Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Indicators that you might be in a posh marina
The second indicator... there is a powder room separate from the actual washrooms.
And the clincher. Oh yeah, I totally used the mouthwash (there were even individual use little plastic cups!)
Look both ways
If there is a walk/don't walk light thingee, don't look for the button, you just have to wait for it to change. Be patient. *ahem* Dad, that's us.
If there isn't a walk/don't walk light thingee, you can walk by default when the traffic parallel to your path has a green light.
If there is a break in traffic, and nobody is turning it's acceptable to cross.
How to learn Hawaiian
Anyways, I noticed tonight that under each cap is a Hawaiian word along with it's English translation... so I figure if we buy a few cases of the stuff we'll be well on our way to learning Hawaiian right? Yeah, Dad didn't buy that either.
So far we've got Hoa = Friend, and Paki = Splash. Now you know! See this blog is full of learning experiences, and they aren't *all* warnings of how not to do things ;o)
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Seriously
So I'd just finished drying off after a nice hot shower, which is pretty much the best thing in my little world right now...
I'd just starting to get dressed, when I hear a *hmmmm-click* and the power goes out. I was all seriously? Seriously. So I stood there in the buff running through my *very* limited options...
a) attempt stumble out nekkid
b) attempt to find my towel and stumble out mostly nekkid
c) pretend I'm blind attempt to get dressed and stumble out, with a high probability that my shirt or pants will be on backwards or inside out
d) yell, keeping in mind that anyone who comes in with a flashlight is probably gonna be blinded by my whiteness
e) stand in the dark until the power comes back on
Luckily for all the innocent bystanders, I was long enough trying to decide what to do, that the power came back on...
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Nerdy Engineer
Dad found out that Sausalito has a HUGE model of San Fransisco Bay, its inside a warehouse the size of two *american* football fields! It takes up 3 acres and has tonnes of pumps and stuff supporting it.
Unfortunately it is currently under construction, I think in the transformation from research model to educational model now that they are using computers to simulate changes. But man is it cool, I'd love to see it in operation... they even have it so you can test changes to the bay etc and how it affects the mixing of salt and fresh water!
Mmmmm
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tuna diet
All official and stuff
Apparently the Coast Guard doesn't have the right phone number for Customs... and the main phone number for Customs has no idea what a cruising permit is... or who in their department you're supposed to check in with... makes it a little tough to check in guys...
A couple of transfers later though, and Dad finally got Gary on the line. I got the impression he was happy to talk to us, and gave us his extension so we could reach him directly. If you're looking for more to do Gary, maybe let the front desk know you still work there... and what it is that you do.
Hopefully Dad'll be able to breath a little better now that we're all official and stuff.
Sleuthing skills
I have a sneaking suspicion that it might be time for some rewiring hmmmm? *raises eyebrow* Okay so it's not that sneaking, in fact if it was any more obvious it would smack us up side the head.
I don't even know what to say...
Yeah, I'm not even kidding. I pretty much shook my head, it kinda figures... I mean he was all stressed about not having a cell phone, so he went a bought one... and we had it. Briefly.
It really sucks not having a phone, but the weirdest part is that I still get phantom vibrations. Like I'll grab my pocket thinking my phone is vibrating... and it has not even been in my pocket for like two months now.
Crazy
Sporting my shorts and tank top I definitely got a couple sideways glances... I have a feeling this is one of the things where "Crazy Canadians" comes from...
Customs
She gave us the "Welcome to Sausalito!" and double checked inside if there was anywhere we had to check in. The answer back was "Tell them to move their dope tonight... and leave the running lights off ;o)" and basically that we'd unofficially checked in and that we should officially check in on Monday.
Sweet. Hope we don't get deported or something if you haven't checked in... Hmmmm on second thought, wonder where I could get deported to?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wow!
It was absolutely incredible! I mean, I was already feeling like a pretty insignificant part of the Universe after being out under the stars above from horizon to horizon, and the phosphorescents shooting out the back of the boat like balls of wizards fire... but sailing under the Golden Gate bridge is something in a class all its own.
There was a little fog, hardly any traffic, and porpoises zipping all over the place! I was caught between trying to get pictures of all the awesomeness, not get my camera wet in the spray, and not give Dad an aneurysm... (it stresses him out a little when he's trying to do something and I'm taking pictures)
It was sooooo cool! I don't know it probably took us a couple hours to get in, but it was pretty neat sailing in *grins* I froze my butt off in my shorts, but I was way too busy to change!
The good, the bad and the ugly
The bad news... Dad didn't feel so good for the whole trip down, I think it was the ham I didn't eat. In any case he was um not so loving every second of it...
We tucked into Drakes Bay at 4am so that we could enter San Fransisco in the daylight. We woke up to a cool view of cliffs that were shortly obscured by fog, and then our friends we met in Eureka sailed over, they are heading South to Mexico, so we followed them in!
The ugly... the alternator isn't working properly so we had a last minute scramble to hook up the deep cycle battery before we got around Bonita point and entered the chaos of San Fransisco Bay.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Hoooo boy
1) We didn't have to use the fire extinguisher inside the cabin, because the belts didn't catch on fire and burn the boat down to the waterline...
2) Dad didn't throw the seized tension bearing overboard as far as he could
3) It didn't happen when we were out past the bar, or in the middle of nowhere
4) We didn't come to blows, and neither us or the boat was grievously injured.
5) Nothing crazy happened while we were towing ourselves with the dinghy
6) We didn't lose our space at the marina, and they were even nice enough to let us use the one next to it when that was where we 'landed'
7) All the fishermen were superwicked, helping us... um arrive, and gave Dad a ride into Arcata to get the machine shop to work on the piece he didn't throw overboard
8) We didn't actually break anything, or lose any fingers when taking what was left of the fan belts off...
