Firing up the puffer belly for the final sprint.

Another coat of paint on Bob.

Drilling and threading the bow and stern eyes.

Omo earns her stripes.

Routing in the dhow eye.

Final touch-up.

7:30 pm, four weeks out. Done.

And last night, the formal christening. A bottle of Bruce’s grandpa’s favorite whiskey for Bob.

And a scary bottle of Ethiopian gin from our 1986 Omo River trip, for Omo.

The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

And now I am off to Cinnamon Bay in the Virgin Islands for a little snorkeling with friends. See you in February.