When I first stepped aboard the bright orange Gunboat 66 Phaedo while chatting up ARC sailors here in Rodney Bay, I had no idea at first who I was talking to. A soft-spoken not-quite-clean-shaven young man in a t-shirt invited me aboard after I hailed the boat from the dock, and I naturally assumed he must be crew. He eagerly pointed out the skipper (Paul Hand, on the left up top) and some of the other folks aboard, and it was only after I inquired directly as to his own identity that he admitted, a bit bashfully, that he was ... Read More
I'm hitting the rally beat hard these days. After recently not sailing in the Caribbean 1500, I'm now down in Rodney Bay, St. Lucia, checking out the end of this year's Atlantic Rally for Cruisers. To get a feel for things, I took a long stroll yesterday around the docks. I don't know about you, but walking around a marina or boatyard ogling boats is something I never get tired of.
There were two in particular I was looking for. The first was a Class 40 Akilaria named Vaquita. She turned in a stellar performance, crossing the ... Read More
We're remodeling our kitchen. We wash our dishes in the bathtub. We've been saying for a week, hey, let's just move onto the boat, where we'll have a kitchen and be perfectly comfortable. The wind has been from every which way lately in San Francisco, making for a choppy, surgey mess. In the best of times my marina is rough, but it was particularly rough over the weekend. The rocking wasn't so bad, but the surge was terrible. Every time the boat surged, the dock lines creaked, squeaked, and groaned. Every time there was squeaking and groaning, the dog sat bolt upright and ... Read More
Yesterday, one thousand members of the Occupy Movement once again shut down the Port of Oakland. Nearby, truck driver Javier Johnson said, “What are these idiots protesting? This day is costing me $600 and I’ve got a family to feed.”
An Occupy spokesman said, “We are mainly targeting SSA Marine, which is partly -owned by Goldman Sachs.”
Protesters beat drums and yelled “We are the 99 percent!” and “Die Capitalist Pigs!”
But far in the back, a smaller, but more militant group yelled, “And stop running over sailboats!” The unruly rabble, dressed in oilskins and canvas hats, held signs that ... Read More
We set out this morning for Tenacatita. But not before raising the anchor by hand thanks to a dead windlass battery. I later discovered that the battery combiner wasn’t working and I was able to just bolt the two wires together for a temporary fix.
The dinghy davits, which it turns out had broken a total of three support welds, was now a web of lines that actually seemed to hold the whole contraption together quite well. Yet another temporary fix.
We had a nice calm morning and were motoring along in just five knots of wind on ... Read More
Spent another day solely on the boat. It’s amazing to me how we can pass an entire day in this small space without any problem whatsoever. Ouest is the only one who you would really expect to complain about it, but she seems completely content to be bobbing around at anchor spending her entire day surrounded by her toys.
I did take her out with me onto the dinghy tied up behind the boat to do a little work. She helped me pump it up with air where I discovered to my utter disbelief that I still had a ... Read More
We didn’t go anywhere today, not even off the boat. Perfect weather, a beautiful bay, and a tired and sick family made the decision to just lounge around on the boat an easy one. In fact we’ve been boat bound now for three days and don’t really mind it one bit.
I patched the hole in the dinghy. A proper patch this time, and I barely even used my super glue, opting instead for the hyphalon repair kit included with the dinghy. We cleaned the boat up, everyone got showers, we ate tacos and guacamole, and I went for a ... Read More
There is no more difficult way to travel one hundred miles than to sail it. Riding bikes would have been a breeze. Jogging with Ouest on my shoulders, no problem. Sailing. My goodness, I’m beat.
Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Ali was up with a crying Lowe most of the night. He got sick too now. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was going to get the transmission coupler fixed.
So anyway, the sun came up, beautiful morning, and I crawled inside the bowels of the engine compartment. It didn’t take me long ... Read More
Finally time to move on. We were ready this morning when the kids got up, and at eight-thirty, just half an hour behind schedule we were ready to take off. A couple of dock workers were there to throw off our lines and we could be on our way. The engine was warmed up and ready, but just before I put the engine in reverse I turned the wheel to center the rudder. And a good thing I did too, because the wheel wouldn't turn to the left.
Without a clue as to what might cause that to happen ... Read More
Ouest went to bed last night just fine. Two hours later she had a runny nose and woke up roughly every thirty minutes to moan for five minutes before drifting off again. Needless to say we did not get enough sleep. So today it was no big surprise to look down at her ten minutes after giving her her lunch and find her slumped over in her chair snoring. Poor little thing.
Just continued to tie up loose ends today. This morning we went in to the office to ask them to get our bill ready and they gave us ... Read More