9) We haven't booked a flight for home
10) I had a really good peanut butter and honey sandwich with an apple... followed by a coffee crisp, and then Mom's spaghetti for dinner. Comfort food? Definitely.
Update for today - getting the part with new bearings, installing it and skedaddling *fingers crossed* ;o)
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Monday, October 11, 2010
Personal space what?!?!
I realized this when the Captain said excuse me in the galley, and I pointed out that there wasn't anywhere I could move to unless he backed up...
Crossing all body parts
Raising a mast
Tony picked up this sailboat as a project... he's in 70's and just this last week got it to the point that he was ready to put the mast up, set the rigging and take 'er out for a test drive. Being as this was the most exciting thing to happen all week, it drew quite a crowd. Somehow the two guys with the most experience were up top working the lines and the crane thingee *chuckles* they more or less stayed out of the way, keeping an eye on things and mostly just making sure nobody got hurt.
As Frank one of the older guys said, it generally all works out in the end one way or another... every mast raising is different he chuckled... everyone runs around, and eventually it gets raised, despite your actions this was followed by a knowing wink and a smile.
And really that was exactly what happened, the boys got the pin in to hold it up, there was some line and height adjusting, and then it just slid right on home to where it should be. They all grabbed a shroud and went to attach it to the tackle... and wound up oooooh definitely more than 6 inches too short. Leading me to decide that boats are responsible for the adventure end of things, we're just along for the ride!
Here they are re-evaluating the situation attempting to get *something* to work... adding shackles... nope, checking if the old turnbuckles were longer... nope... this is the 'maybe if I just pull on it it'll be long enough... nope...' *curses*
Eventually they ended up with enough things tied down to the deck, that it was safe to move. The plan they ended up with was getting all the hardware together to get it solid, take it out for a test run and see if there was anything major they were going to change before redoing the rigging in stainless.
I especially like the wobbly looking rig, but there she is ;)
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Did you know that....
It turns out that he was working at a museum at the time, some film company wanted the sub for a movie but it didn't run so they had to tow it. The insurance company made it part of the contract that he had to oversee all of the towing and such.
He said it was pretty funny, because every time they were filming he had to duck down between Kelsey Grammer's legs... then when they cut the scene he'd stand up check everything and then radio directions to the boats towing.
I casually asked what the movie was, already having half a suspicion... and it was! Down Periscope *s* one of my favoritest movies evar! I know, I know, it's a terrible movie... but I still love it ;o) Tony said his name is even in the credits, little and waaay at the bottom, but I thought that was still pretty cool.
Pardon my while I wipe the drool off my chin
Initially I had a little trouble following the conversation, let alone participating... I was too busy ogling the office equipment. And then my inner nerd almost sold all my worldly possessions to sign up and be a weather forecaster when I grow up. They all had like 4 LCD screens, and were running 2 or 3 computers... while running multiple forecasting models and overlapping the results *drools* and the guy there was a surfer... I mean really, I could do that!
It was pretty cool though, he walked us through the forecast models, said something to the effect of "Why aren't you guys out there right now!?!?" lol and then said if we weren't leaving the next day, we should probably hole up until it calms down around next Tuesday.
It was pretty funny too, he started a sentence with "Do you know Pat and Sean?" I was thinking Omg is this seriously one of those 'Hey do you know Sally from Canada?' ... but as it turned out they also sailed out of Victoria and one of them had been plucked off their boat by helicopter, I guess they got hammered in a storm, ran out of gas and shredded their sails.
As you can see... we will be here until sometime next Tuesday. I think we've been here long enough that I can say I lived in Northern California for part of my life ;o)
Skills...
*grins* This was the first test piece I did, it's is so cool! I mean I could make a hammock (the idea that started the whole thing)... or mesh bags, oooh or fishnet stockings! I always wondered where they came from ;o)
Boys are smelly
I already knew this, growing up with two brothers and all... but yeah, they definitely need to be aired out regularly... whether they're aware of it or not.
Note to self: the 'glow' generated by walking at a brisk pace negatively affects any airing out benefits that may have occurred.
On farts:
Farting in foul weather gear is worse than snow pants, snow pants breath a little bit gradually releasing the smell in non-lethal doses. Foul weather gear does not breath, but rather produces concentrations far exceeding the lethal limit by means not yet scientistically explained.
Dyslexic much?
Scavenger hunt anyone? Can you imagine the conversation *grins*
Me: Excuse me sir, can you tell me where Twelfht (Twel-fhut) street is?
Sir: Is that from Harry Potter or something?
Me: Uhhmmmm no, it's for a scavenger hunt *shrugs*... so you don't know?
Sir: No, sorry.
My feet were too tired to check if they were all like this, or just this one...
Hold the flash!
Note to self: There's a reason photographers keep track o which picture they tried which settings with ;o)
Friday, October 08, 2010
Rant
I don't care if you know the basics, or how something 'should' work. When it takes the experienced mechanic two hours methodically going through things, and narrowing them down to figure it out... well I think, that just goes to show there is *always* more to learn.
The first thing you find that might have caused the problem, may or may not be it.
If you ignore it, it most likely will not go away.
If you don't fix it now, it will still need to be fixed later.
When you don't understand how something works, or all of the parts involved... you might as well be trying to guess how Houdini escaped.
Here's the gist of one of my favorite MASH exchanges was between Hawkey and BJ... and why "I just don't know" isn't a good answer to why something isn't working.
