Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

DREAMERS OF THE DAY

Annapolis, MD



A few weeks ago, I sat in a ballroom at the Hilton in Alexandria, Virginia, and was inspired. Having sat through many dry presentations in hotel ballrooms, I did not expect 'inspiration' to be on the schedule. But then again, I'd never seen a hotel ballroom used for its intended purpose.

A friend from New York was there to participate in a ballroom dancing competition, and we were there to watch. The competition itself was dazzling as increasingly talented dancers whisked by. But the inspiration came from watching our friend compete, not because he's a dancer, but rather because he's not. This isn't one of those rise-from-the-ashes stories about a wounded soldier making a comeback. This is just a normal business man, who is neither graceful nor light footed. He is not a performer or a stage person of any sort. He is just someone who decided to bust out of his own boundaries and do something entirely new. And there he went, out on the grand wooden dance floor with dozens of other couples whirling and whooshing by -- as the audience watched and judges evaluated every step.

See, our friend is the CEO of one of the country's top 500 privately owned companies. By choice, he left the boardroom for the ballroom, count-stepping himself into, what was for him, a strange and awkward world -- and on public display. It was a remarkable act of courage and, I'd have to say, humility. From this even-more-amateur perspective, he did great. He didn't stumble, fall down or trip his partner. Win.

Later that same week, we had lunch with a couple we met here in Annapolis. In their late 30s, they and their two daughters, 8 and 13, have lived in the same Eastport neighborhood since the girls were born.

These parents want their girls to know there is a bigger world out there beyond their comfy bedroom, their private school and beyond this peninsula. Far beyond. They plan to move the family to Paris for a year, put their daughters in public school to learn French, a foreign perspective and lessons they will never forget.

I find these two stories equally inspiring, because these people are stepping outside their own 'ordinary,' putting themselves out there just for the experience of it, to breathe different air, to nudge the body and the mind. They are casting off the comfortable everyday, becoming extraordinary -- right now.

How often, we plan and save for far off days, instead of being extraordinary right now, because now is what we've got.

It is easy to ignore those who scream that the sky is falling, but today of all days, we should remember that sometimes it does.


“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”
― T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom: A Triumph


Thursday, June 6, 2013

CHARLESTON MAGIC

Charleston, SC


That little bout of seasickness on the overnight passage to Charleston was quickly forgotten when we tied up in our favorite marina next to our Norwegian friends on To Be.

The crew of To Be: Tina, August, Stian and Agnes
And then we saw the Spoleto Festival schedule! Spoleto is a 17-day arts and culture extravaganza, a non-stop binge of theater, dance, music, visual arts, opera, oh my.

The highlights of our cultural bath:
  • TWO Puccini operas
  • Celtic music performed in the enchanting Circular Church
  • Oedipus as performed by several British theater troops but adapted and directed by Steven Berkoff
  • The Other Mozart, a one woman show about Mozart's older sister, an amazingly talented musician. Why didn't she become famous as well? She was a girl. 
  • Paper Sculpture Exhibit. Outrageous stuff. The video in the link is just one of the exhibits.
  • Tropical Storm Andrea

Well, we were not expecting THAT, even though Chris Parker, weather guru, suggested it might happen.


The wind was supposed to blow along that arrow, at the tip of which was our marina, straight fetch out of the Atlantic. Other boats at the marina were spinning around, pointing bow into wind and waves. Thanks, but no. We bolted and docked where that A is on the upper right, a whole barrier island between us and the ocean. Barely felt it. 

It took a tropical storm to peel us out of there.

Bye, bye Charleston. You are awesome.


Amazing book sculptures


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

ANOTHER DAY, GO OR NO?


White Cay, Berry Islands, Bahamas


We listened to the weather forecast early from our lonely Slaughter Harbor anchorage. We had a tiny 22-mile route to take, but the forecast was calling for squalls and sporadic high winds.

The sky looked unsettled and drippy, so we made coffee and waited.

About 10 a.m., Chip saw a boat leaving Great Harbor and entering the North East Channel where we wanted to go. It was two boats traveling together, and they reported calm conditions.

