By John – Page 12 – Caro Babbo

Clothing

Working here in Atlanta, getting things done, means that posts go out well after they have been started, followed by a flurry of posts. Sorry for the delay.

Decatur, GA, 6-FEB-2019 – Last week, a cruiser’s forum email asked about suitable clothing for cruisers.

‘‘Anyone found any sailing-themed fun clothing at a reasonable price point not made from cheap tourist tee shirt material (like all the ones on Etsy)?’’

Decatur, GA, 10-FEB-2019 – Jennifer thinks the call of Sandhill Crane sounds like the clattering of crockery dishes, a distinctive sound that carries for miles. I had always, somehow, thought that Sandhill Cranes were endangered and rare – they are neither. Though they do mate for life.

There is a very small anchorage in Cecilia Island, BC, just north of Shearwater, where a mated pair return each year. The first time we heard that pair, we stood stock still on the deck of Caro Babbo. The sound is loud, really loud. After a while we spied the pair on shore.

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Decatur, GA, 24-Jan-2019 – Jennifer and I flew from Seattle to Atlanta yesterday. We had traveled by bus and ferry from Port Townsend to Caro Babbo, on Lake Union, the day before.

Owning Caro Babbo introduces us to a greater cross section of the world than anything I have ever done.

We meet people who have bought new power boats for millions of dollars and people living on derelict sailboats that will never move again without a tow. Unlike doing business in New York or the third world where the mega-wealthy and the destitute live side-by-side, sailing Caro Babbo, we do not merely see the spectrum of wealth and social standing, we spend time with the socio-eco spectrum of mankind.

I lived in NYC during the dark Abe Beam years. The city was at its nadir: murders were around four per day. It was dangerous time, and a time to learn about people and gain street smarts.

Lady K nearly sinks, and a Saturday morning reflection

Port Townsend, WA, 5-JAN-2019 – It’s ten after seven on this Saturday Morning. It’s dark and won’t be light for another while. I’m trying to think where have we spent that last few winters such that I am surprised it is dark.

I remember winter sailing from Lake Union the first year we had Caro Babbo. We left the dock at 6.30; it was very dark.

This morning I have a bit of panic: I don’t know what to work on. For a moment, I had a ‘‘I’m retired’’ panic. What do I do with my time? I’m not head down in a house to be sold, I’m not literally head down in a boat bilge.

Work has translated into physically doing something. And I don’t have anything physically to do.

The great refuge is email and the web. An email from Darrel Walters suggests I watch a video of a Canadian pleasure boat sinking in the Bahamas. Their nightmare lasts ninety minutes and all is well at the end, but it makes me look at Caro Babbo in the light of their calamity.

Back in the PNW

Back in Port Townsend, after an overnight on Caro Babbo, we return to a water leak at the PT house.

Port Townsend, WA, 30-DEC-2018 – It’s 4 am. I haven’t made the complete transition to west coast time.

It is a fitting morning to be in Port Townsend. The wind howls and buffets Jennifer’s house here, while Caro Babbo sleeps 30 miles away, across Puget Sound, safe in her slip on Lake Union

Thinking and Learning about the next trip

Rocky Point, NY, 26-DEC-2018 – We left Atlanta last Thursday for NY. We’ve feasted and hosted and visited. Now with time away from houses it’s time to think about the next sailing trip.

RAN – Written that way, I think of a Kurosawa movie. This Ran is a Swedish boat we sailed near in BC on our way home this year.

To prepare to sail to Hawaii this year, we decided we’d spend the spring researching the trip: Jimmy Cornell’s book, weather info, reading recommended books and watching videos. YouTube’s/Google’s search algorithm, being what it is, returned Ran’s Hawaii crossing video first.

Stuck in the ATL

Decatur, GA, 23-NOV-2018 – There is no joy working on these houses. We won’t get the first two done before we head north for Christmas. Jennifer won’t be going to Berlin.

We might get one house done, the second underway, and the third, perhaps, contracted to completion before we return to Atlanta in January.

Our, well, at least my life revolves around Caro Babbo.

The reckoning: what did we spend?

We were gone for 171 days, and spent $9400, for an average of $55 per day.

Where did the money go?

Decatur, GA, 31-OCT-2018 – For 2018, we decided to take six months for our sail to Alaska. Why? Because we could.

The trip, in my eyes, wasn’t really a trip. Looking backwards, it was just living on-the-go for six months. I’m not sure at what point something moves from being a trip into being how one is living.

What went wrong this year?

Decatur GA, 21-OCT-2018 – A friend from Oregon told us that the only real shakedown for 3000 mile cruise is a 3000 mile cruise.* Our trip in 2016 proved his point; the list of things that broke ran three pages and almost everything on the list was my own fault.

Two years and 6000 miles later we came home from this year’s trip with no serious issues to report.

2018 was the year of leaks: there were four minor water leaks, three freshwater, one salt:

On Land

Decatur GA, 20-Oct-2018 – The most pleasurable difference, between sailing and being on the dock at Lee’s landing in Seattle, is unlimited water and unlimited power. Granted, the water comes in 25 gallon slugs, but with the unlimited electricity it means that the water is hot.

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