Hawkey: Hey BJ, how much do you know about kidneys, and dialysis machines?
BJ: The basic stuff from med school that we had to take to graduate... why?
Hawkey: I don't know anything about them either, so how do we know we *can't* build a dialysis machine?
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Arg
See we were supposed to leave this morning, early tide and all. Get a head start on the big storm that is supposed to be blowing through.
So yesterday we filled up the water tanks and went to fuel up. For starters it was a huge pier, with a ladder up to the top. We haven't exactly done piers before, but everyone else manages so we should be able to figure it out. We took a swing by, had the foresight to flip the bumpers sideways and meandered in again.
With a stretch I haven't done since gymnastics, and my usual amount of grace, I landed myself on the ladder *with* a painter in hand. We got the boat tied up only to find out that the pumps were further back.
After more ordeal, I was safely topside this time, we tried to remove a pile with the boat... okay and an antenna with a pile... but managed to get everything secured again. Started filling up the port keel tank, got some in and then blew fuel all over the place at which point Dad gave up and we filled the spare jugs.
On our way back to the marina the engine sputtered and lost umph. Thinking dark thoughts, we switched tanks for lack of any better ideas and everything cleared up... when we got back I wanted a cold beer and a baseball bat...
Given the engine weirdness, we have been forced to re-evaluate sneaking out between storms. So there's our trouble, neither of us know enough about engines.
So what am I going to do about it you might ask?
... finish reading "Be your own diesel mechanic"
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Thursday, October 07, 2010
"Proficient"
On our way out he mentioned something about getting the pictures off of his camera from the mast raising... My ears perked up, and I offered my humble assistance. *grins*
He asked "You good with those types of things?"
I answered: "I'm proficient"
I'm a trained professional just sounds ostentatious. I'm not entirely sure what that word means, but I don't think it's something I want to be.
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
9 on the Zombie scale
Dad asked what I wanted for breakfast. I was thinking "All I want for breakfast is a large double double, and a bacon breakfast sandwich with a slice of tomato" *wistful sigh*... but instead I said that oatmeal sounded good. He did go to the trouble of making extra for me after all, and I do appreciate that ;o)
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Dear Mr. President
I was so looking forward to a burger and a beer, and was disappointed enough to write you a strongly worded letter. I tried a couple beers, and well quite frankly the 'light' would have passed as a fruity, flowery juice with bubbles in it... and the 'dark' might have *almost* passed as an amber beer back home in Canada.
Now I'm not an expert on beer, but I've tried my share, and I can now say with confidence I understand the plight of the American people.
Please come to Canada and I'll buy the first round to make it up to you.
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Boats
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Whoohoo!
We're just going to sit out this gale, with its projected winds of 35 knots... gusting to 45 knots but it should be all good to head out Wed. I'm excited at the prospect of moving again, but a little nervous that it will take a few days to find my sea legs.
Oh yeah and get this, you need a prescription to get whatever the local equivalent of the anti-nausea patch is... even though you don't in Canada *throws hands up* Go. Figure. So I will be relying solely on Graval. *sigh* The thing with Graval is that any time we took it as kids, it was usually *after* we already felt sick... and generally made me barf.
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Monday, October 04, 2010
Tuning the Rigging
Everything started out fine. The Captain had a gist of an idea, a vague rememberance of how it should be done... and so he started applying tape to the shrouds 1 meter apart, after they had been loosened. The Admiral stood there looking pretty on the foredeck curiously, but unobtrusively observing. Around about the fourth shroud, he measured, put the tape measure down leaving it to wind itself up, and started to mark off the meter.
The tape measure seized this opportunity to zip itself up... down the deck, over to the scupper and off into the briny depths. Note: The scupper is the hole in the toe rail to let water off the deck - which I might add was the only one that was not blocked off in some way.
So, the interesting part.... Well that was the only tape measure on board, and it's Sunday, and chances are not in our favor for purchasing a *metric* tape measure in the land of imperial... *curses*
After laughing at ourselves for a few minutes we regained our composure, dug out a chunk of metal, taped a ruler to the end, and proceeded. I unofficially dubbed it the "Bar of measures", called to duty for a task it was never intended... performed beautifully!
All in all we managed to straighten out the mast, we achieved *some* sort of moderately equally tension on all of the shrouds... and got two that had been crossed at some point uncrossed (we wont talk about that). We also deemed our sacrifice to the Sea Gods was acceptable, since the scissors when dropped did not abandon ship.
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Saturday, October 02, 2010
What was I thinking???
Now this little island that we're on, has two bridges that meet... I ran to the bridges and then had a bit of a dilemma, off towards nowhere running along the highway... or in to town? Both were equally scary, what with there being nothing more than a line designating space for a pedestrian.
I looked at my watch, sucked it up, thought skinny and ran as fast as I could across the bridge. If I had been any closer to the edge I would have been running on top of the railing. I considered it briefly actually, I have pretty good balance... but the water was pretty shallow and I figured my chances were better with the cars.
Needless to say I survived my 30 minutes of a half-jog. It felt pretty good too... until Dad and I walked all over town looking for the damn paint store. *shakes fist* stupid girl didn't pick up on the fact that we were walking and sent us to a store we gave up on.
I swear Mitts... you'll be the death of me yet ;o)
Still waiting...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Low key
I made pancakes, hung my guitar so it's up out of the way, handed Dad things which was always required invariably when I was in the middle of something else, rigged up my hammock in the forepeak *smiles* and did some light reading about maintaining sails and diesel engines.