We lifted anchor at 10:55, and headed on the same path as yesterday, minus the Norwegian Pearl. The sky was overcast but looking milder. Boats all up and down the Berry Island chain chattered with us about the conditions and relayed messages between us and Jessie Marie.

Our conservative plan was to duck into Petit Cay if it looked squally, but a catamaran heading north reported beautiful conditions south toward our destination, White Cay.


The wind was settling into a beautiful westerly. We sailed along on 'another day' on calm-ish seas and pulled into the remote White Cay at 3:18 for a happy reunion with Karen and Dale.

Cara Mia and Jessie Marie are once again anchored side by each.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

THAT'S JUST SWELL


Slaughter Harbor, Berry Islands, Bahamas



We would have probably laid up in Great Harbor today if Jessie Marie weren't anchored so tauntingly close, close enough for VHF radio contact.

Dale and Karen, who came over to the Bahamas more than a month ago, are waiting for us a scant 12 miles south as the seagull flies, but 36 miles as the full keel sailboat must pass.

The weather called for a brisk 15 knots from the southeast, not ideal, but we thought with only 17 miles of the trip in open water, heading southeast, we might, just might be able to manage. And maybe the prediction would be wrong. It often is.

We scoped out all the potential spots to ditch in if it was ugly and headed out.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, the turquoise water brilliant, dazzling. We sailed a beautiful clip in the lee of Stirrup Cay heading east, but we could feel the swell wrapping around toward us as we approached the eastern edge of the island.

We were full sail without the engine, one reef in the main, and when we sped past the island's edge, we got the full brunt of 20-knot wind and 4-6 foot swell on our beam. The weather was indeed wrong. They had underestimated the conditions. I handed the helm over to Chip, who is always better at muscling through waves. Cara Mia was overpowered, and we weren't placed well to take in any sail except for the tiny staysail, which I took in on my own while Chip galloped us along in the swell.

Unable to turn south, we headed straight east until we had the conditions and a plan well in hand, then tacked back straight west, full speed at an anchored cruise ship. Chip fell off the wind, I eased the main, and we surfed the stern of the Norwegian Pearl, surely providing good entertainment on a gray day at anchor.

We ducked happily into the unfortunately named Slaughter Harbor on the northern end of Stirrup. The anchorage looks like it has a shallow entrance, but it doesn't. It also looks to be exposed to the south, but it's not.

Our anchorage was just out of VHF range of Jessie Marie, but some generous folks relayed for us, and we tucked in for a good night's rest.

Tomorrow is always another day.

Our stern view was very intimate coming back the other way.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

CLASSIC YACHT: CRUISER FRIENDSHIPS



"When I lived on land, I would have found it creepy to stalk somebody on the strength of a six-hour friendship, but on the water, different rules apply. Cruisers are subject to 'flash friendship,' where hours spent together are measured more like dog years." 



And if you want the whole backstory, here are the links:

Thanksgiving in St. Mary's, 2010, where we met Sea Gal and finally caught up with Karen and Dale after meeting them briefly in Charleston.
The blog post this column is based on -- and another visit the next day.

Monday, February 25, 2013

HOP, HOP, HOPPING SOUTH

Palm Beach, FL N26º49.62 W 80º3.53


Windlass fixed: CHECK
Rigging finished: CHECK
Bottom and prop clean: CHECK
Grill sold: CHECK
Provisioning: CHECK
Fall and get a horrible bruise: CHECK (that was me)

With this huge to-do list done, we finally untied from the dock in St. Augustine, we three, me, Chip and our friend John visiting from D.C. He rode with us this far and is now flying back north.

In the meantime, here's how our hopping went.

Day one: St. Augustine to Rockhouse Creek, 9 hours, 39 minutes


John got his first helm lesson: How to stay on course in one easy step. The ICW is a long straight stretch through here.

Day Two: Rockhouse Creek to Eau Gallie, 11 hours, 33 minutes

Today's highlights included a right turn, executed beautifully by our assistant helmsman, and a mini pirate ship.


