Hi everybody. Hope your day is going great. We have had a little excitement here today. The port pulled a boat over and parked it next to us. They are also live aboards. They had their boat moored down the dock in the open slips and now that they are going to be living aboard I guess they wanted to be under the covered moorage. It is more expensive to have covered moorage but if you are living aboard, it's almost a must have. It increases the usable square footage.
The Coast Guard Axillary was here at the Marina today. Promoting water safety to children. They had the cutest little boat on wheels, with eyeballs and a speaker to talk through, all controlled by a handheld remote. They walked up and down the prom talking to all the little kids and handing out little trinkets.
Then, a boating safety group set up a tent/booth to hand out pamphlets on water safety and they were also giving free boat inspections.
Busy, busy day down here at the water. All it takes is a bit of sun and people are here in numbers. Walkers, bike riders, joggers, dog walkers. And I don't want to leave out the beautiful little finches that have been singing their hearts out for us lately. They are, red, yellow, white, black. They sing to each other from tree to tree. They are just the cutest little guys. As a child we raised yellow finches. Our house could get crazy loud at times.
Well, back tomorrow, have a wonderful rest of the day!
Does it Fit?
Well good day all. I hope you all came out of our big storm safely. It was blowing like crazy down here. Little doggies ears were flapping in the wind. Boat was a rockin' all over the place. Birds trying to land on the roof were being blown off. So there was a lot of noise coming from above as the birds would land and try to hold on.
So where did our spring weather go? I am going to stop writing about how glorious it is when the sunshine decides to grace us with its presence. Every time I do, a big storm or cold weather rolls in.
Did you ever watch Laurel & Hardy? Well, you could have watched it live yesterday had you been down here. We bought our boat furnished and have always despised the futon in the salon. It never folded correctly after someone had slept on it. The mattress was full of peaks and valleys that made it uncomfortable to sit on. We have been looking to get a new sofa but just have not found the one we wanted. So, yesterday we were driving by a futon shop and decided to stop in and check out what they had in stock. We sat on this sofa and that sofa. The thick ones, the firm, soft, medium, micro fiber, leather, flat, folded, just about every way one could sample a sofa, we did it. That wasn't the funny part though. I'll get there shortly. We decided their prices were just too high for what they had to offer. There was one sofa though that we kept going back to. A black, modern, thick, leather, tufted, armless, convertible sofa. It was sharp, classy. But it was also $800.00 and we didn't want to spend that much for a sofa on our boat. So we thanked the salesman and headed out the door. As we did, we sat one more time on the black sofa. The salesman said, "You like that one?" I looked at him and told him we didn't want to spend that much. He said, "We are moving the store so all of these sofas are on sale. I'll do $200.00 on that one." I said," $200.00? $200 off?" He told me "No. $200.00 total." We were so excited we told him to hold it and we would be back with a truck. So off we went, got the truck, back to the store and on our way home with our new, sharp, classy, modern sofa.
As we arrived at the marina, I received a phone call and had a family emergency and had to leave. Apparently a gentleman sitting in his car enjoying the view must have heard me a talking to my better half and offered to help carry the sofa down to the boat. I left.
I came home.
My other half had removed the nasty old futon and was getting ready to bring the new sofa down into the salon. RIGHT?!
Only, the sofa didn't fit. In our excitement of the sofa price, we didn't even think to take measurements. Just another tip when living aboard. You can't buy everything just because you like it. It has to fit through the small door openings. We know this now because we must have tried every position and angle to get that damn thing in here. The whole time we are doing this maneuvering he was cussing and swearing and banging around. Yelling at me because I couldn't lift and move the sofa the way he wanted me too. I started laughing, as I found this extremely comical which of course made him soooo mad, ...which in turn made me laugh even harder. This went on for nearly an hour just to never get the damn thing in the boat.
Now we are hot, and mad, well I wasn't mad, which made him mad, I was just hot and confused. At this point, the sharp, classy, modern couch that he loved so much in the store, was now, his nemesis.
I am sure anyone that could see us during this fiasco was getting a great laugh. I feel grateful that I can bring a little sunshine into the lives of those around us. I say this because I know what I would have been thinking had I been on the watching end.
Just so you know, we did get the sharp, classy, modern , leather sofa that he so loves, into the boat. He went back and did what should have been done to begin with, he measured the sofa. Then the starboard side windows. Whoa lah! Perfect fit. So, after approximately 2.5 hours, we had moved our lovely sofa into the salon. And it looks nice!
So, remember to always measure when you get anything bigger than a pillow.
And if any of youare looking for a sofa or futon, the Futon Factory in Lynnwood Wa., is having a great sale because the store is moving. We paid 200.00 for a sofa that had been advertised for 799.00
There were some other nice leather & micro fibre sofas for cheap cheap.
Have a great day all and BOAT ON!!!
So where did our spring weather go? I am going to stop writing about how glorious it is when the sunshine decides to grace us with its presence. Every time I do, a big storm or cold weather rolls in.
Did you ever watch Laurel & Hardy? Well, you could have watched it live yesterday had you been down here. We bought our boat furnished and have always despised the futon in the salon. It never folded correctly after someone had slept on it. The mattress was full of peaks and valleys that made it uncomfortable to sit on. We have been looking to get a new sofa but just have not found the one we wanted. So, yesterday we were driving by a futon shop and decided to stop in and check out what they had in stock. We sat on this sofa and that sofa. The thick ones, the firm, soft, medium, micro fiber, leather, flat, folded, just about every way one could sample a sofa, we did it. That wasn't the funny part though. I'll get there shortly. We decided their prices were just too high for what they had to offer. There was one sofa though that we kept going back to. A black, modern, thick, leather, tufted, armless, convertible sofa. It was sharp, classy. But it was also $800.00 and we didn't want to spend that much for a sofa on our boat. So we thanked the salesman and headed out the door. As we did, we sat one more time on the black sofa. The salesman said, "You like that one?" I looked at him and told him we didn't want to spend that much. He said, "We are moving the store so all of these sofas are on sale. I'll do $200.00 on that one." I said," $200.00? $200 off?" He told me "No. $200.00 total." We were so excited we told him to hold it and we would be back with a truck. So off we went, got the truck, back to the store and on our way home with our new, sharp, classy, modern sofa.
As we arrived at the marina, I received a phone call and had a family emergency and had to leave. Apparently a gentleman sitting in his car enjoying the view must have heard me a talking to my better half and offered to help carry the sofa down to the boat. I left.
I came home.
My other half had removed the nasty old futon and was getting ready to bring the new sofa down into the salon. RIGHT?!
Only, the sofa didn't fit. In our excitement of the sofa price, we didn't even think to take measurements. Just another tip when living aboard. You can't buy everything just because you like it. It has to fit through the small door openings. We know this now because we must have tried every position and angle to get that damn thing in here. The whole time we are doing this maneuvering he was cussing and swearing and banging around. Yelling at me because I couldn't lift and move the sofa the way he wanted me too. I started laughing, as I found this extremely comical which of course made him soooo mad, ...which in turn made me laugh even harder. This went on for nearly an hour just to never get the damn thing in the boat.
Now we are hot, and mad, well I wasn't mad, which made him mad, I was just hot and confused. At this point, the sharp, classy, modern couch that he loved so much in the store, was now, his nemesis.
I am sure anyone that could see us during this fiasco was getting a great laugh. I feel grateful that I can bring a little sunshine into the lives of those around us. I say this because I know what I would have been thinking had I been on the watching end.
Just so you know, we did get the sharp, classy, modern , leather sofa that he so loves, into the boat. He went back and did what should have been done to begin with, he measured the sofa. Then the starboard side windows. Whoa lah! Perfect fit. So, after approximately 2.5 hours, we had moved our lovely sofa into the salon. And it looks nice!
So, remember to always measure when you get anything bigger than a pillow.
And if any of youare looking for a sofa or futon, the Futon Factory in Lynnwood Wa., is having a great sale because the store is moving. We paid 200.00 for a sofa that had been advertised for 799.00
There were some other nice leather & micro fibre sofas for cheap cheap.
Have a great day all and BOAT ON!!!
Boaters Guides
Here is a link to a great boaters guide for the Puget Sound, if you would like guides to other areas just click on the link and it will allow you to search other guides
Puget Sound Boaters
: Cleats & Eats: Boaters Restaurant Guide to Seattle & Puget Sound
We are always wondering where to eat when we travel in the boat and this book has been wonderful. Up to date and extremely useful.
This is what they say about the book:
“Cleats & Eats” restaurant guidebooks are the most comprehensive guides for boaters looking for unique places to dine and things to see and do beyond the dock. Specifically written from the boater’s perspective, “Cleats & Eats” directs boaters to little known docks as well as marinas for purposes of dining, relaxing, and exploring.