Dad and I fixed the spot lamp light too, which was quite the team building experience let me tell you... We were awesome! Even though somebody stayed up until the wee hours reading about the girl with the dragon tattoo and has been running on fumes all day *whispers* and its not me ;)
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Words of experience
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At 28/09/2010 3:57 AM (utc) our position was 40°48.44'N 124°09.79'W
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Back to today!
I've tried my best to more or less pick up where I left off and fill everything in, including the diesel clouded details of my earlier posting. I apologize profusely for the vagueness of that last post, I was under the sleep deprived impression that we would have wireless soon and I could clear up all the details. Little did I have any idea how long it would take me to articulate it all, with even the least bit of intelligence.
Thanks for reading, and thanks so much for all the support *smiles* you probably want to start way back here... and then skip through using the 'Newer Post' link at the bottom... Gah. Sorry 'bout that ;o)
Engine update
So... the deal is, the air filter was plugged with the crud from the mis-aligned fan that was chewing itself to death. But ultimately it was a wire, on the aforementioned solenoid that had busted right off. Thus causing the engine to die.
We'll be here for at least a couple more days waiting for engine bits, and working on odds and ends on the boat... but I think this means we're almost back in business!
Awesomesauce
Since we've fetched up in California I've been itching to check out the Ancient Redwoods, something I've wanted to do ever since I first heard about them. The Captain has been giving me a hard time about this, seeing as our family has checked out the enourmous Douglas Firs in Cathedral Grove, the Three Sisters - Spruce trees in Caramanah, and other large trees in our 'back yard' while growing up.
We spent today between the contrasting traipse through the Fern Gully-esque Redwoods, and an Earnhardt-esque rally car drive down the Redwood Avenue. I *almost* asked the Captain if he was trying to qualify ;). Fear not! My stomach having been hardened on windy BC logging road switchbacks had no problems whatsoever...
This tree was completely burnt out inside, it was freaking huge! I'm the little ant crawling out of a hole in the bottom left... Ooops sorry I meant the other left.
This is the representative 'Founders Tree', I just love how it looks like it has twisted it's way up.
I had a really hard time narrowing down just a few pictures to sum up the rest of the day... but here they are. And this is why I didn't find a decent internet connection today.
Me! On top of a DEADTREE!
Ze Captain in a cavern...
It was captivating and beautiful, and the air smelled faintly sweet... not like perfume or flowers... just old nice. It wouldn't have surprised me in the least if a fairy had landed on my shoulder, it was absolutely magical. I couldn't stop smiling, thanks so much Dad I had the most wonderful day :)
I forgot...
White and Nerdy
Trying to get the GPS info tied into our radio modem email awesomeness, and I've been having a heck of time not getting it working. The Captain just double checked and somewhere in the 12 foot run of cable he swapped the red wire, for the black wire... *smiles* you're shocked I know, but now we've got it up and running we should start to show up on the Winlink site under Dad's call-sign VA7 DGV ... AND the lat and long should show up each time I post to my blog via email *happy dance*
Let me ask you this
Eureka!
Tsunami boot camp
These signs are all over Eureka, and rather than deface a public notice sign - because I think it's funny... and then get arrested - because the state police don't think it's funny...
A day of rest
So I crawled out of bed after crashing for 10 hours, and stretched... deciding that I was starving and felt like I'd tried to wrestle a momma grizzly bear into a unitard. We headed up to the marina restaurant where I proceeded to inhale a french toast and bacon breakfast, washed down with coffee... and then upon the return of the waitress ask "Can I have another one of those please?" Understandably she did a double take, and covered her surprise with "That was so good you want another one?" ... yeah something like that ;o)
The omgsofreakingawesome part
From that point on, everything kicked into fast forward.
We dropped our remaining sail, they pulled up and evaluated yelling directions and questions back and forth.
It was absolutely incredible watching that guy handle the coast guard vessel. Twin screw, diesel but it must have had the rudder right behind the prop... he drove it like it had a nozzle. He could make it dance, and look like it was one of those little tugs they use to push the logs together... the ones you can't flip upside down, they always pop up again.
Within a half hour we were set up to be towed in, and every ounce of my attention span was focused on man-handlling a surfing beluga whale through an 8 foot swell doing 7 to 8 knots (slightly more than hull speed) spray flying off the bow.
It. Was. Awesome!
I had to use my entire body to steer, but more or less had it under control by the time we got to 'The Bar'. The Bar is where sediment builds up between the river and the ocean, forming a shallow spot where the waves build up, and break. Anything that is kinda icky, gets really nasty over the bar, which has a rather narrow channel to enter through. Conditions over the bar were worse with around 9 foot swell, and more fog. It was closed to all recreational vessels less than 30 feet in length... and everyone else was to check in with the Coast Guard providing direction of travel, and number of people on board.
This is the part where I'm really, really, really glad they towed us in. Firstly we never would've made it in on sail. Secondly we never would've been able to follow the channel all the way in, it was so foggy sometimes you couldn't even see the glow of the next marker.
Riding in behind them was awesome! It was such a rush through the bar, one second all you could see was the light at the top of their mast, the next it was like we were being lifted up onto the shoulders of titans! A fleeting feeling of being on top of the world, and thenit would suddenly dissolve into a struggle to surf my beluga whale down into the trough and not end up sideways! (that would be very bad) Only to do it all over again! *smiles*
I can't tell you how long we did this for, it seemed timeless, I can only tell you that at some point we were through the bar, and steering became easier... a lot easier, and I began to notice things outside of the orange light on the back of the vessel I was following.