Day Three: Eau Gallie to Jensen Beach, 10 hours, 57 minutes

South, south, south into southerly winds. This Jensen Beach anchorage is tres shallow. Enter at your own risk.


Day Four: Jensen Beach to North Palm Beach Marina, 6 hours, 45 minutes


We violated one of our own rules: Don't travel on the ICW on weekends. It was a zoo getting through Jupiter inlet and all its bridges, recreational boats buzzing around like flies. Thank goodness it was only a few hours.

John is leaving us here. Our days were filled with great conversation, good food and our evenings with delicious cocktails. Fun, fun times.

John heads north. We continue heading south.

Bahamas, here we come!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

NAUTICAL TORTURE: DAY FOUR

St. Augustine


Today dawned all grim. We discussed our options, and none of them were happy options. They went something like this:
  1. Put the whole thing back in place and pray.
  2. Get a gear puller and potentially break the clutch. (See #3)
  3. Get a new windlass, which would involve untold acrobatics. A new one would take a week or more to have delivered, then installed.
So, as we often do when we have a difficult decision to make, we threw the question into the universe and asked for an answer.

Chip called the manufacturer and got several good tips, including this one: Never try to remove the casing and motor from belowdecks. You'll never get those allen bolts out.

So much for relying on the internets for step-by-step instructions. #FAIL

Then the same guy said we were on the right track with getting that #*$&@ing bronze clutch cone off. There is nothing holding it in place. We should use a gear press. As a bonus, he said they had a new model of our windlass with, ahem, some improvements (the worm box now snaps out without removing the entire unit DUH). It has the same profile and would easily fit  into the hole already in our deck. Backup plan!

Chip called the auto parts store nearby.* They had a gear press. The universe was putting out signposts.

Returning on his bike, Chip was buoyant. They had loaned him the gear press for free.

Okay, now things were seriously looking up. Could this be a rare and coveted 'yes' day?

Our friend John is visiting from D.C., here to ride south with us if we can get this show on the waterway. So, Chip and John headed to the bow with their new toy like two boys on Christmas morning.


They put the gear puller over the shaft and extended the legs.


A pall fell over the proceedings. Excited little boys turned sullen and puzzled.

They tried C clamps.


#*&$#@*& &#*$. 

The dockmaster had been rolling a cigarette, watching the proceedings as he rolled a cigarette

"Hold on," he said, and came back minutes later with extender arms for the gear press.




YES!!!! Bronze clutch cone removed. Applause, shouting. High fives.



Bolts unbolted. Casing and motor dropped. Electric motor detached. Parts flew off and were subsequently retrieved (amazing). 

Now, just pull the shaft to change the seal. 

Um, no. Shaft not going anywhere.


Bang, bang. Gear press? No. Not moving.

A dockmate told us of an eccentric machinist named Dale one mile away. Chip removed the motor (brown cylinder) loads up the casing/shaft on his bike and off he went.

One hour later, he returned with stories of Dale and with three parts, now duly separated. The stripped screw was bored out and rethreaded. Even the machinist had a difficult time getting it out. Stripping it, apparently, was not our fault. Dale said we'd never had gotten it out. The shaft? It took a stunning 6000++ pounds of pressure to remove it! It is now newly lathed. The whole shebang, $20.

At the end of day four, we have no windlass but a series of pieces. The hard part, hopefully, is behind us.

In this process today, they found several broken clips and a stray piece of line inside the unit. We have been very lucky this thing has served so admirably. Thank you, windlass.

The service kit ordered from the manufacturer.
No worries! replacements for the broken clips included.
Let the cleaning and reassembly begin! Can we please have another 'yes' day?

Two more two-mile provisioning runs today
with $12 pillow snagged in bonus round.
I love YES days!
*Advanced Auto Parts loans tools for merely leaving a deposit.
**Special thanks to John for serving as our staff photographer today.

Friday, February 8, 2013

FACES OF NEW YORK

New York

Chip observing the WTC in progress from Jersey City.
Slow travel. It's what we love. And in New York, it doesn't get any slower. We walk everywhere, drinking in the colors and textures of the city, and sometimes the freezing cold.