The “Cleats” section for each guide includes locator maps to docks, wharves, and marinas with transient space, contact information, and check-in procedures. Interesting historic notes about the landings along with points of interest such as wineries, museums, spas, and local events are also included in the “Cleats” section.
The “Eats” section for each guide directs boaters to restaurants, cafes, pubs, bakeries, and coffee shops within easy walking distance of docks and marinas. Restaurant descriptions include décor, cuisine, and hours of operation along with walking directions and street maps.
Whether you’re planning a day excursion, a short coffee break, or a weekend cruise, you will find interesting stops and unique eateries in these detailed and easy to use guidebooks designed just for boaters.
Have a great day everyone and enjoy the sunshine!
Cleats and Eats: Boater's Restaurant Guide Seattle and Puget Sound
Puget Sound Boaters
: Cleats & Eats: Boaters Restaurant Guide to Seattle & Puget SoundWe are always wondering where to eat when we travel in the boat and this book has been wonderful. Up to date and extremely useful.
This is what they say about the book:
The “Cleats” section for each guide includes locator maps to docks, wharves, and marinas with transient space, contact information, and check-in procedures. Interesting historic notes about the landings along with points of interest such as wineries, museums, spas, and local events are also included in the “Cleats” section.
The “Eats” section for each guide directs boaters to restaurants, cafes, pubs, bakeries, and coffee shops within easy walking distance of docks and marinas. Restaurant descriptions include décor, cuisine, and hours of operation along with walking directions and street maps.
Whether you’re planning a day excursion, a short coffee break, or a weekend cruise, you will find interesting stops and unique eateries in these detailed and easy to use guidebooks designed just for boaters.
Have a great day everyone and enjoy the sunshine!
Cleats and Eats: Boater's Restaurant Guide Seattle and Puget Sound
Ten Commandments for Boating Guests
I thought you would enjoy this little bit out of the Boat and Be Damned
book.
It's pretty cute.
The Ten Commandments of Boating Guests
1. HONOR thy Captain at all times.
2. TREAD not on his deck in hard shoes. Instead, garb they feet in soft sneakers, so that ye scuff not the deck, paint or varnish.
3. SMOKE NOT thy cigarettes, pipes or cigars while ye Captain warmeth thy motor. Such behavior is likely to make ye Captain explode. Also ye boat itself.
4. SMOKE NOT thy cigarettes, pipes or cigars while ye Captain take aboard fuel for his engine. Such behavior is likely to make all explode, including ye gasoline station.
5. OFFER THYSELF for duty when food is prepared in ye galley, also when dishes are washed, pots scrubbed and Galley cleansed. He who sits and watches at sea will certainly sit and watch ashore-for ye Captain will not bid him welcome again.
6. OFFER NOT thy suggestions for navigating the craft. Such words from a guest are like cacklings of ye gull to ye Captain, who will no doubt turn wrathfully and give thee the bird.
7. DROP NOT upon ye deck such things as: cigarette ashes, beer cans, stale sandwiches, stale bait or fresh caught fishes.
8. SPIT NOT ever to windward-for such behavior shall return to plague thee.
9. EMPTY NOT thy stomach upon the deck when sickness strikes ye. Instead, bend ye thy head well over to leeward and contribute thy bile to the sea. Ye Captain wishes none of it.
10. HURRY NOT away from ye boat after ye voyage is finished. Instead, remain to aid ye Captain in polishing ye deck, washing ye craft and scrubbing down all manner of salt and dirtiness. For this effort they Captain will bless thee. Without this effort, thy Captain will damn thee from his craft forever.
Hope you enjoyed! Good day everyone!
book.It's pretty cute.
The Ten Commandments of Boating Guests
1. HONOR thy Captain at all times.
2. TREAD not on his deck in hard shoes. Instead, garb they feet in soft sneakers, so that ye scuff not the deck, paint or varnish.
3. SMOKE NOT thy cigarettes, pipes or cigars while ye Captain warmeth thy motor. Such behavior is likely to make ye Captain explode. Also ye boat itself.
4. SMOKE NOT thy cigarettes, pipes or cigars while ye Captain take aboard fuel for his engine. Such behavior is likely to make all explode, including ye gasoline station.
5. OFFER THYSELF for duty when food is prepared in ye galley, also when dishes are washed, pots scrubbed and Galley cleansed. He who sits and watches at sea will certainly sit and watch ashore-for ye Captain will not bid him welcome again.
6. OFFER NOT thy suggestions for navigating the craft. Such words from a guest are like cacklings of ye gull to ye Captain, who will no doubt turn wrathfully and give thee the bird.
7. DROP NOT upon ye deck such things as: cigarette ashes, beer cans, stale sandwiches, stale bait or fresh caught fishes.
8. SPIT NOT ever to windward-for such behavior shall return to plague thee.
9. EMPTY NOT thy stomach upon the deck when sickness strikes ye. Instead, bend ye thy head well over to leeward and contribute thy bile to the sea. Ye Captain wishes none of it.
10. HURRY NOT away from ye boat after ye voyage is finished. Instead, remain to aid ye Captain in polishing ye deck, washing ye craft and scrubbing down all manner of salt and dirtiness. For this effort they Captain will bless thee. Without this effort, thy Captain will damn thee from his craft forever.
Hope you enjoyed! Good day everyone!
Pics from Friday Harbor
Enjoying the sunshine on the deck. What a beautiful view!
Heres a picture of one of the booths at the farmers
market. Takes place every Saturday in the middle of
town
Have a great day!
Real Spring Weather!
Finally we can expect not to freeze every morning when we get up. The weather is looking more like spring every day. Raining a bit today but still warm enough out to handle it.
Very busy weekend around here. People coming and going. The sound of engines starting up all around us.
Had a BBQ for my son this weekend. Couldn't have asked for better weather than we got. First BBQ we have had since last summer.. Great aroma of BBQ smoke always boosts the spirit.
Last night was beautiful. At night it gets very quiet around here and you can hear the sounds of the world around the water. I was not aware until recently that seagulls have their own individual sounds and squawks. I can actually hear conversations between them. One gull from way across the marina will sound off and others will respond. It is extremely interesting to listen to them and watch what they do after particular sounds from other seagulls. We have been watching the baby gulls in a few nest on the roofs of the covered docks. We can hear them at times chirping. Their little heads poke up out of the nests. The momma gulls get very protective when they see other birds flying near their nests. They also will try to dive bomb you if they think you are getting to close to their territory. They are extremely observant of whats going on around them. I have never paid that much attention to the gulls but recently have found a great interest in them. I have always just taken for granted the seagulls because they have been around nearly every home I've owned just like the swallows. I remember as children some kids would feed the gulls alka seltzer, just to watch them die soon after. This really bothered me, enough to tell every adult I could that would listen. But people just don't seem to care much for the gulls. They do cause messes with their waste but they have just as much a right as we to live where they do. They seem to like sitting on the roofs and hoods of cars around the marina. I think we are all used to having fresh gull poop on our cars. It makes you a little mad when you've just washed and waxed, but, we do live on the water, it's more their home than ours.
I challenge you all that go near the water to listen carefully to the gulls around you. It is so interesting, and relaxing as it makes you calm down and be still while listening.
Tomorrow is, what I am hoping to be my last appointment with my surgeon, with the hopes that this last surgery was successful. I am just so tired of being in splints and casts. It makes it very difficult to live aboard a boat. So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I wish a great day for all and a relaxing & enjoyable evening!
I am hoping to have some pics posted soon of out Friday Harbor stay. Take care, all!
Very busy weekend around here. People coming and going. The sound of engines starting up all around us.
Had a BBQ for my son this weekend. Couldn't have asked for better weather than we got. First BBQ we have had since last summer.. Great aroma of BBQ smoke always boosts the spirit.
Last night was beautiful. At night it gets very quiet around here and you can hear the sounds of the world around the water. I was not aware until recently that seagulls have their own individual sounds and squawks. I can actually hear conversations between them. One gull from way across the marina will sound off and others will respond. It is extremely interesting to listen to them and watch what they do after particular sounds from other seagulls. We have been watching the baby gulls in a few nest on the roofs of the covered docks. We can hear them at times chirping. Their little heads poke up out of the nests. The momma gulls get very protective when they see other birds flying near their nests. They also will try to dive bomb you if they think you are getting to close to their territory. They are extremely observant of whats going on around them. I have never paid that much attention to the gulls but recently have found a great interest in them. I have always just taken for granted the seagulls because they have been around nearly every home I've owned just like the swallows. I remember as children some kids would feed the gulls alka seltzer, just to watch them die soon after. This really bothered me, enough to tell every adult I could that would listen. But people just don't seem to care much for the gulls. They do cause messes with their waste but they have just as much a right as we to live where they do. They seem to like sitting on the roofs and hoods of cars around the marina. I think we are all used to having fresh gull poop on our cars. It makes you a little mad when you've just washed and waxed, but, we do live on the water, it's more their home than ours.
