Driveway Boatyard
aren and I sip wine in the salon. The sun has completely disappeared beyond the horizon and the only light is coming from the overhead LED. Connor’s fast asleep. We look around the boat and talk about future projects and upgrades. We revisit happy memories from the summer and talk about our short- and long-term goals. It’s funny how the more alcohol you consume the more daring your goals become. Sure, we
