The title of this post has nothing to do with the current holidays. Please don’t get me wrong, I do believe in the magic of Christmas. But this post, which is overdue by 15-16 months, explains my choice of this title.
We purchased our Tatoosh 42 that was located in St. Petersburg, Florida. Found her online a year or two before we contacted the broker. At the find, we felt she could be the right boat but she was on the wrong coast.
Moving forward in the story, we are now closing on the purchase of the Tatoosh 42. Our broker was professional, helpful, available for a few times we needed a human to oversee the steps it takes to move a boat from one coast to another.
Arranging the Marine Yard with the Rigging Co. and the Yard with the transporters. Confused? We were too. Typing this out is easier than the communication needed to make it all happen smoothly. Apparently, one hand was not talking as clearly to the other. Lot’s of miscommunication that caused multiple delays. In the meantime, the transporter took advantage of this and took on many local short deliveries in the interim. Thereby, the snowball of delays pushed out our date for the transporter to pick up and drive our boat to Portland.
Well, we thought it was going smoothly until a glitch in the communication. The original delivery date was June 15, 2017. And we still to this day we are not clear what really happened, and probably won’t ever learn. Each phone call we made ended with no new information. Frustrating when you are excited to see your new home yet it’s in the hands of people you can only talk too over the phone, and only when they pick up, and then you want to believe what they are saying and then …. it was a daily cycle for about 3 weeks. And finally – we got the call that our new home will arrive July 18th, our Tatoosh 42 arrives.
When the Semi-truck pulling the trailer with our boat on it came into my view, all the previous weeks of mumbling my frustrations away. Funny how that happens.
The following photo is the Tatoosh 42 on the hard located in St. Peterburg, Florida. She has been stripped for transportation purposes.