Maxi 95 and Our Adventures
Hilary is the center of attention no matter where we go, but the woman Jennifer and I live with isn’t the woman I met 11 years ago. Yet, like that woman, this woman is buoyant, full of life.
People who meet Hilary once, remember her, call to her and become concerned about her well-being.
Is it rewarding to have traveled with Hilary for five months? No, it isn’t. It is work, unrelenting, uninterrupted work that increases in effort as Hilary progresses with her disease.
1-OCT-2016 – It’s easiest to answer the last item first. Yes, a number of things did not break. None of the standing rigging had any sort of failure (the standing rigging is what holds up the mast). After that it becomes a little more difficult to think of something, None of us, personally, were injured or became ill, nor did any of our guests, so the human factor held up well. Continue reading “Status, statistics, and did anything not break?”
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. Continue reading “Being Back, Vodka Truth Serum, and Adjusting”
On Thursday, the 15th of September we motored from Port Ludlow to our slip on Seattle’s Lake Union. It was five months to the day since we left for our Alaska adventure. Continue reading “Back in Seattle, Adventure’s End”
Yesterday, we sailed from Roche Harbor to MacKay Harbor. The day before from Sidney Spit to Roche Harbor. Today from MacKay Harbor to Port Townsend. There is no denying that we’re home: blue Skies, light winds. Continue reading “No Denying that We’re Home: Port Townsend”
We’ve been to Nanaimo enough times to make it feel like home. We know the anchorage off Newcastle Island and the town itself.
The sail down from Tribune Bay on Hornby Island is one of those sails I’m not particularly proud of, but reality takes precedence over sailing. Continue reading “Nanaimo thru Dodds Narrows to Conover Cove”
Yesterday’s spinnaker run lasted only a couple of hours. Rather than building through the day, the wind slowly, inexorably diminished to nothing.
As the spinnaker took hold and we moved in near silence, Jennifer went below and to sleep. Hilary sat across from me alternating between closing her eyes and traveling to some other place, or asking about going for a walk and going home. Continue reading “Tribune Bay, Anchor Lights, We’ve been here before”
It’s 8:42, BC time. We’re motoring into the Strait of Georgia, which Jennifer and I have both seen when it’s angry. Continue reading “Are we really in the PNW? Beautiful weather becomes common”
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… Continue reading “We really are on our way home, Campbell River, Julie flies home tomorrow, we see old and new friends”
Yikes, it’s been a while since we’ve posted.
We’re a bit south of Port McNeil in Pearse Narrows, where we’ve been having anchor holding issues. Continue reading “Pearse Narrows, Where have we been? End of the Rocna Love Affair”