A brief glimps of the moon rising, and the big dipper... a mental note that we were heading NE... a green glow where the channel marker was... the corresponding red glow... red right returning *check*... a pier... the silouette of an entrance statue... lights that were slowly resolving themselves into solid shapes out of the gloom... and the most wonderful smells, a very strong woodstove smell, and I could smell earth, like the dirt beneath your feet, and grass and it all smelled so fresh! :)
The Coast Guard pulled us up into a side tow which was pretty cool, and then neatly walked us into a bearth at the Woodley Island Marina. They were absolutely fantastic, everything went like clockwork, nothing was rushed... it was cool just watching them work! One of the girls Michelle was from Hawaii, and assured us that it was beautiful and we should still go there, despite our 'reconsiderings'.
Finally we were settled in, next to a boat load of beered up fishermen, one of which was a semaphor guy, ex-navy. "Welcome to Eureka!" The weirdest thing was stepping down onto the dock. You know, it's true? That part where you don't immediately have your land legs when you get back to shore. It was like your whole body was anticipating, and trying to compensate for a deck change that never happens. Customs and Marina Security met us at the dock, and everyone was super awesome, especially considering it was now 11:00 o'clock at night.
Best 50 cents I've ever spent, on a hot shower.
Whale tale *wavies*
We finally saw whales, close enough to the boat to get a decent picture AND I had time to grab my camera!
Paranoid Jack Russle on Speed
Captain: "I should turn on the radar!"
Me: "... okay Dad ..."
Captain: "There's a vessel just up ahead, off the port side! It's less than three nautical miles away!"
Me: :,,,, uhh I guess I can't see that far then..."
The Captain very much *irritated* comes up on deck... and then rushes up to the bow and leans out, like that extra 30 feet *and a half* will allow him to see the ship through the pea soup. All I could think was, *sigh* Are you kidding me? and I really, really hope he doesn't fall off... cause then I'll have to put the boat into the wind, haul him back on board... and it'll take us forever to get going again... and then he'll be tired, wet, cold *and* cranky... I know that's horrible of me, but I was thinking these things, because I'm sensitive like that ;o) After a few minutes he stomped back down below and continues mucking with the radar, having confirmed that I really could not see this vessel that was bearing down on us.
Captain: "OMG there are a whole bunch of ships just off the port bow less than a nautical mile away!"
Me:
Captain: *irritated* I know that!
I kept steering and scanning for the 'flotilla' that was about to overrun us. Moderately unconcerned because we were fully under sail... so like a little kid, everyone else (short of tankers) is supposed to go around us.
Captain: *sheepishly* I heard a little voice from the cabin "I think it was picking up ducks..."
I had just come to the same conclusion as we were passing a flotilla size group of Murlettes, *nodded* and saved my smile for later ;o)
The beginning...
So here we are, Sir Haven't Shaved Since... when did we leave? ... and ... Lady At Least I've Stopped Nyarrfing.
Steering by hand is exhausting, and to top it all off being hove-to was just as noisy, everything was either creaking or trying to beat itself to death. I woke up to Dad tired and frustratedly trying to coax tenths of a knot out of a fickle wind, and took over hand steering.
I then incredulously listened with bated breath as he radioed in to the US Coast Guard and requested assistance. I felt a little like a kid in the emergency room at the hospital with my head stuck in the back of a chair or something equally silly. We hadn't discussed it really at all, I'm not really a morning person per se, and so there I was hand-steering and trying to digest what was happening. I mean yeah, our engine is dead... and our batteries are dying... but uhh we've got 3 months of food and water on board, I'm sure the weather will have changed before that runs out!!! Not to mention the deep cycle batteries for the electric outboard, I mean if we really need the radio we could hook it up to that no? It's not like we're going to hit anything, well not at speed in any case right now... it would be more of a gentle nudge... and yeah we're tired, but we aren't exactly in any sort of 'distress'...
I was incredibly relieved when half an hour later Coast Guard dispatch came to the same conclusion, and set us up on a contact schedule to check in our coordinates and keep an eye on our progress. I think this more than anything calmed the Captains nerves, as I know he was a little concerned that he hadn't been able to check into any of the HAM nets due to our deplorable battery condition.
Gradually the wind picked up and we crawled our way towards Eureka California. I pulled a 7 hour hand steering shift, *frowns* for whatever reason I have no idea what Dad was up to... probably feeding me...
Galloping dawn
This picture does not do it justice... it looked something like I imagine a wild herd of white stallions might if they were caught galloping through a shaft of sunlight.
Whale farts would be faster
The chop and indecisive wind turned into glass and less wind, so we gave up and went to sleep. See that darker patch near the horizon? Yeah, that's right, a little bit of wind... but nooOoooo not where we are. Maybe this is what the Captain wanted all those beans for... in any case, he still couldn't convince the engine to resume duties.
It's so calm, I think we've found the secret Northern Doldrums... had some 'time' to take more pictures though, and I promised someone I'd take pictures of everything. So here's a self tailing winch... pretty fantastic piece of equipment actually!
Coolest thing evar
As if to make up for an entire day of frustration... we just saw a whole bunch of porpoises, they must have been eating something, because at one point they were right under the boat! But they were jumping out of the water chasing stuff and doing all kinds of cool aerobatics!
Like all the way. Out of the water!
Note to self
Seems to me zippy bags would be better in this scenario too hmmmm?
*glares at Mr. Saran Wrap*
*shakes fist*
To make matters more frustrating, the wind was having a cereal moment... (you know when you're standing in the cereal aisle at the grocery store, and even though you will probably get the same kind you usually do, it takes you like 15 mins to look at all the options before you go with your tried tested and true brand?) In short, it was changing direction as fast as a kid you're trying to potty train that's running around with no pants on.
