Three months to castoff! Though we’re making more progress toward our goal of departing Port Townsend on July 4th for the open Pacific, it still feels at times like wading through molasses. The other day Jim said, “I should just put something on the list so I can cross it off, like ‘get out of bed.’
But we’re getting close, so close. We can smell the ocean, feel the boat’s swing and sway, sniff the warm breeze in our dreams. Well, not the warm breezes while we’re dreaming, we mean the warm breezes of our dreams… oh never mind. Angled into this mix is the need for a reasonable state of physical fitness, especially at our ages (budding geezerhood.) Jim’s boat yoga (contortions inside small lockers to build and repair stuff) has been keeping him somewhat limber if not bruised, and Karen has begun lifting weights and doing other exercises at the gym. Talk about wading through molasses. But the strenuous workouts are paying off. She attended a “Body Flow” class the other day and learned, while doing the combo Tai Chi-Yoga-Ballet exercises, about the effects of age on one’s general decreptitude. Later that evening, at home…
Karen: Hey guess what. The instructor says that balance isn’t the first thing to go when you get older. It’s the ability to twist.
Jim: Hmmm. Maybe we should download some Chubby Checker tunes to the iPod.
Jim: Do you see any ships?
Karen: No. Does it show a ship in the area?
Jim: Yeah, and it’s heading straight for us.
BEEEEP! BEEEEP! went the alarm.
Karen: I don’t see anything. What’s the name of the ship? We can call them.
Jim: It’s blanked out. No name, but the bearing’s coming straight at us.
BEEEEP! Jim: Ugh. I’m turning off the alarm.
Karen: Hmmm, were it not for that sand bar between us and Port Townsend Bay I might be worried, but there aren’t any ships in si…. OH. MY. GOD. Come up here!
A nuclear submarine’s jet black conning tower slipped into view just over the sandspit that separated us, and moved across it like a needle on a giant panic dial. It was huge, and we were, for once, grateful for sand bars. “Wow,” we said in unison. It figures the first ship contact with our new AIS would be a boomer.
“You’re looking at the inside of a spinnaker pole for storage?” Karen asked.
“The pole is 3 inches in diameter,” said Jim. “A can of Pabst Blue Ribbon is two and five-eighths inches in diameter. We could fit 31 cans of PBR inside that pole.”
“Wow. Only you would spend the time to figure that out.”
“It might affect the pole’s performance, huh?”
We also discussed saving more storage space by eliminating all those icky tubes of engine grease and using peanut butter instead, for greasing the engine. This came about after Karen smelled the ubiquitous paste on Jim’s breath. “Too bad engines don’t run on that stuff. You could just butter up the diesel and lick it when you get hungry.” Jim thought this was an excellent idea, and, except for the fact that he prefers the problematic crunchy to the diesel-friendly smooth, he might have considered it.
Nerd News: We passed the test for our ham radio licenses. This means that we can talk long-distance to other hams on ham frequencies, and to ordinary mortals on the Single Sideband radio. Our friend Karen Helmeyer in Hawaii pointed out that we should excel at being hams because we are rather good at hamming it up. To which we respectfully riposte: We shall do a cartoon radio show on the other side of the Equator and call it South Pork. (Just kidding, Fellow Hams, we know that's not allowed.) In early April (whoa, that's now!) we’re off to Denver for an Offshore Emergency Medical course. Denver? Offshore? Hey, we don't make this stuff up, we just do it. And that about does it for school.
Lineup of boats on display at the Spring Symposium. Sockdolager's at the front. This & next 2 photos courtesy of Jan Davis.
This was a gathering of serious sailors and powerboaters to learn and listen and interact in two days of intensive classes. It was great. One of the highlights for us was hosting Lin and Larry Pardey, two of our sailing heroes, aboard for a nice long visit where we talked about boats, cruising, and writing. Karen did her presentation on blogging your voyage, and we enjoyed long conversations with a bunch of interesting people.
You're going to love your new AIS coming down the coast. For us "no radar" boats, AIS is a godsend. I'm surprised that the sub was transmitting. On our trip down, we'd often see USN or USCG boats/ships the definitely did not show up on our AIS. I assumed they just didn't transmit as a security thingReplyDelete
We had a nice cool 60 degrees last night here in La Paz but it's supposed to reach the low 90s today (pretty much like yesterday and the day before that). Keep those temps in mind when you're out there freezing your butts off on the way down. It really does get better.
-Steve & Lulu
I know we're going to someday regret saying this, but 90 degrees sounds great! It hasn't hit 60 yet around here. Looking forward to sharing an anchorage with you! Just got our Ham Radio call signs: Jim is KF7OWV and mine is KF7OWX. As soon as we get back from this emergency medical course we're hitting the books again for our General Class Ham licenses. Whew. Lotta work to get away from the dock!ReplyDelete
Your submarine story brings back memories. We were sailing in Greece on a Beneteau 35 -- screaming along with a following sea and strong winds (I think we hit 10 knots hull speed) when a submarine rose to the surface no more than 50 yards away (it was during the last crisis with Libya, so there was heightened sense that this could be "real" wartime stuff). My inlaws had a more benign encounter, although potentially more serious -- they were sailing in the Grenadines, admiring a baby whale not far off, when its mother emerged so close to their boat that it made them afraid they'd be thrown overboard. Yikes. So love your blog and can't wait to read more.ReplyDelete
Ain't sea stories fun! Those are good ones, Sandee. Adventuring and enjoying a good yarn or two afterwards are some of life's greatest pleasures, though the pleasure's sometimes in retrospect. The trick is to recognize that while it's happening. We look forward to supplying you all with yarns aplenty, plus photos, videos and sound clips.ReplyDelete
Some friends have replied privately to us expressing concern about piracy, and we wish to reassure you that we have no--repeat, no desire to go to geographic regions known to be unsafe due to civil unrest.