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”
Category: By John
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
and joined our friend Dennis for dinner aboard his Pacemaker 26 sailboat.
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.
Statistics Predict for the Group, Not the Individual
Any that can go wrong, will go wrong — Murphy’s law
If two things can go wrong, the thing that will cost the most will go wrong — First Corollary to Murphy’s (paraphrase)
Continue reading “Statistics Predict for the Group, Not the Individual”
The Good and Bad
Will we make our date? It is an unexpected question to be pondering. Continue reading “The Good and Bad”
Time gets shorter, more things get done, stop date is set
The days are picking up speed and we have established a stop date. Continue reading “Time gets shorter, more things get done, stop date is set”
Time shrinks, projects complete
The number of discrete projects finding completion continues.
In the last two days all of the electronics installation was completed, the color coat was painted on the dinghy, the dinghy centerboard well repaired and the stove installed. Continue reading “Time shrinks, projects complete”
The pace picks up
Yesterday morning I ordered three items: More AAA rechargeable batteries — we have more and more things that need those — the wrench Terry Etapa suggested to complete the reassembly of the head panels and trim, and a pair of MC4 solar panel parallel connectors. They arrived later the same day.
And so it feels about this project, Continue reading “The pace picks up”
A penny for your fuse box, and much ado about nothing, with a very large downside
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 sound, a burst of light and then a blown fuse. Continue reading “A penny for your fuse box, and much ado about nothing, with a very large downside”