Random Trivia
This criss cross contraption across the arch serves the sole (and very important) purpose of preventing the Captain from falling off the back of the boat.
No seriously.
More Captains have fallen off the backs of their boats whilst uh 'inspecting the backstay' than anything else in the middle of the
Monday, September 27, 2010
Apologies...
As Aaren said, blame the diesel fumes ;o)
HUGE Thanks to Aaren for some much needed changes on the blog!
Greetings from the new guy
First things first, Sam and her dad are safe in Eureka California getting some repairs and restocking. It sounds like another great adventure but I'll let Sam tell the story herself. If you can't figure out her post from earlier today blame the diesel fumes.
I hope you like my quick update of the page. Here are the cliff notes on the changes...
- Links to tracking maps in the top left corner (see where they are in the world).
- Comments down the right side, read other readers comments and participate yourself.
- A touch more color, photos, and sprucing up.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Five more minutes
Good morning sunshine! These are the five minute lyrics that popped into my head after being woken up for the 'just before dawn watch'
Give me five more minutes...
I don't wanna get up
Five more minutes...
Could you grab me a cup
Of five more minutes...
I'm so nice and warm
Five more minutes...
don't wanna face the dawn.
My blankets are warm, the air is so cold
Just give me five minutes, I'll love you forever?
There's no motivation, let me finish this dream...
Five more minutes...
I swear I'll get up
Five more minutes...
only one eye's still shut
Five more minutes...
I'm almost awake
Okay, okay!
I'm up for goodness sake!
Now that I'm up, I'm glad I was here
I've seen the sunrise for another year
There's only one thing that this doesn't change...
I'm afraid that tomorrow will be much the same ;o)
It's around 7am and we're at N 43.30.211 and W 127.28.401
Excuse me while I kiss this can of beans
I'll say one thing for the open ocean air though... that was the bestest tasting can of brown beans *EVAR*! <-- that is super extra emphasis on the evar.
Come to think of it, the only thing that hasn't tasted like the bestest evar... is the oatmeal, it still just tastes like, well oatmeal. *shrugs*
Scenic Route to California
Well true to form, and making life interesting, we've got crud and water in our spare keel diesel tank... So we emptied out the back lazarette and topped up the main tank with our spares. Yeah that's right, the ones at the *bottom* of the lazarette of course ;o)
Now you would think that since people have been sailing the iron main (diesel engine) for many many years before my time, someone would have devised a clever way to easily separate the cack out... well there are a couple ways, but none that we have implemented.
The Captains initial idea is to break the line 'somewhere' and pump fuel into one of our now empty jerry cans... let it settle, and then pour it back into the tank minus the cack. The Admiral is a little leary of this idea, as it sounds suspiciously like we'll end up with diesel all over the inside of the boat... and that smell just never goes away.
Therefore the Admiral has proposed draining the tank through the filter bit a cup at a time, where the line is already broken, and you can *see* the cack. Don't you fret my pet, I'll let you know how it goes.
In the meantime we're heading towards California, hopefully pull into Eureka clean the tanks out, fuel up again... maybe do some laundry *fingers crossed*
Around 1:20pm were at
N 45.16.608
W 128.05.877
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Phew
I think I found my sea-legs. I was beginning to worry that I'd forgotten to pack them!
Now that I'm not *arfing* everything within an hour of eating/drinking it's really quite pretty out here! It definitely makes me feel small, every direction you look there is ocean all the way to the horizon, it's pretty crazy too some of the swells are so big that for a second they stick up *past* the horizon!
Yesterday while I was on watch about 5 porpoises came by to check us out... I say about 5 because they are so quick they were hard to count. They were zipping back and forth in the bow wave, I mean if they were kids, they'd totally be the kids that played in traffic. It was amazing that they never ran into the boat or each other!
It's about 8am... and we're sitting at N 45.16.889 and W 128.06298 the Captain just let me have a fabulous 10 hour sleep, and other than being stiff all over I feel fantastic!
Monday, September 20, 2010
We survived
After that it got dark and there was nothing to orient on, it was pretty weird, you mostly had to look at the compass and trust it was working.
We turned South this morning, from around N 48.27.587 and W 126.54.898 we were doing doughnuts in the lack of wind... nobody really cares if you do doughnuts in the middle of the Pacific :)
Bleary eyed and little nauseous we survived our first couple nights out in the open ocean. The last couple days have been a complete blur, even with the Scopolamine patch I'm just starting to feel human again.
My core muscles sure have been getting a work out though, as we amble our way south in the general direction of Hawaii, it feels kind of like trying to sit on a mechanical bull. Lots of fun once your stomach and your eyes agree that everything is where it should be.
Its around 1pm and we've made some progress though as we're now, N 47.35.349 and 127.12.942
I have a joke
...
"Nyaa" *ARF*
Yep I won the booby prize, dry toast and diluted gatorade water. I don't feel so bad though, even the Captain was a little green around the gills, I'm not sure he'd admit it if he chucked his cookies...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Put me in coach... I'm ready!
Here she is at the fuel dock... fully loaded and ready to go. There's a catch in my voice and excitement in mah belly.

Even got a whoop out of the Captain as we pulled out into the straight!
Holed up
It has been a little damp... and it's been more than wonderful to have foul weather gear. Best. purchase. Evar!


I'm not sure how much my camera will take before it resigns from the crew... but until it does hopefully I'll get some more wicked pictures!