I challenge you all that go near the water to listen carefully to the gulls around you. It is so interesting, and relaxing as it makes you calm down and be still while listening.
Tomorrow is, what I am hoping to be my last appointment with my surgeon, with the hopes that this last surgery was successful. I am just so tired of being in splints and casts. It makes it very difficult to live aboard a boat. So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I wish a great day for all and a relaxing & enjoyable evening!
I am hoping to have some pics posted soon of out Friday Harbor stay. Take care, all!
What a Beautiful Day!
Good day water people! We sure couldn't have wished for a nicer day. It is absolutely gorgeous down here at the marina. So many people busy cleaning and getting ready to go out this weekend. Well, at least the ones that are still here. Many people took off this morning. The duckies are all floating around playing in the water. Little crabs crawling around in the shallow water. The tides are at their lowest in months today. The water is a bit mucky because it is such a low tide. In fact the tide I believe is at a -2.4 or close to that.What a perfect day to celebrate my sons b-day with a BBQ. Now I know I am old because all my children are no longer teenagers. Where does the time go?
Today is garbage pick up day so we have our regular garbage picker that comes every week and digs in the garbage in the dumpsters. It is very curious at the types of things boaters throw away. Many people don't want to have to deal with taking items they no longer use, home. So they put them up next to the garbage for anyone to take that may have a use for it. Some days there are bumpers, chairs, tv's, radar, microwaves, chair cushions, bikes and many other items that I suppose someone could make use of. There was a really nice fishing rod next to the dumpster the other day. The old man that goes through the trash said he has garage sales and sells the items he picks up. So at least someone can make a few dollars with someone elses trash.
By the way, I still have a few packs of fishing hooks left. If you would like a pack of 10 size 14 hooks, please drop me an email at Boat lady. I would love to send them to someone that can make use of them, or else I will have to give them to the garbage salvager to sell at his garage sale, lol.
Washed the boat yesterday and the cat sure had fun running around trying to avoid the water. He was actually playing cat and mouse with the water. He would run up to the water, and then run the other way around the boat and come up on it from the other side, then run back around the other way. He's such a goofy cat. He is huge, great big head, tall body. Everyone that see's him comments on how large he is, not fat, just very large. He is double the size of everyone elses cats I've seen lately. He does very well living aboard. Never wanders off. Walks around the boat and plays on the dock right beside the boat. He's great company aboard.
Well, I better get going to get ready for the BBQ. Have a great day all!
Today is garbage pick up day so we have our regular garbage picker that comes every week and digs in the garbage in the dumpsters. It is very curious at the types of things boaters throw away. Many people don't want to have to deal with taking items they no longer use, home. So they put them up next to the garbage for anyone to take that may have a use for it. Some days there are bumpers, chairs, tv's, radar, microwaves, chair cushions, bikes and many other items that I suppose someone could make use of. There was a really nice fishing rod next to the dumpster the other day. The old man that goes through the trash said he has garage sales and sells the items he picks up. So at least someone can make a few dollars with someone elses trash.
By the way, I still have a few packs of fishing hooks left. If you would like a pack of 10 size 14 hooks, please drop me an email at Boat lady. I would love to send them to someone that can make use of them, or else I will have to give them to the garbage salvager to sell at his garage sale, lol.
Washed the boat yesterday and the cat sure had fun running around trying to avoid the water. He was actually playing cat and mouse with the water. He would run up to the water, and then run the other way around the boat and come up on it from the other side, then run back around the other way. He's such a goofy cat. He is huge, great big head, tall body. Everyone that see's him comments on how large he is, not fat, just very large. He is double the size of everyone elses cats I've seen lately. He does very well living aboard. Never wanders off. Walks around the boat and plays on the dock right beside the boat. He's great company aboard.
Well, I better get going to get ready for the BBQ. Have a great day all!
Must Be Commercial Fishing Season
Hi All! Hope you all are having a great day. How can you not?! This beautiful weather! Many people must have played hookie from work today because there are a lot of people down here cleaning, sanding and working on their boats. I am sure with the great weather that many boaters will be headed out this weekend. We have a B-day party so we will be staying in town. It's still nice just being able to live down here on the water when the weather is so wonderful.
Night before last several fishing boats came in late at night. They must have opened fishing for the commercial fishers. I wasn't sure what was going on until I got up and looked out the window. Several fishing boats, atleast 45ft. in length, came into the marina approx. 10:30pm until the last one I heard at 1:30am Wednesday morning. They had 3-4 people on deck and had all their deck lights on so it brightened up this whole end of the marina. They were all pretty chatty on deck as I heard them clear from our boat. Must be an exciting time of year for the fishermen. Knowing it's time to go out and make some money. I am not sure what fish they were catching, salmon I would assume, but you know what they say about assuming.
For the next couple days after the fishing boats came in, the seagulls were loud and crazy. Flying fast and furious to catch any fish pieces falling from the boats. Those darn gulls were so loud for a day or two. But back to normal. Not a lot of squawking from them now. Just the regular screeches every now and then.
I have been given several packages of fishing hooks, size 14, 10 to a package. We don't fish and would like to give them to someone who could use them. If any of you readers would like a package or two, please drop me a line at my email sherbraill@yahoo.com. I would love to send them to you. There is also a package of size 12 swivels.
Well, I will get back to sharing more of the Boat and Be Damned book with you. I will finish the chapter in this post.
-----------------------Enjoy! ------------------Start--------------------------
Joshua Dunderish, the local garage man, said:
"Me, I'm a racing boat type of sailor. Used to race autos, but got tired of the dust and dirt in my nose. Got me a whole fleet of racing outboards. Just as soon as old Tumbleweed fills up, I'll be out there, bouncing around on them there waves. Last year I won the Gold Cup in the big race from Cactus Bend to Coyote Flats. Would have broken the worlds record for the return trip, but the lake dried up before I could get started back."
Hiram Q. Parboyle, the local real estate man, said:
"Used to build houses on the range, but now I build boats, podner. Fact is, most cowpokes would rather own a skiff than a ranch. So I put up a boatyard down in Guzzle Gulch where I make new craft and restore old ones. Have me a swell time fixing used boats for the trade. Drop into my office when you're in the neighborhood. Be proud to show you the best vessels this side of the Mojave Desert."
My interviews with the club members were suddenly interrupted by a shout from the patio.
"Thunderheads!"
The entire membership gathered on the terrace where they stared admiringly at a huge mass of black clouds rising from the horizon. The air was heavy with an ominous threat of sudden rainfall. The sun was buried behind the thick pall rising over the distant desert. A brilliant burst of lightning flashed through the inky clouds. Thunder roared and rumbled, sending the group into shivers of excitement. At last, in a great whirl of wind and sand, the first drops of rain began to fall.
"A cloudburst!" shouted Chester Binnacle.
"She'll fill the lake!" roared Horace Perkins.
"Man the boats!" Screamed Melvin Chuckabiddy.
"Port your helm!"
"Belay the tiller!"
"Swab the decks!"
"Shove off!"
"Haul in the Yardarm!"
"Close your hatch!"
The pandemonium continued as Tumbleweed Lake rapidly filled with rain, the members staring out at the sudden sea before them, entranced by their nautical visions of things to come.
"How long will Tumbleweed Lake remain full?" I asked Chester Binnacle.
"Usually, it lasts only for a month or so," he said, studying the sky. "But we may be lucky this time. Maybe it will develop into a tornado or cyclone."
"Might even become a hurricane," said a member gleefully.
"Or a typhoon!" exulted Chester.
"But won't that endanger your town?" I asked. Isn't it likely to flood the whole area? Ruin the crops? Drown the cattle?"
"Cattle, shmattle," shouted the mariners as one man. "Who cares about that, so long as we get lots of water in old Tumbleweed Lake!"
----------END--OF----CHAPTER--------------------------------------
I hope you enjoyed that story. Have a good day my Mariner friends !!!!!
Night before last several fishing boats came in late at night. They must have opened fishing for the commercial fishers. I wasn't sure what was going on until I got up and looked out the window. Several fishing boats, atleast 45ft. in length, came into the marina approx. 10:30pm until the last one I heard at 1:30am Wednesday morning. They had 3-4 people on deck and had all their deck lights on so it brightened up this whole end of the marina. They were all pretty chatty on deck as I heard them clear from our boat. Must be an exciting time of year for the fishermen. Knowing it's time to go out and make some money. I am not sure what fish they were catching, salmon I would assume, but you know what they say about assuming.
