boat in the yard at Northern Enterprises. This was the moment of truth. We had already made a small deposit to show our intent, but in reality we could still back out.
I could tell Scott was trying to keep a positive outlook, but was noticeably quiet until I surveyed everything. He knew I really wanted a boat. Everything was a mess, there was a guy living on it for a while and when he was fed up with the project he just walked off. Junk everywhere! I still wanted to go ahead with it, I could see possibilities even though I was wrestling with myself wondering if I was being plain stubborn or afraid that if we didn't do this thing right now we might never get this close again.
OK, truth time - what I love the most are the portholes in the aft cabin! Pirate ship stuff!
I have no idea why the original name was Mish Mish, could be a name of an area in northern Lebanon, a clothing line, a collection of random items, there is a collection of fine art that shows up when searched, but who knows.