This is uhh "Burial Point" I assure you it would be a little hard to bury anyone there, unless you brought your own material. This is also where we saw a couple pods of porpoises, but they're shy... by the time you'd seen them, blinked and tried to point them out they were gone again.

So the weather has changed, and we're sitting in the last hole short of the open ocean in Sooke. Waiting for this front to blow through, as currently all the wind is going the wrong way...
"You can't direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails" ~Unknown
This wait provided an opportunity to catch up with some old friends of ours, we had a wonderful dinner with them and the bestest most awesomest dessert ever. The last fresh peaches of the season with custard and whipping cream and a baked yum on top. I'd like to thank T&K for the visit, but more importantly for the reminder that you *can* do a little bit of everything. You don't have to be one thing in life, it's okay to dabble ;o)
In the meantime we are taking the opportunity to storm lash everything. I'm sure our shake down cruise will teach us differently. Hmmm that's probably why it's called a shake down cruise eh?
Keep your fingers crossed, I think we're going to take our best guess at the weather shaking through! The Captain is understandably nervous.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
BOOYAH!
It's official, we're on our way. Over.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
No arguing with the propane sensor
Still working on it...
I'm sure there's a t-shirt in this somewhere... I just haven't thought of the right wording yet ;o)
Got the stinky egg smell pinned down to overcharging the battery, I don't recommend it, it stinks. Basically what was happening is the charger was taking the signal from one battery and charging a different one, so it was never reading full... and overcharging the other one.
It's been super cool so far though, wore my foul weather gear all the way down. The misty grey fog spitting rain never stopped so everything was damp, but I'm a wet coast girl anyways ;o) Saw a couple pods of porpoises, and a bunch of otters!
Got the radar reflector half up today, and I just want to say that I make climbing the mast look better...
Friday, September 10, 2010
*grins*
In other news, we've determined that none of us can understand Doppler... you know when someone is walking away from you and talking.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Free beer tomorrow...
Those last few loose ends are the hardest to grasp, and even harder to tie into any knot that holds.
The funny for the day though, was the realization that not only were we crazy to try and leave today... but completely delusional. So Dad broached the subject by asking how I felt about leaving on Friday the 13th. I shrugged with a nonchalant "Sure, sounds good to me"... until Mom pointed out "Isn't the next Friday the 13th in July or something?" upon which I, the Admiral, immediately retracted her support.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Slackers unite! ...tomorrow...
I should be packing clothes... I think I'm putting it off because I have so many clothes that I *want* to bring, but I know I don't have room for them all. Especially with all the other important things I'm bringing, like my guitar... and my art stuff... and my camera... and books... and a football... you know necessities ;o)
*shhh* I'm hoping the Captain doesn't notice how much lower in the water we're sitting after I get all my stuff stashed away on board *grins*
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~Mark Twain
Oh right, and travel plans right now are to do our shakedown cruise on the way down to Victoria, where we will check out of customs. Then down past Cape Flattery, WA, United States and "turn left"... at which point we will head to Hawaii. This will be the second leg of the shakedown cruise and the longest period of open ocean for the rest of the voyage. See most people do a few weeks shakedown cruise *before* they go somewhere, but if we don't leave now we may never leave.
Last shopping...
Between that and my ADD kicking in, it was perfect though, Mom took the list and was all "LEFT!"... okay grab two of those... "RIGHT!"... down here, "Hey! That's not on the list!", and "Well get this at the other store"
We even went to a few different stores, where I would have ended up trying to buy it all at one place and probably would've spent several hundred more dollars in the process...
Thanks Mom, what started out as a very daunting task turned out to be not so bad after all. It's comforting to know we're not going to starve or get scurvy, at least for the first bit of the trip.
Nyarrr
Maybe we are descended from pirates ;o)
Fuzzy on the inside
My brain terminal reads...
Don't ask me to remember anything right now, because if I do something else will fall off my stack, and I don't want to forget to hide my stash of zip-locked toilet paper.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Putting the *boom* in the kitchen
*chuckles* "I didn't know you kept black powder in the house Mom, can we take that to trade with the pirates?"
"Yes" she responded with a dry roll of the eyes.
Breath
Stressed? Who me?!?
Out of all the chaos though, I'm getting excited. This is the really for real go time!
Monday, September 06, 2010
The Epic Bridge Modification

Dad said this would be an all day job, he wasn't making it up. The morning started out perfectly normally. I followed around after him with my cup of tea waiting for him to give me directions, got the car loaded up, picked up my little brother... and the two of us slept most of the way up Island to Campbell River. At which point the truck finally said "Forget it, it's labour day... I no workee!"
... and we awoke pulling into the gas station to "oh $#!*&... I've got no clutch", so we did the drowsy to awake "which way are you trying to go, we're ready to push!". Well all I can say is thank goodness the truck had been cleaned out because it's still bloody heavy!
I would like to take this moment to thank all the people who *do* work on labour day, even if it should be called 'no labour' day. We regrouped over breakfast and were able to rent a 4x truck, have them pick us up at the gas station, and have the clutchless truck towed somewhere.
We made it up to the job site with little ado and as we started... so did the rain. This is where I grew up hiking, how can you not fall in love with the place?

By the time we were done we'd broken a 1/2" drill bit, bruised a couple knuckles, were covered in mud and dirt... and wet enough, that well our panties were wet. I know that might be a little bit of an overshare... but you're really not that wet unless your underwear is.

I was wringing water out of my sweatshirt by the time we got back to the truck... and not just a little bit of water, it looked like I'd fallen into the creek or something! It just goes to show that true to our upbringing, and lessons learned over the years my little brother and I had *both* brought a full change of clothes that were nice and dry in the truck.