For the next couple days after the fishing boats came in, the seagulls were loud and crazy. Flying fast and furious to catch any fish pieces falling from the boats. Those darn gulls were so loud for a day or two. But back to normal. Not a lot of squawking from them now. Just the regular screeches every now and then.
I have been given several packages of fishing hooks, size 14, 10 to a package. We don't fish and would like to give them to someone who could use them. If any of you readers would like a package or two, please drop me a line at my email sherbraill@yahoo.com. I would love to send them to you. There is also a package of size 12 swivels.
Well, I will get back to sharing more of the Boat and Be Damned
book with you. I will finish the chapter in this post.-----------------------Enjoy! ------------------Start--------------------------
Joshua Dunderish, the local garage man, said:
"Me, I'm a racing boat type of sailor. Used to race autos, but got tired of the dust and dirt in my nose. Got me a whole fleet of racing outboards. Just as soon as old Tumbleweed fills up, I'll be out there, bouncing around on them there waves. Last year I won the Gold Cup in the big race from Cactus Bend to Coyote Flats. Would have broken the worlds record for the return trip, but the lake dried up before I could get started back."
Hiram Q. Parboyle, the local real estate man, said:
"Used to build houses on the range, but now I build boats, podner. Fact is, most cowpokes would rather own a skiff than a ranch. So I put up a boatyard down in Guzzle Gulch where I make new craft and restore old ones. Have me a swell time fixing used boats for the trade. Drop into my office when you're in the neighborhood. Be proud to show you the best vessels this side of the Mojave Desert."
My interviews with the club members were suddenly interrupted by a shout from the patio.
"Thunderheads!"
The entire membership gathered on the terrace where they stared admiringly at a huge mass of black clouds rising from the horizon. The air was heavy with an ominous threat of sudden rainfall. The sun was buried behind the thick pall rising over the distant desert. A brilliant burst of lightning flashed through the inky clouds. Thunder roared and rumbled, sending the group into shivers of excitement. At last, in a great whirl of wind and sand, the first drops of rain began to fall.
"A cloudburst!" shouted Chester Binnacle.
"She'll fill the lake!" roared Horace Perkins.
"Man the boats!" Screamed Melvin Chuckabiddy.
"Port your helm!"
"Belay the tiller!"
"Swab the decks!"
"Shove off!"
"Haul in the Yardarm!"
"Close your hatch!"
The pandemonium continued as Tumbleweed Lake rapidly filled with rain, the members staring out at the sudden sea before them, entranced by their nautical visions of things to come.
"How long will Tumbleweed Lake remain full?" I asked Chester Binnacle.
"Usually, it lasts only for a month or so," he said, studying the sky. "But we may be lucky this time. Maybe it will develop into a tornado or cyclone."
"Might even become a hurricane," said a member gleefully.
"Or a typhoon!" exulted Chester.
"But won't that endanger your town?" I asked. Isn't it likely to flood the whole area? Ruin the crops? Drown the cattle?"
"Cattle, shmattle," shouted the mariners as one man. "Who cares about that, so long as we get lots of water in old Tumbleweed Lake!"
----------END--OF----CHAPTER--------------------------------------
I hope you enjoyed that story. Have a good day my Mariner friends !!!!!
Links to San Juan Islands points of Interest
Hi all, good morning! I wanted to share some links with you that might be helpful if you are planning a trip up to the San Juans.
Anacortes Ferry
Just be careful to read all the little symbols on the schedule so you don't end up stranded on an island when you needed to be headed home. Also if you don't want to sit in the long customs line, do not go on a ferry that originates from Sidney. You will be subject to a long wait to be questioned and searched when you did not even leave the country.It's a pain in the .....
Friday Harbor
Lots of links on this page to lodging, restaurants, activities etc.
Roche Harbor
You can even look at a live video of the resort here
Awesome places to visit! Check 'em out!
Ok, Now I'm going to get back to the Boat and Be Damned...............
To catch up where we left off, please refer back to the earlier posts.
Melvin leaned over the keyboard, cleared his throat and began to warble his version of the ancient cowboy classic:
"Oh give me a home,
Near the spray and the foam,
Where the Chris Crafts and Wheelers all play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the cruisers weigh anchor all day.
Home, Home on the drink,
Where the inboards and outboards chug by,
Where cowpokes all sail
Up the deepwater trail,
And each rancher's a seafairing guy!"
Melvin continued with his version of "Don't fence me in".
"Let me ride on the tide, where the flying fishes hide,
Don't fence me in,
Let me cruise where I choose, where the singing catfish mews,
Don't fence me in,
Take me far from the beef and the meat for slaughter
Steer me from the steers into some open water,
Found myself a boat and I'm dern glad I bought 'er,
Don't fence me in!"
Melvin held me at the piano while he displayed his talents. He showed me how he had converted "Boots and Saddles" into "Boots and Paddles." He was obviously enamored of all things nautical, having fallen in love with the sea at the tender age of 12.
"It all started with a picture of a canoe I spotted in a mail order catalog," Melvin explained. "Saved my pennies for years to get that craft." Gave up ice-cream sodas, movies and even girls. Soon as I got the canoe I started my first trip. Had to haul the boat over twenty miles of desert to find me a creek to sail her in. Finally cruised down the Rio Grande but sprung a leak after ramming a prospector on the river bank. Old sourdough had his stern athwart my starboard beam. Sunk my canoe like a ton of beef. But he paid me off in gold nuggets. Enough to buy a rowboat. Ever since then I guess I've been plumb loco about boats."
The roster of the Tumbleweed Lake Yacht Club included many of the local businessmen:
Cyrus J. Baldingate, the local trucker, said:
"Reckon I can take care of any sailing man who wants open water when old Tumbleweed's bone dry. We load up some of my trucks with our boats and take off for the nearest big slice of liquid. Sometimes we head for the Rio Grande, the Mississippi or any other reliable river. Once we went clear up to Lake Michigan just to see what a real fat parcel of water looked like. Don't let anybody ever tell you we Midwestern sailors can't navigate, padner- I've hauled our boats to every big hunk of wet stuff this side of the China Seas."
----------------------End until tomorrow-----------------------------------
Have a great day all!
Anacortes Ferry
Just be careful to read all the little symbols on the schedule so you don't end up stranded on an island when you needed to be headed home. Also if you don't want to sit in the long customs line, do not go on a ferry that originates from Sidney. You will be subject to a long wait to be questioned and searched when you did not even leave the country.It's a pain in the .....
Friday Harbor
Lots of links on this page to lodging, restaurants, activities etc.
Roche Harbor
You can even look at a live video of the resort here
Awesome places to visit! Check 'em out!
Ok, Now I'm going to get back to the Boat and Be Damned
...............To catch up where we left off, please refer back to the earlier posts.
Melvin leaned over the keyboard, cleared his throat and began to warble his version of the ancient cowboy classic:
"Oh give me a home,
Near the spray and the foam,
Where the Chris Crafts and Wheelers all play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And the cruisers weigh anchor all day.
Home, Home on the drink,
Where the inboards and outboards chug by,
Where cowpokes all sail
Up the deepwater trail,
And each rancher's a seafairing guy!"
Melvin continued with his version of "Don't fence me in".
"Let me ride on the tide, where the flying fishes hide,
Don't fence me in,
Let me cruise where I choose, where the singing catfish mews,
Don't fence me in,
Take me far from the beef and the meat for slaughter
Steer me from the steers into some open water,
Found myself a boat and I'm dern glad I bought 'er,
Don't fence me in!"
Melvin held me at the piano while he displayed his talents. He showed me how he had converted "Boots and Saddles" into "Boots and Paddles." He was obviously enamored of all things nautical, having fallen in love with the sea at the tender age of 12.
"It all started with a picture of a canoe I spotted in a mail order catalog," Melvin explained. "Saved my pennies for years to get that craft." Gave up ice-cream sodas, movies and even girls. Soon as I got the canoe I started my first trip. Had to haul the boat over twenty miles of desert to find me a creek to sail her in. Finally cruised down the Rio Grande but sprung a leak after ramming a prospector on the river bank. Old sourdough had his stern athwart my starboard beam. Sunk my canoe like a ton of beef. But he paid me off in gold nuggets. Enough to buy a rowboat. Ever since then I guess I've been plumb loco about boats."
