Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
SPRING HAS SPRUNG
The weather was picture perfect today as a steady westerly breeze moved us along at 6-7 knots. Another great day on the water.
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| JR and his better half Jen. |
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| Richard Henry Dana throwing cow hides over the bluff. |
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
A 10+ DAY
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| The Admiral |
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| Leaving Danalina for an after lunch sail. |
Sunday was a beautiful day for lunch on the hook and an afternoon sail. Clear skies, warm weather and a westerly 11-14 kt breeze made for a great day. Now, let's go sailing!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
RE-RUN OF A PREVIOUS POST
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 2008
From Stirling Hayden's Autobiography 'Wanderer'
"To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea - 'cruising,' it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are comtemplating a voyage, and have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
" 'I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it.' What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of 'security'. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it, our lives are gone.
"What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yeild a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposperous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
"The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
"Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
" 'I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it.' What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of 'security'. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it, our lives are gone.
"What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yeild a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposperous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
"The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
"Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
Friday, April 1, 2011
LATEST SAFETY IMPROVEMENT
Ever since Jackpot, on a cold wet night, slipped and went "bump, bump, bump" down the cabin steps, I've wanted to put no-slip strips on the ladder rungs. Remember that El Jeffe?
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| They're now in place. |
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