There is nothing better than putting on dry clothes at the end of a very, very, very wet day.
I think for the first time in history Dad didn't have spare clothes, so Mr. Nopants got to sit in the back of the truck and borrow my sweatshirt. I'm sorry Dad I really shouldn't laugh, the number of times you've lent me your spare fuzz or even the one you were wearing when I was cold... well it was nice to finally be able to return the favor. Even if we're going to give you a hard time about it forever ;o)
We ended up in Walmart buying pants, somehow we picked the right size, and the girl didn't check that I wasn't 'David Vincent'... and that the signature D... something scribbles... Vin ... scribble didn't match the one on the back. *phew*

What you call a woman on a shining steed? Mom! She drove the Vangina all the way up to Campbell River to pick us up. We stopped for dinner before everyone wasted away and I had the best burger and beer special, curled up in the back and proceeded to sleep the rest of the way home.
My Mom has this thing with numbers... like how many of the same ones show up on the odometer. Well lets just say, rather than take the car home when we picked it up, and get away from the generator fumes in the trunk... she drove the Vangina just so she could see octuple sevens. I'm not even kidding you.
Weathers changing, it's time to go ready or not. I think tomorrow is the last big shopping trip, fresh food, maybe pack some clothes... try to find somewhere to cram everything. *shakes head* here we go, I'll try to keep you posted!
Found this at the trailhead... my little brother was most disgusted with me ;o)
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Family Bonding
I was excited today because my little brother was coming over to 'visit' ie: we needed him to help mix cement for Mom's radio tower. We spent the entire afternoon together (the two least experienced cement mixers doing the mixture) shoveling, clanking shovels, poking, prying, dumping, wheelbarrowing and dumping.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
As if that wasn't enough excitement, we cut down a tree that was close to the house because it will interfere with the radio antenna. So back to that 'safety first' thing... this time we had my little brother spotting, I was driving the truck with a cable attached through a block and back to the tree that was being cut down, and Dad was operating the chainsaw.
Despite some trouble with the chainsaw... again, and it being the longest amount of time its ever taken to cut a tree down in the entire history of tree cutting. Everything went as planned. Even if someone almost set the clutch on fire... it was definitely stinky and smoking. In my defense I was supposed to keep tension on the wire and then drive when it fell, but honestly it took for.ev.ar.
Sorry about your clutch Dad, I guess you can blame part of this one on me too.
Now you can't leave a perfectly good tree on the ground! So we began the well rehearsed process of turning said tree into firewood. Everything just clicked, we've done this so many times before, and at one point when I was throwing firewood at my little brother, we had to stop and laugh. This is our family bonding at its finest.
Some of the best times we've shared together have involved being wet, dirty, sweaty, sticky with pitch, tired, full of slivers, sore and in fear of incurring an injury.
It was the best 'Welcome Home' I could have imagined, I forgot how much I like the smell of chainsaw.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
You like boat, yah?
Interjection - if you know anyone who wants to buy a 27' Vega... "I give them good deal, yeah!" :)
It was cool watching the whole process, Don, the guy who was driving the trailer was great. Its a good thing he's a professional though... cause I still thought it was a little sketchy at this one point. The only thing holding the front of the boat was this one little piece of wood. Right there. Yes that one that doesn't have anything attached to it, and is straight up and down... and its a blustery day!

But that's how you do it so you can get the trailer out from underneath. And obviously he'd done this once or twice before because it worked like a charm. Here they are being supermen and holding the boat up while they put the blocks in. I held it up by myself, but *someone* had to take the pictures and provide moral support.

Here she is, all supported... the trailer is out, and we only put one new pot-hole in the driveway. We were pleasantly surprised when due to luck or circumstance all the lengths of board we used fit as though someone had measured them. Thank you, it was muchly appreciated.

It's pretty crazy having a boat in the front yard... especially where it is, off to the side of the driveway. On the way out of the house, you feel a little like you're on a collision course. On the way back in though, it feels like you're about to be run down!

I tried to convince Mom and Dad that they should get a motion sensor attached to an air horn put on it... so when you drive by the running lights come on and it honks at you.
I thought it was hilarious... they didn't think it was that funny.
Safety first
So picture this, the Captain was up at the top of an extended ladder trying to get a chainsaw to start, sidenote: it might have had water in the fuel. Now our family is all about safety first, so I was the 'spotter'. The spotters job is *not* at the base holding the ladder... no, I was safely out of the way of any falling debris, be it the tree branch, the ladder, the chainsaw or even the Captain himself.
The spotters job is to watch the ensuing chaos and yell really loudly if anything happens or *looks* like it might cause bodily harm. As you might imagine this is a pretty tough job in our family, since you have to adjust the point at which you yell to a higher danger level than 'standing at the top of a ladder with a running chainsaw cutting branches'.
Basically someone has got to be leaking before you start to holler, but it's okay I know first aid.
Not morning people
He said "What about your latest crap?"
I'll give him credit for most of the letters being in most of the right places. Sometimes its just better not to talk to your family in the morning ;o)
So much for sleeping in...
At which point my entire left calf muscle seized. In my irrational semi-comatose state with no one manning the bridge, it felt a lot more like "Noooooooo! Opposite muscle, opposite muscle, stretch it out, touch your toes to your knees... don't let it cramp all the way because you'll never get it unstuck!"
"Yesss! She's waking up! Quick pretend you're asleep, and act like nothing happened!" *giggles* "Shhhhh!"





























