Month: September 2005

  • Houston In-The-Water

    Another boat show I cannot attend.



    Houston In-The-Water Boat Show
    September 29th-October 2



    Their main page says they are postponed due to Hurricane Rita, but I know a medical conference is still happening in Galveston. So I suspect they just haven’t gotten around to updating their webpage, as people are slowly trickling back into that area.

    It’s wonderfully refreshing that there are more sailing-related exhibitors, this year.

    Boat shows can be fun. Back in high school, I knew friends who went to comic book conventions (attempting to find work). Some of them, in later life, now go to computer conventions. (Boring.) But, man, there’s nothing like a boat show. (And one doesn’t need to bring one’s dice or pocket protectors.)

  • At Anchorage

    Every now and then I just have to vent about the ridiculous fallacies that people create about sailing. So, since I’m living in a land-locked town where ranting and raving about sailing myths with coworkers is like complaining about dust storms to someone from Minnesota, I choose to vent here.

    1) Sailing? It’s expensive! It can be expensive, but it’s not nearly as expensive as Matt’s flying lessons. And my sailboat isn’t nearly as expensive as a plane, in terms of initial purchase cost and maintenance costs.

    2) But you can’t sail if you’re not on the coast. It’s true that you can’t sail in a $60,000 sailboat if you’re not near a significantly large body of water, but I wouldn’t want to sail a $60,000 sailboat, anyway. Two former sailing club members once won an award for proving that one can sail in a flooded cornfield.

    3) Sailing is hard. Yeah? Sailing a $60,000 boat by yourself is hard, and I admire those guys who solo sail these ships from port to port because the people who bought them don’t know how to sail them by themselves. I’ve never understood why people make their lives so complicated by purchasing things they don’t know how to operate.

    Plenty of people find ways to make their sailing economical. One way is to not be a part of a “yacht club,” as the following authoress suggests.


    “. . . Sometimes when returning to Safari–loaded with two bikes, groceries and a newly filled propane tank-we probably look like the Beverly Hillbillies on their first trip to California. But our trusty dinghy gets us around. Even if we could afford to be at marinas all the time, we wouldn’t want to be. Life in the anchorage is rich and rewarding and much more interesting.

    Now that you know a little about what we’re doing as cruising sailors, the next time you’re in a waterfront town see if you can spot one of us. We’re the ones wearing the boat shoes that have seen better days, hats with saltwater stains, and we’re probably carrying an old knapsack. (And if we’re carrying a lot of groceries, you might consider giving us a lift back to the dock.) We’re there for as long as we want to be-as long as that town holds our interest. We may be alone or possibly traveling with a group of other boats. Whatever we want, it’s our decision and in this cruising culture, we have the luxury of time and the freedom to enjoy it. . . .”

    from http://www.sailnet.com/collections/cruising/index.cfm?articleID=suelar021&coll_cat=Underw
    ay&Coll_name=Getting%20Underway

    At this site, she also lists Cruiser-Friendly Towns on the East Coast.

    Cruiser-Friendly Towns on the East Coast

    In our travels we’ve discovered that certain towns value the cruising sailor and even go out of their way to make you feel welcome. Here is a list of towns and cities that put out the welcome mat and encourage a visit. (As we have not yet had the opportunity to stop in every waterfront town and are sure there were some great towns we missed, this list is by no means complete.)

    Fernandina, Florida - Here are helpful friendly people in a wonderful old small town.

    Beaufort, South Carolina - Beautiful, historic town, this is one of the nicest places to walk around on the coast. There is a courtesy car if you stay at the marina.

    Charleston, South Carolina - This is a fascinating harbor of so many rivers all meeting together, incredible shore-side homes and vessels of every imaginable kind sharing the waters.

    Georgetown, South Carolina - This very friendly town sees that a complete welcome package including a listing of all the town’s services is brought out to your boat at anchor.

    Beaufort, North Carolina - These guys really want you there. The town’s maritime museum makes a truck available for a 2-hour period to any cruising sailor. It also has a wonderful nautical library.

    Elizabeth City, North Carolina - The “Rose Buddies” welcome every woman to town with a fresh-cut rose and for every night that there are 5 boats or more new to the dock, they put on a wine-and-cheese party. To top this off, free dockage for your boat-not just your dinghy-is provided.

    Hampton, Virginia - Ian, the dockmaster of the Hampton public piers, is one of the nicest, friendliest, most helpful guys you will find on the coast. He’ll go out of his way to help you whether you’re out in the anchorage or paying to stay at his docks.

    Annapolis, Maryland - There is dinghy access at the end of every waterfront street in Annapolis, a great place to spend a few weeks and check out the back creeks.

    Newport, Rhode Island - Here you’ll feel the history of the America’s Cup and enjoy some of the most spectacular mansions in the world-a very cruiser-friendly town.

    All of Maine - Virtually every town has a free dinghy dock and many have temporary free tie-up for your boat, as well as free water-a wonderful place to cruise.

  • Redneck Yacht Club

    When I lived in the Midwest, there was a little cove on the far shore of the nuclear power plant reservoir, where everyone who had a gasoline-powered boat would go. As we sailed by the cove, I could see their rafts around the peninsula, and even if I couldn’t see them, I could hear their music from across the lake. One of the boaters told me, “It’s always a potluck.” It was hard to convince my fellow crew members that this was actually a good thing. “Look at them! They’re just trailer homes on pontoons!” they scoffed. (You’d think I’d suggested dining with anteaters.)