The roster of the Tumbleweed Lake Yacht Club included many of the local businessmen:
Cyrus J. Baldingate, the local trucker, said:
"Reckon I can take care of any sailing man who wants open water when old Tumbleweed's bone dry. We load up some of my trucks with our boats and take off for the nearest big slice of liquid. Sometimes we head for the Rio Grande, the Mississippi or any other reliable river. Once we went clear up to Lake Michigan just to see what a real fat parcel of water looked like. Don't let anybody ever tell you we Midwestern sailors can't navigate, padner- I've hauled our boats to every big hunk of wet stuff this side of the China Seas."
----------------------End until tomorrow-----------------------------------
Have a great day all!
I'm Back! San Juans are Awesome!
Well, it's nice to be back, settled in and back to normal. But I have to tell you, going to the San Juans to visit my son and his girlfriend was an absolute blast! The San Juans are unbelievably beautiful. The bald eagles were flying everywhere we looked. Had to be careful of my little doggie and always keep him close and in sight so we didn't lose him to the big bald eagles. Mothers Day weekend could not have brought us better weather. Nice, warm sunshine. Something we need more of lately. We traveled around the island with my son and visited some interesting places. First we went to the Friday Harbor Farmers Market, right in town. My sons g-friend and her pals had a booth in the craft area. They make some great products. Beautiful barrettes made from small pieces of driftwood and beads, (my son bought me one for Mothers Day, along with some fresh rhubarb and jam), Knit items, hats & arm warmers, custom clothing, pottery, postcards, jewelry, hand decorated leather journals and just so much great stuff. I will post some pics of the trip soon. I forgot my digital camera and had to buy a disposable one. I took the used disposable camera to Rite Aid to be processed. The gal at the counter told me it would take 7 days before the pictures would be ready. Only I would find the only store in the U.S. that still sends film out to be processed. But I guess I can enjoy the anticipation the way we used to long ago. Waiting to see the pics, having to open them immediately in the store because you can't wait to see them. I'm just so used to the expediency of everything we do these days. It won't hurt me to slowwwww down.
You really have to be careful in reading those ferry schedules so you don't get stuck overnight on the island on the last day of your vacation.It was $66.00 from Anacortes to San Juan. $53. for car and driver and 13 for passenger. A little spendy but you do not pay on the way back so really it was only 33.00 each way. We stayed at the property my son is working and staying on. It was a beautiful 5 acre piece right on the water on the south east side of the island in a peaceful bay. What a property! Gorgeous! The owners of the property were very gracious, allowing us to stay there and giving us access to everything of theirs. We had a campfire and made s'mores. I haven't done that for about 7 years. It really was fun.
Saturday we went to English camp and Roche Harbor. Both interesting places. We hiked 1.5 miles to the cemetery at English Camp. Then back down to the Fort area and waterfront. After that we went to Roche Harbor, saw the sculpture park, lime kilns and many expensive yachts, one with a helicopter. It sure isn't the charming little Roche Harbor I came to on our boat many times as a kid. It has turned into the richie rich, exclusive Resort. When we used to come up as a kid, John Wayne was there also in his boat the "Wild Goose". John Wayne went there because it was not a very touristy, popular place. It was secluded, unknown, and sparse tourists. I just don't like what it has become, but who am I to say whats best for the resort. But if you do go, by boat or car, you need to visit the mausoleum back in the woods. It holds the remains of the family that built the resort. Which was not a resort when built. It was the family home and business. The small hotel where very famous people have stayed has no bathrooms in the rental rooms. It's European style the gal at the desk tells me. I looked through the old guest books they leave out to read and found my familys name where we checked in many times in the 70's and 80's.They save all guest books. It's fun to see your name from 35+ years ago.
Well all, I will write more tomorrow and post pics from our trip to San Juans soon.
Tomorrow I will get back to more from the Boat & Be Damned book.
Until then , have a great day!
You really have to be careful in reading those ferry schedules so you don't get stuck overnight on the island on the last day of your vacation.It was $66.00 from Anacortes to San Juan. $53. for car and driver and 13 for passenger. A little spendy but you do not pay on the way back so really it was only 33.00 each way. We stayed at the property my son is working and staying on. It was a beautiful 5 acre piece right on the water on the south east side of the island in a peaceful bay. What a property! Gorgeous! The owners of the property were very gracious, allowing us to stay there and giving us access to everything of theirs. We had a campfire and made s'mores. I haven't done that for about 7 years. It really was fun.
Saturday we went to English camp and Roche Harbor. Both interesting places. We hiked 1.5 miles to the cemetery at English Camp. Then back down to the Fort area and waterfront. After that we went to Roche Harbor, saw the sculpture park, lime kilns and many expensive yachts, one with a helicopter. It sure isn't the charming little Roche Harbor I came to on our boat many times as a kid. It has turned into the richie rich, exclusive Resort. When we used to come up as a kid, John Wayne was there also in his boat the "Wild Goose". John Wayne went there because it was not a very touristy, popular place. It was secluded, unknown, and sparse tourists. I just don't like what it has become, but who am I to say whats best for the resort. But if you do go, by boat or car, you need to visit the mausoleum back in the woods. It holds the remains of the family that built the resort. Which was not a resort when built. It was the family home and business. The small hotel where very famous people have stayed has no bathrooms in the rental rooms. It's European style the gal at the desk tells me. I looked through the old guest books they leave out to read and found my familys name where we checked in many times in the 70's and 80's.They save all guest books. It's fun to see your name from 35+ years ago.
Well all, I will write more tomorrow and post pics from our trip to San Juans soon.
Tomorrow I will get back to more from the Boat & Be Damned book.
Until then , have a great day!
Back to Rain
Well, I am not sure if I like the rain or the wind better. But at least the boat isn't rocking to the point of nausea.
The water is pretty mucky today because of all the silt stirred up from the winds and rain.
We have acquired some friends here at the marina. Two ducks, one male mallard and one female. They swim up to our transom every day and tease our kitty. They swim by our kitty who lays on the dock and watches them, and the female spits water at him. Kitty must not mind because he lays out there and watches them everyday. He really goes crazy when our duck friends fly up and sit on our back deck. They actually fly right up while we are standing there. So they must be somewhat domesticated. Probably from all the people that come down here and feed them.
Anyway, I want to share more of the story we had started. If you need to catch up, just refer back to the recent posts.
Enjoy!
----Start----------------
Chester led me out to the patio where a corpulent character sat alone at a table humming a chanty while reading a sea chart. He was dressed in chaps, spurs and dungarees. But on his head he wore a peaked cap usually seen at the wheel of a dreadnaught. His name was Horace Perkins, and he was the owner of the Bar B Q Ranch, which had the biggest herd of cattle in the state.
"Ahoy, Pardner," he said, giving me his hand. "Drop your stern into a chair. What'll you have? Care for a Deepsea Daiquari? A Davy Jones Fizz? Or can I rustle you a sandwich? Clam and cheese? Bacon and seaweed?"
"How did you happen to get interested in boating?" I asked.
"Always been a sea urchin," Horace explained. "Ever since my Maw caught me sailing matchsticks down Main street after a heavy rain. Reckon I just hankered to watch stuff float. Couple of years later opportunity knocked. Big cloudburst came along and almost wiped out the town. That's when I had my big chance. I managed to save our old homestead single-handed. By using the back porch as a rudder I was able to swing the stern to starboard and reduce the forward speed to five knots. After that it was a cinch to port my helm into Cuckaberry Street. Since then I've been plumb loco about navigation."
"You're not interested in horses?"
"Horsepower, corrected Horace. Tall in the cockpit, that's what they call me, son."
The sounds of music from inside the clubhouse lured me away from Horace Perkins. There was a man playing piano, a virtuoso Chester introduced as Melvin Chuckabiddy, the club composer. Melvin was dressed in a dirty apron with a shirt to match. He pummeled the keys boldly, singing the lyric strains of "Asleep in the Deep."
"Melvin, said Chester, "is the local butcher. But once he leaves his steak and chops, the call of the open sea makes him a poet, a musician, a composer."
"Melvin writes nautical songs?"
"Not exactly," corrected Melvin. "Reckon I just rewrite the landlubbers tunes, is all. Sort of convert them for deep water. Care to hear what I did with "Home on the Range?"
"Isn't that a cowboy song?"
"Not anymore, Pardner. Reverse your motor and back your helm into a chair. I'll demonstrate."
-------------END------------------- more tomorrow, see ya then!
Have a great day and stay dry!
The water is pretty mucky today because of all the silt stirred up from the winds and rain.
We have acquired some friends here at the marina. Two ducks, one male mallard and one female. They swim up to our transom every day and tease our kitty. They swim by our kitty who lays on the dock and watches them, and the female spits water at him. Kitty must not mind because he lays out there and watches them everyday. He really goes crazy when our duck friends fly up and sit on our back deck. They actually fly right up while we are standing there. So they must be somewhat domesticated. Probably from all the people that come down here and feed them.