I love New York, but that's not why I tagged along on Chip's work trip. A lot of old friends -- and some new little ones live here. So, while I've been busy getting some writing done, I've been enjoying a series of reunions.

My high school classmate Beverly and I hadn't seen each other since the '70s. Gasp.
And, of course, I'd never met her daughter Emily from Nepal. Thanks, Facebook!
Good times with my old washingtonpost.com pal, Jim Brady.
But where are Joan and the beagles?!?!
More Post reunion with Corones, Peyton and Jeffrey
-- and my first time to meet Miles.

Can you stand it? The Post just keeps giving back.
Libby, Danylo and little Olive.
Chip with his first girlfriend Linda ....
... who married Chip's awesome cousin Carl.
I do love New York.

A squall over the city.
Cars drawing crop circles in the snow under my window.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

LAUNCHING YOUR MOM

St. Augustine


As reported earlier, we gave the dinghy, aka Your Mom, a complete makeover. We seriously thought she was beyond repair, but after filling her with sealant and slathering her with paint, she's like a teenager again. And one month later, she's still holding air. Amazing.

Chip, with help from Dale, gave new meaning to "launching the dinghy." Karen and I pushed them off the top of the slide and, whoosh! The dinghy was launched.


Our next mission-critical step before setting off: try out the new motor, a Tohatsu 6HP (a big upgrade from the old 3.5). Check!



Getting the dinghy onboard always comes with a sense of expectation, nervous excitement, like having the car packed for vacation. A n t i c i p a t i o n.




who are these people? me | chip | cara mia | our very long timeline

Saturday, June 16, 2012

WAYLAID BY A CHIPMUNK

Brunswick, GA


We had a lovely evening on Friday with brand new cruisers, Bill and Susan, on the Island Packet Grace docked next to us. They are setting off this fall for the Bahamas, so we went through charts, sharing great spots, just like others did for us two years ago.

When we got home, Chip said his cheek had started hurting during dinner. By Saturday morning it was swollen and terribly painful.

The doctor thinks it's an abscessed tooth. We'll see a dentist Monday morning to confirm. Antibiotics and Vicodin in the meantime.

We don't know anyone here in Brunswick and don't have a car. The health clinic is four miles away. I went into the marina lounge and asked the only person in there if she had a car. Carol and Dave on S/V LightHeart drove us to the clinic and then picked us up two hours later, wanting nothing in return.

That's how the sailing community works, give where you can, take when you need help.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

THE FRIEND HOP

St. Augustine, FL 29º53.140N | 81º18.374W

Almost full moon over Halifax Marina in Daytona.
Our 'job' this week is driving up the ICW. We spend our long work days, swapping two-hour shifts, plodding north all day, making distance a car could travel in an hour. Vero to Cocoa, 57 miles in nine hours, then Cocoa to Daytona, 64 miles in 11 1/2 hours.

You'd think after a day like that, we'd crash on the couch. NO! Our friends G.W. and Jan, formerly of the Outer Banks, live in Daytona, so drop the dinghy and off we go to shore.

G.W. and Jan in front of their beautiful S/V Serenity.
We met (and loved) sweet Jan back in the mid '90s but met G.W. online when he started reading our blog during the days we owned the wine shop. He not only became one of our most loyal readers but has generously helped us many times with anchorages, routes and most importantly finding good weather windows to cross the Gulf Stream. It was great to catch up with them and to learn they are planning to cruise in a few years.

Cara Mia pointed north again at 7:22 a.m. We pulled into St. Augustine, a perennial friend stop, at 4:15 and once again dropped the dinghy to meet more former Outer Bankers, David, Barb and Seth.


St. Augustine is like visiting home now.

Tomorrow: off to Fernandina Beach, one day short of Cara Mia's final destination for hurricane season: Brunswick, Georgia.



Lovely street scene in St. Augustine.
Oopsie. A little balcony bender in St. Aug.
Will be interesting to see if the truck
has been removed today.