    It’s true. A houseboat is merely a trailer home without its trailer. But there’s no denying that some people know how to live it up. I’d take a potluck over Evian and granola bars any day. Being a snob is hungry work.


    “Redneck Yacht Club”
    Craig Morgan

    I’m meeting my buddies out on the lake.
    We’re headin out to a special place
    We love that just a few folks know.
    There’s no signing up, no monthly dues.
    Take your Johnson, your Mercury or your Evinrude and fire it up.
    Meet us out at party cove.
    Come on in, the waters fine.
    Just idle on over, and toss us a line.

    Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
    Strung together like a floating trailer park.
    Anchored out and gettin loud
    All summer long side by side there’s five
    Houseboat front porches astroturf,
    Lawn chairs and tiki torches.
    Regular joes rocking the boat; that’s us.
    The redneck yacht club.

    Bermuda’s, flip-flops, and a tank top tan,
    ‘Popped his first top at ten a.m.; that’s Bob.
    He’s our president.
    We’re checking out the girls on the upper deck
    Rubbin’ in 15 SPF.
    Its hot; everybody’s jumpin’ in.
    Later on when the sun goes down
    We’ll pull out the jar and the old guitar
    And pass ‘em around.

    When the party’s over, and we’re all alone
    We’ll be making waves in a No Wake Zone.

  • “So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish!”

    The weblog of the ship Forty Two can be found at http://sv-fortytwo.com/. Matt and I sometimes ponder boat names, and I thought this one was quite profound and cute at the same time.

    I wonder if anyone’s named their home Deep Thought.



  • The Log of Kyeta

    Their logo is “Ultimate Freedom.” What a wonderful web log!


    Log of Kyeta
    (http://tatekicharters.com/triplog/index.html)

    Their log of adventures is full of funny stories, such as the following:

    “. . . One evening after dinner and cleanup Denny was sitting in the cockpit with his eyes closed. I had been at the bow of the boat and went up to sit for a spell. I came up the steps to see what I thought were grease spots all over the port side cushions and stern. I thought the wind generator was leaking oil or something. Denny didn’t know anything about it his eyes had been closed but he had heard a splash and thump on the hull but thought it was just a big wave. It wasn’t grease, it was too slimy – but what???? We noticed a number of large fish swimming around the boat, the purplish/black splats covered the area from the stern swim ladder up the wind generator pole (about 3 feet) across the cockpit cushion down the galley steps to the floor between the sink and nav station- a distance of about 20 feet in length. Lots of speculation but no definitive answer. It washed off with laundry soap and brush. Weird! Come to find out – on the Cruisers Net – that it was probably a squid that had been frightened by a larger fish. Yuck!. . . .”

    from http://69.5.25.80/triplog/2004_04_01_archive.html#108121434293413812

  • Loaves and Fish

    Before we moved to California, my dad used to go to church with us. It was kind of a compromise, really. When he was off on Sundays and not working, we’d all sit in a pew and listen to the Homily.

    My dad is not a reverent sort, and he often made comments to me during the Homily — things like, “If that poor man didn’t have any clothes except what he was wearing, the king should not have punished the man for coming to the wedding poorly dressed, when he invited him in the first place.”

    I happened to agree with my dad. Which is why I didn’t require anyone wear anything specific to my wedding.

    I always remember, though, his interpretation of the loaves and the fishes.

    While the priest was expounding about the wonder of God, in that He provides for everyone, my dad nudged me and said, “People brought their own food. What was left in the baskets was their leftovers.”

    I personally agree with him.

    I believe the miracle was the generosity of people, when the need arose. People who had food happily shared it with others, so that plenty was had by all, with even more to spare. The people who shared, did so quietly, so that it seemed a miracle. And it wasn’t, really. There are good people everywhere, who say little but do much.

    My car’s alternator broke again last week. My neighbor was sitting outside getting one last smoke before going to work, and he stopped to help me jump my car. Did he perform a miracle? I’d surely say so.

    When the apostles returned, they reported to Jesus what they had done. Then he took them with him, and they withdrew by themselves to a town called Bethsaida, but the crowds learned about it and followed him. He welcomed them and spoke to them about the kingdom of God, and healed those who needed healing.

    Late in the afternoon the Twelve came to him and said, “Send the crowd away so they can go to the surrounding villages and countryside and find food and lodging, because we are in a remote place here.”

    He replied, “You give them something to eat.”

    They answered, “We have only five loaves of bread and two fish — unless we go and buy food for all this crowd.” (About five thousand men were there.)

    But he said to his disciples, “Have them sit down in groups of about fifty each.” The disciples did so, and everybody sat down. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke them. Then he gave them to the disciples to set before the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.

    – Luke 9:10-9:17 NIV

    There is no mention that Jesus performed a miracle. In fact. . .

    The Pharisees came and began to question Jesus. To test him, they asked him for a sign from heaven. He sighed deeply and said, “Why does this generation ask for a miraculous sign? I tell you the truth, no sign will be given to it.” Then he left them, got back into the boat and crossed to the other side.”

    – Mark 8:11-8:13 NIV