Anyway, I want to share more of the story we had started. If you need to catch up, just refer back to the recent posts.
Enjoy!
----Start----------------
Chester led me out to the patio where a corpulent character sat alone at a table humming a chanty while reading a sea chart. He was dressed in chaps, spurs and dungarees. But on his head he wore a peaked cap usually seen at the wheel of a dreadnaught. His name was Horace Perkins, and he was the owner of the Bar B Q Ranch, which had the biggest herd of cattle in the state.
"Ahoy, Pardner," he said, giving me his hand. "Drop your stern into a chair. What'll you have? Care for a Deepsea Daiquari? A Davy Jones Fizz? Or can I rustle you a sandwich? Clam and cheese? Bacon and seaweed?"
"How did you happen to get interested in boating?" I asked.
"Always been a sea urchin," Horace explained. "Ever since my Maw caught me sailing matchsticks down Main street after a heavy rain. Reckon I just hankered to watch stuff float. Couple of years later opportunity knocked. Big cloudburst came along and almost wiped out the town. That's when I had my big chance. I managed to save our old homestead single-handed. By using the back porch as a rudder I was able to swing the stern to starboard and reduce the forward speed to five knots. After that it was a cinch to port my helm into Cuckaberry Street. Since then I've been plumb loco about navigation."
"You're not interested in horses?"
"Horsepower, corrected Horace. Tall in the cockpit, that's what they call me, son."
The sounds of music from inside the clubhouse lured me away from Horace Perkins. There was a man playing piano, a virtuoso Chester introduced as Melvin Chuckabiddy, the club composer. Melvin was dressed in a dirty apron with a shirt to match. He pummeled the keys boldly, singing the lyric strains of "Asleep in the Deep."
"Melvin, said Chester, "is the local butcher. But once he leaves his steak and chops, the call of the open sea makes him a poet, a musician, a composer."
"Melvin writes nautical songs?"
"Not exactly," corrected Melvin. "Reckon I just rewrite the landlubbers tunes, is all. Sort of convert them for deep water. Care to hear what I did with "Home on the Range?"
"Isn't that a cowboy song?"
"Not anymore, Pardner. Reverse your motor and back your helm into a chair. I'll demonstrate."
-------------END------------------- more tomorrow, see ya then!
Have a great day and stay dry!
Back to Normal
Well it sure is nice to wake up to sunshine this a.m. It's beautiful out. At least for a bit. They say more rain tonight. But luckily the high winds are over. People are out and about again. In fact I think everyone was suffering from cabin fever because there were several people out early this morning, walking, running, walking dogs, working on their boats.
I can't complain too much, the bad weather allowed us time to do some work inside the boat. We have the shower working properly now which is a big deal. It's a pain when it isn't functioning correctly. Did some deep cleaning. So it's all good. But I am glad to see the sun.
The marina had new bark-dust laid just before the windstorm and now it is all over the grass. So I guess they will have to go back and rake it all out. It looked nice before it blew all over the place.
Ok, I am going to get back to the story where I left off yesterday. For those of you who did not get a chance to read the first post of the story, go to yesterdays post, then you will be all caught up.
Enjoy more of Boat and be Damned
-------------START-------------------
Vermin believed that he could hitch his wagon to a prevailing wind and thus save the cost of a team of horses. His strange craft was last seen tracking through a wheat field in Kansa while pointed in the general direction of Oblivion, Nevada.
In recent years, the Midwestern Male no longer need abandon his yen for navigation just because he lives in an arid section of the Panhandle. On my last research trip into the landlocked hinterlands, I found Sioux City seamen, Texas tars, Montana mariner's.
In Dry Gulch, Wyoming, my wanderings led me to the headquarters of the Tumbleweed Yacht Club.
I was welcomed into the modest clubhouse by the Grand Admiral himself, a man named, Chester Binnacle.
"Glad to have you aboard," said Chester. "Port your helm to the bar and we'll swap yarns."
Chester Binnacle had cruised the coastal waters from Maine to Florida. He spoke knowingly of Chesapeake Bay, Cape Cod and many a port along the Atlantic. He had run the gamut from rowboars to outboards, from cruisers to yachts. He knew the pull of the tides, he could read a chart, box a compass and discuss maritime law. He was familiar with the latest motors and hulls. He was, indeed, a skilled seaman.
"You are, indeed, an accomplished mariner," I told him. "But why have you settled out here in the desert?"
"Boating is just as big out here," Chester said. "Matter of fact, all of our club members are expert navigators."
"Where do they navigate?"
"Out there," said Chester.
"Out where?"
"On Old Tumbleweed Lake, of course."
"Tumbleweed Lake?" I inquired, staring through the window at what seemed to be an endless expanse of desert, cactus and assorted rocks. "Where, exactly, is it?"
"Right out there, on the starboard side of that big cactus. Just beyond the dock."
To be sure, there was a dock in the distance, the pilings standing like fat toothpicks in a sea of sand. A few small boats lay on their sides near the invisible shore. Three buzzards circled over the hot landscape. The entire scene was as wet as a dust storm in the Texas Panhandle. The nearest body of water lay in the sink behind the bar.
"I can't see a thing without my glasses," I observed. "To me your lake looks like a cactus preserve."
"So it is," said Chester. "From January to October old Tumbleweed Lake dries up. But you should see it when the rains come. Positive torrent. Mad, tricky channels. Tough, choppy old devil. No place for landlubbers out there. Puts all of us to the test."
"All of you?" How many members do you have?"
"Full up. Dozens. All of them good, sturdy sailors. Care to meet some of our men?"
"I can't wait."
-------------------Stop-----------------more tomorrow.
Have a great day all!
I can't complain too much, the bad weather allowed us time to do some work inside the boat. We have the shower working properly now which is a big deal. It's a pain when it isn't functioning correctly. Did some deep cleaning. So it's all good. But I am glad to see the sun.
The marina had new bark-dust laid just before the windstorm and now it is all over the grass. So I guess they will have to go back and rake it all out. It looked nice before it blew all over the place.
Ok, I am going to get back to the story where I left off yesterday. For those of you who did not get a chance to read the first post of the story, go to yesterdays post, then you will be all caught up.
Enjoy more of Boat and be Damned
-------------START-------------------
Vermin believed that he could hitch his wagon to a prevailing wind and thus save the cost of a team of horses. His strange craft was last seen tracking through a wheat field in Kansa while pointed in the general direction of Oblivion, Nevada.
In recent years, the Midwestern Male no longer need abandon his yen for navigation just because he lives in an arid section of the Panhandle. On my last research trip into the landlocked hinterlands, I found Sioux City seamen, Texas tars, Montana mariner's.
In Dry Gulch, Wyoming, my wanderings led me to the headquarters of the Tumbleweed Yacht Club.
I was welcomed into the modest clubhouse by the Grand Admiral himself, a man named, Chester Binnacle.
"Glad to have you aboard," said Chester. "Port your helm to the bar and we'll swap yarns."
Chester Binnacle had cruised the coastal waters from Maine to Florida. He spoke knowingly of Chesapeake Bay, Cape Cod and many a port along the Atlantic. He had run the gamut from rowboars to outboards, from cruisers to yachts. He knew the pull of the tides, he could read a chart, box a compass and discuss maritime law. He was familiar with the latest motors and hulls. He was, indeed, a skilled seaman.
"You are, indeed, an accomplished mariner," I told him. "But why have you settled out here in the desert?"
"Boating is just as big out here," Chester said. "Matter of fact, all of our club members are expert navigators."
"Where do they navigate?"
"Out there," said Chester.
"Out where?"
"On Old Tumbleweed Lake, of course."
"Tumbleweed Lake?" I inquired, staring through the window at what seemed to be an endless expanse of desert, cactus and assorted rocks. "Where, exactly, is it?"
"Right out there, on the starboard side of that big cactus. Just beyond the dock."
To be sure, there was a dock in the distance, the pilings standing like fat toothpicks in a sea of sand. A few small boats lay on their sides near the invisible shore. Three buzzards circled over the hot landscape. The entire scene was as wet as a dust storm in the Texas Panhandle. The nearest body of water lay in the sink behind the bar.
"I can't see a thing without my glasses," I observed. "To me your lake looks like a cactus preserve."
"So it is," said Chester. "From January to October old Tumbleweed Lake dries up. But you should see it when the rains come. Positive torrent. Mad, tricky channels. Tough, choppy old devil. No place for landlubbers out there. Puts all of us to the test."
"All of you?" How many members do you have?"
"Full up. Dozens. All of them good, sturdy sailors. Care to meet some of our men?"
"I can't wait."
-------------------Stop-----------------more tomorrow.
Have a great day all!
Hope you haven't blown away!
