I wrote this about a month ago in July, so some of the references are a little off.
"Ha-ha, it bugs you, doesn't it?"
Kristen just chuckled. She hadn't been in the shower for more than half a min...
Here it the short version, as short as I could make it, which is not terribly short, of our housing situation since arriving in Seattle.
First, primo, we lived in a long term hotel. It was only tw...
Raise your hands, who likes searching for a job?
Yeah, me too. I find it boring, mindless, intimidating, frustrating, and it makes me want to aimlessly wander around in circles. So how can we ma...
"I will destroy you!", says Annie.
"I have to poop! I will destroy you!"
"You! Yes you, five hundred feet away! i have to poop and I WILL destroy you! And poop!"
Or so we think that is what she i...
In Patrick O'Brian's novel, Letter Of the Marquis, one of the two main characters, Steven Maturin, is walking several miles to meet up with his friend Jack. Along the way, he meets a gentleman who ...
We left Cabo early at 8 am. Ha ha! Who am I kidding, we barely had the coffee on by then. After making scones, doing final deck and cabin prep, trying to toast stale peanuts and not really improvin...
The winds picked up a little earlier today. Kristen turned on the engine during her three to six am watch, and we were able to set the jib flying and turn off the engine around ten this morning. He...
Since last night we have been motor sailing, a combination of using the sails for stability and some drive, and using the engine to keep the speed up and provide continual thrust through the waves....
The day started similarly to the couple of days before it, with a list of things to get done prior to departure. Several things were still on the list; buying last minute groceries at the outrageou...
At ten in the morning, Thursday, the port captain will visit Mango to check us out of Mexico. After that, we will set sail with our eyes towards San Diego. We anticipate the trip will take about th...
