Days pass, We see bears, No Internet.

A gallery with text below. The gallery allows you to click on the pictures and see them enlarged. We’ll see if this is a useful presentation method.

I’ve also added Youtube videos. I’ve previously done this with linked text. Please give me feed back on what format for pics and videos works best. Continue reading “Days pass, We see bears, No Internet.”

Trincomali Channel to Vancouver

On Wednesday night, we anchored behind Secret Island in a very well protected small cove. Secret Island was said to have been a secret gift from one of Marilyn Monroe’s lovers to her right before she moved onto Joe Dimaggio. The island is full of small homes with long stairs that lead to private docks. Continue reading “Trincomali Channel to Vancouver”

The Correct Balance, a Recalcitrant Engine and a Dinghy that Leaks.

Monday we stayed in Friday Harbor, visited with the owner of a Maxi 100 (our boat converted to a motorsailer), went whale watching

Two Oracs we saw while watching on Captain Dennis’ boat.
Two Oracs we saw while watching on Captain Dennis’ boat.

and joined our  friend Dennis for dinner aboard his Pacemaker 26 sailboat.

A Maxi 100: A 95v with a different deck mold to be a motorsailerand other changes to lessen production costs.
A Maxi 100: A 95 with a different deck mold to be a motorsailer and other changes to lessen production costs.

Amongst Dennis, Jennifer and I, two bottles of wine, a round of mescal and a beer or two disappeared (Hilary drinks cranberry juice in a wine glass). At times like those, the conversation often wanders, and did, to living life. Continue reading “The Correct Balance, a Recalcitrant Engine and a Dinghy that Leaks.”

We’re on our way

[Some posts, like this one, will appear on line a day or so after they are dated. It generally means that I wasn’t able to finish copy editing that day.]

Hilary sleeps open mouthed on the main cabin, settee; Jennifer is nestled in the V-Berth, with occasional loud intakes of breath; Harrison is in the aft cabin with Bo – his dog. Continue reading “We’re on our way”

Friday was supposed to be an unlucky day to leave anyway

We’re not leaving today.

We got to the boat yesterday at midnight, rather than midday as planned. Moving out of the apartment and getting everything into storage took much longer than planned. Without Scott Wilson’s help, the truck never would have loaded at all.

Based on our late arrival at the boat, we decided on a noon departure so Jennifer could cut cushions for the aft cabin. The final straw was the non-delivery of some tax documents Jennifer must physically sign — I haven’t figured out why sending us a PDF to print that Jennifer could sign wouldn’t work.

At that point, we decided we’d leave tomorrow. [As I write this, Jennifer is traveling to the UPS for her document in a car Dennis Canty as loaned us. The cushions came out very well.]

BTW, for those who are following the engine storyline, I turned the key this morning, after having let the engine sit for a few days, and the engine started immediately, idled well, as the revs ran up.

When Jennifer returns, we’ll fuel up and be ready to leave early mañana.

First stop, Port Townsend.

A longer post to follow tonight or across the weekend.