What a crazy night and an even windier day! I woke so nauseous from the movement of the boat all night. We were and stil are getting gusts over 45 mph, with sustained at 30+ mph. My little doggie runs under the bushes when the gusts blow when we are out walking. His big ears blown back, he looks like he's about to fly away like Dumbo. There were several items floating up against the rocks this morning that had been blown off of someones boat or out of the garbage. My internet keeps blinking in & out. This satellite internet is just not as good as DSL or any other direct connect service.
Well, I decided to share another chapter from the Boat and be Damned book. The chapter is titled "Our Midwestern Mariners and is the first chapter of the book. I hope you enjoy this one as well.
Chapter One: Our Midwestern Mariners
On a dark and stormy night on the shores of the Texas sea, a brave band of mariners set sail in their paleozoic packets for the distant shores of Nevada.
Crazy? Don't leave the cabin, mates! I'll throw every manjack of you in irons unless you hear me out!
Scientists claim that there were navigators in Nevada sailors in Sioux City, mariners in Missouri as far back as 2500 B.C.C (Before Chris Crafts).
Where modern man now digs for gold, silver and copper, our ancient relatives once dug clams, prairie oysters and Montana mussels.
Vast ranges of the midwest were once uncharted seas, complete with primitive seaweed, primeval mackeral, prehistoric fish stories and antediluvian beach clubs.
Archaeological discoveries prove that pithecanthropic commodores once sailed our ancient inland oceans.
In a remote corner of the Mojave Desert the ruins of a Stone Age building caught the eye of an investigating scientist. In and around the archaic edifice there was a profusion of crude bottles, urns, flagons and casks, undoubtedly used for the consumption of liquids. Clear evidence of an aboriginal yacht club.
Further search erased all doubt when a parchment scroll turned out to be a hieroglyphic bar bill, made out to a certain Mr. J. Morton Ogg, a member who owed the club some seventy-five clams for a quantity of grog he had not paid for.
The call of the wild blue sea has always tugged at the heart of man, despite the fact that he may hear that call while swatting flies in the unchartered sands of a blistering desert. The historical trek to our West took multitudes of able-bodied seamen into the craggy hinterlands. Such a man was Herman K. Vermin.
When Horace Greeley mouthed his famous quotation, he was overheard by Vermin, who happened to be slightly deaf, but was anxious for a change. Vermin had left his ear trumpet home that day, which led him to believe Greeley said, "Row west, young man!" Thus, the youthful Vermin began at once to construct a wagon complete with mainmast, jibs and flying spinnakers.
"Oh look!" shouted the crowd invited to the launching. "Her man's invented a prairie schooner!"
And from that day to this, the prairie schooner has become a symbol of mans indomitable courage, fortitude and bad driving.
----End------- more tomorrow.
Have a great day all!b
Well, I decided to share another chapter from the Boat and be Damned
book. The chapter is titled "Our Midwestern Mariners and is the first chapter of the book. I hope you enjoy this one as well.Chapter One: Our Midwestern Mariners
On a dark and stormy night on the shores of the Texas sea, a brave band of mariners set sail in their paleozoic packets for the distant shores of Nevada.
Crazy? Don't leave the cabin, mates! I'll throw every manjack of you in irons unless you hear me out!
Scientists claim that there were navigators in Nevada sailors in Sioux City, mariners in Missouri as far back as 2500 B.C.C (Before Chris Crafts).
Where modern man now digs for gold, silver and copper, our ancient relatives once dug clams, prairie oysters and Montana mussels.
Vast ranges of the midwest were once uncharted seas, complete with primitive seaweed, primeval mackeral, prehistoric fish stories and antediluvian beach clubs.
Archaeological discoveries prove that pithecanthropic commodores once sailed our ancient inland oceans.
In a remote corner of the Mojave Desert the ruins of a Stone Age building caught the eye of an investigating scientist. In and around the archaic edifice there was a profusion of crude bottles, urns, flagons and casks, undoubtedly used for the consumption of liquids. Clear evidence of an aboriginal yacht club.
Further search erased all doubt when a parchment scroll turned out to be a hieroglyphic bar bill, made out to a certain Mr. J. Morton Ogg, a member who owed the club some seventy-five clams for a quantity of grog he had not paid for.
The call of the wild blue sea has always tugged at the heart of man, despite the fact that he may hear that call while swatting flies in the unchartered sands of a blistering desert. The historical trek to our West took multitudes of able-bodied seamen into the craggy hinterlands. Such a man was Herman K. Vermin.
When Horace Greeley mouthed his famous quotation, he was overheard by Vermin, who happened to be slightly deaf, but was anxious for a change. Vermin had left his ear trumpet home that day, which led him to believe Greeley said, "Row west, young man!" Thus, the youthful Vermin began at once to construct a wagon complete with mainmast, jibs and flying spinnakers.
"Oh look!" shouted the crowd invited to the launching. "Her man's invented a prairie schooner!"
And from that day to this, the prairie schooner has become a symbol of mans indomitable courage, fortitude and bad driving.
----End------- more tomorrow.
Have a great day all!b
Quiet end to the weekend
Good morning!
Glad to see you back. It really is very quiet around here today. Everyone is coming in from opening day and they looked tired. It always is more draining boating in rainy weather. I haven't seen one person wash their boat down when they came in. They are docking, packing and gone. Headed home to get ready for the week ahead I guess. Not many people about at the marina either. It always is nice and quiet here when it rains. But I do look forward to warmer, dryer weather. It's a lot of fun around here in the summer. Always someone milling about. It's nice to know if you're bored, there is always someone who will talk to you along the prom. The restaurant down the way "Lombardis" has live music play every Thursday evening outside on the wharf at the east end of the promenade. It is usually a new band every week.
Then there are many events down here at the marina all summer long. A big artist festival in September or August. You can find several interesting types of art there. Many with some type of tie in to the nautical or marine theme. But enough of this, I have to share more of the Binnacle story with you. If you haven't been following the story just go to the First Boat Be Damned post and catch up with us. It's a great book with a comedic twist about a couple who decide to become boaters and purchase a fixer upper boat.
Enjoy!
------Start Binnacles--------
"Binnacle," said Chester, eyeing his wife for a sign. Emma was gazing forward, lost in the area of the tiny galley. Her face wore the look he always associated with deep decision. She was staring at the boat in the same way she had stared at the coffee in the window of Whackerman's Furniture Store, a few seconds before they went inside to purchase it. She was weighing the boar favorably, the way she looked when out buying him a suit or new underwear. "What do you say, Emma?"
"Pretty curtains," said Emma.
"We'll take it," said Chester
And take it, they did.
And taken, they were.
But, for the full season, the Binnacles sailed the Flying Fratricide on many a joyful trip, despite the occasional lapses of the great Bragenthamer motors ( $123.65 for adjusting the carburator, reboring the valves and rewiring the ignition), despite the strange crumbling of the forward bulkheads ($76.54 for plywood restoration of dry rotted original panels), despite the general inefficiency of the galley ( $87.23 for replacement of chrome valves, counter, faucets and barometer), and the sudden breakdown of the electrical circuits ( $ 165.50 for rewiring interior lighting system and repairing electric horn, windshield wipers and battery circuits), plus a few minor repairs in the hull, bilge, propeller shaft and dinghy.
Mr. & Mrs. Chester Binnacle took these minor disasters sportingly, since Emma Binnacle found the Flying Fratricide a pleasant change from her household monotony. Indeed, it was Emma herself who decided to sell their craft the following year so they could buy a better boat.
Accordingly, on one bright spring morning, the Binnacles stood at the dock, awaiting any customers who might have seen their advertisement in last nights newspaper.
And, finally, a man and wife approached the dock. And Chester Binnacle stepped forward, dressed in mariner's garb, complete with brass buttons and a rakish peaked cap.
"About that boat in your ad," the customer said. "The old lady's boat?"
"You are referring to my aunt, poor old Mrs. Chickamiddy," said Chester Binnacle reverantly, removing his hat and lowering his eyes. "Wonderful woman, Mrs. Chickamiddy, direct descendant of Rear Admiral Gregory Q. Chickamiddy of the Third Baltic Fleet. You know the name, of course. Admiral Greg, or 'Old Pork Rind' they used to call him, because he defeated the Spanish in Higgle's Cove while eating a pork sandwich...........
That is the end of that chapter
I think I will share another one with you also. The stories just get funnier. Probably because it's easy to relate to. I will have to look them over and see which one I would like to share.
So for now, you all have a great day!
