Being Back, Vodka Truth Serum, and Adjusting
It is very good being back, though the noise of a city was assaulting and being afloat but not being on the hook was and is confusing.
Maxi 95 and Our Adventures
It is very good being back, though the noise of a city was assaulting and being afloat but not being on the hook was and is confusing.
This morning we’re anchored in Gowlland Harbour across Discovery Passage from Campbell River. We’re within striking distance of Seattle, if we made a run for it we could be back on Lake Union in four days. Instead, we’ll take twelve days…
8-JUL-2016 – We’re waiting in the space behind Piper Island to traverse Sergius Narrows.
1-JUL-2016 We motored up from Baranof Hot Springs this morning. The wind varied from none, to on the nose, but light, to probably enough to beat up to Peril Strait, where we made a left. We anchored at 12.09, a seven-hour trip to cover about 40 miles.
Friday June 3rd – It’s 46°F in Ketchikan; Hilary wakes up and comments occasionally; Jennifer arrived in Providence five hours ago; 18 hours ago I ordered more engine parts, this time from Seattle. Caro Babbo strains on her dock lines against the 25kn winds that blast through the harbor.
[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 … Continue reading “We’re on our way”
Will we make our date? It is an unexpected question to be pondering.
Very busy, full productive days, and yet at the end of each, there is always the question, ‘‘what got done today?’’ Electrical has been the main item of effort. I’ve had the fuse box open while I sorted out an intermittent connection. As these things often go, the main feed touched a ground: a sparking … Continue reading “A penny for your fuse box, and much ado about nothing, with a very large downside”
Without even a knock at the door, the stove arrived at 7:30 last night. Hilary and I heard the soft shush as the UPS driver slid the 35 kg box across the carpeted hallway.