Glad to see you back. It really is very quiet around here today. Everyone is coming in from opening day and they looked tired. It always is more draining boating in rainy weather. I haven't seen one person wash their boat down when they came in. They are docking, packing and gone. Headed home to get ready for the week ahead I guess. Not many people about at the marina either. It always is nice and quiet here when it rains. But I do look forward to warmer, dryer weather. It's a lot of fun around here in the summer. Always someone milling about. It's nice to know if you're bored, there is always someone who will talk to you along the prom. The restaurant down the way "Lombardis" has live music play every Thursday evening outside on the wharf at the east end of the promenade. It is usually a new band every week.
Then there are many events down here at the marina all summer long. A big artist festival in September or August. You can find several interesting types of art there. Many with some type of tie in to the nautical or marine theme. But enough of this, I have to share more of the Binnacle story with you. If you haven't been following the story just go to the First Boat Be Damned
post and catch up with us. It's a great book with a comedic twist about a couple who decide to become boaters and purchase a fixer upper boat.Enjoy!
------Start Binnacles--------
"Binnacle," said Chester, eyeing his wife for a sign. Emma was gazing forward, lost in the area of the tiny galley. Her face wore the look he always associated with deep decision. She was staring at the boat in the same way she had stared at the coffee in the window of Whackerman's Furniture Store, a few seconds before they went inside to purchase it. She was weighing the boar favorably, the way she looked when out buying him a suit or new underwear. "What do you say, Emma?"
"Pretty curtains," said Emma.
"We'll take it," said Chester
And take it, they did.
And taken, they were.
But, for the full season, the Binnacles sailed the Flying Fratricide on many a joyful trip, despite the occasional lapses of the great Bragenthamer motors ( $123.65 for adjusting the carburator, reboring the valves and rewiring the ignition), despite the strange crumbling of the forward bulkheads ($76.54 for plywood restoration of dry rotted original panels), despite the general inefficiency of the galley ( $87.23 for replacement of chrome valves, counter, faucets and barometer), and the sudden breakdown of the electrical circuits ( $ 165.50 for rewiring interior lighting system and repairing electric horn, windshield wipers and battery circuits), plus a few minor repairs in the hull, bilge, propeller shaft and dinghy.
Mr. & Mrs. Chester Binnacle took these minor disasters sportingly, since Emma Binnacle found the Flying Fratricide a pleasant change from her household monotony. Indeed, it was Emma herself who decided to sell their craft the following year so they could buy a better boat.
Accordingly, on one bright spring morning, the Binnacles stood at the dock, awaiting any customers who might have seen their advertisement in last nights newspaper.
And, finally, a man and wife approached the dock. And Chester Binnacle stepped forward, dressed in mariner's garb, complete with brass buttons and a rakish peaked cap.
"About that boat in your ad," the customer said. "The old lady's boat?"
"You are referring to my aunt, poor old Mrs. Chickamiddy," said Chester Binnacle reverantly, removing his hat and lowering his eyes. "Wonderful woman, Mrs. Chickamiddy, direct descendant of Rear Admiral Gregory Q. Chickamiddy of the Third Baltic Fleet. You know the name, of course. Admiral Greg, or 'Old Pork Rind' they used to call him, because he defeated the Spanish in Higgle's Cove while eating a pork sandwich...........
That is the end of that chapter
I think I will share another one with you also. The stories just get funnier. Probably because it's easy to relate to. I will have to look them over and see which one I would like to share.
So for now, you all have a great day!
Opening Boating Weekend
It is really quiet down here on the docks. Many moorage slips empty. Too bad the weather isn't cooperating. But, rain or no rain, boaters are hard core. There is a booth set up at the marina with volunteers promoting boating safety. They hand out pamphlets with info on the boating courses, boating safety laws etc. So there are a few people milling about up on the promenade for you. If you haven't been following the story, go to the first Boat and Be Damned post and catch up on this story. Enjoy!
Well, I am going to get right down to business and share more of the Binnacles story:
"Seaworthy," said Smiling Sam. "Smooth. Built. Sturdy. Tight. Powerful. Dependable. Loyal. Trustworthy. True."
"How much cash would she need?" Chester Binnacle ventured.
"Let's worry about that later," Smiling Sam boomed heartily. Right now I want you two nice people to come aboard and let me show you her features."
He helped them aboard and let Chester stand at the wheel and touch the controls. Then Smiling Sam opened the cabin and allowed Emma to observe the nautical niceties of the Flying Fratricide, pointing out such important features as the colorful reading lamps made of genuine cockle shells, the chrome galley, complete with a chrome stove ( that sadly needed new chrome valves), a chrome counter ( that leaked into the chrome icebox underneath), the chrome faucets (that would drip forever unless they were repaired), the chrome barameter ( that would never work until the insides were replaced).
"Chrome, chrome on the range," said Chester brightly. "Let's have a look at her engines, shall we?"
Smiling Sam pulled back the engine hatch with a touch of honest pride. "Twin Bragenthamers," he said. "Best marine motors ever invented. You familiar with the name, Mr. Finicular?"
"Binnacle," said Chester, looking wise. His entire experience with motors was limited to the adjustment of an occasional balky carburator in the family car. Yet, he was aware that the Bragenthamer name was well known in the engine field, and could remember hearing the slogan on tv and reading it in the ads: "FOR GET UP AND GO go BRAGENTHAMER!" He was almost willing to accept the engine as perfect but realized only a fool would buy a boat on the basis of the name on the motor.
"Suppose we rev her up a bit?" He asked boldly. "She looks good, but I'd like to hear her sing."
Smiling Sam then started the engines, taking great care to hold the choke at a certain pinpoint marking to avoid sputtering and spitting.
"A bit noisy, isn't it?" Emma asked.
"A Bragenthamer noisy? Never! said Smiling Sam, overjoyed at the expected question because it gave him the opportunity to close the engine hatch and kill some of the din while hiding the inefficient carburator
from his customers' eyes. "Every engine in the worl sounds noisy with the hatch open, freinds. Notice how she purrs now? That's power for you, that's the hidden, secret thrust of the mighty Bragenthamer motors, the powerful muscles that carry you through every emergency. A Bragenthamer is loyal, trustworthy, dependable and true. A Bragenthamer is-well- it's a Bragenthamer. You want to pay cash, or buy it on time, Mr. Follicle?"
________STOP______________ until tomorrow, have a great weekend!
post and catch up on this story. Enjoy!Well, I am going to get right down to business and share more of the Binnacles story:
"Seaworthy," said Smiling Sam. "Smooth. Built. Sturdy. Tight. Powerful. Dependable. Loyal. Trustworthy. True."
"How much cash would she need?" Chester Binnacle ventured.
"Let's worry about that later," Smiling Sam boomed heartily. Right now I want you two nice people to come aboard and let me show you her features."
He helped them aboard and let Chester stand at the wheel and touch the controls. Then Smiling Sam opened the cabin and allowed Emma to observe the nautical niceties of the Flying Fratricide, pointing out such important features as the colorful reading lamps made of genuine cockle shells, the chrome galley, complete with a chrome stove ( that sadly needed new chrome valves), a chrome counter ( that leaked into the chrome icebox underneath), the chrome faucets (that would drip forever unless they were repaired), the chrome barameter ( that would never work until the insides were replaced).
"Chrome, chrome on the range," said Chester brightly. "Let's have a look at her engines, shall we?"
Smiling Sam pulled back the engine hatch with a touch of honest pride. "Twin Bragenthamers," he said. "Best marine motors ever invented. You familiar with the name, Mr. Finicular?"
"Binnacle," said Chester, looking wise. His entire experience with motors was limited to the adjustment of an occasional balky carburator in the family car. Yet, he was aware that the Bragenthamer name was well known in the engine field, and could remember hearing the slogan on tv and reading it in the ads: "FOR GET UP AND GO go BRAGENTHAMER!" He was almost willing to accept the engine as perfect but realized only a fool would buy a boat on the basis of the name on the motor.
"Suppose we rev her up a bit?" He asked boldly. "She looks good, but I'd like to hear her sing."
Smiling Sam then started the engines, taking great care to hold the choke at a certain pinpoint marking to avoid sputtering and spitting.
"A bit noisy, isn't it?" Emma asked.
"A Bragenthamer noisy? Never! said Smiling Sam, overjoyed at the expected question because it gave him the opportunity to close the engine hatch and kill some of the din while hiding the inefficient carburator
from his customers' eyes. "Every engine in the worl sounds noisy with the hatch open, freinds. Notice how she purrs now? That's power for you, that's the hidden, secret thrust of the mighty Bragenthamer motors, the powerful muscles that carry you through every emergency. A Bragenthamer is loyal, trustworthy, dependable and true. A Bragenthamer is-well- it's a Bragenthamer. You want to pay cash, or buy it on time, Mr. Follicle?"
________STOP______________ until tomorrow, have a great weekend!
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