Full

The blog is full.
No more photo room.
Full of a bunch of crap memories, trips, friends and laughter.
Off to start a new one.

Off To Prisoners!

Three day weekend ~ Yay!
Unfortunately we couldn't head out this afternoon, but will leave first thing tomorrow morning.
Or as soon as our friends arrive...
Off to Prisoners Harbor with 876,349 lots of other boats!

Kayaking ~ Yay!
Toe rail to toe rail boats ~ Yay!
Hiking ~ Yay!
Anchor drills ~ Yay!
Loads of friends on their boats out there ~ Yay!
Loads of friends on their boats out there ~ Yay!
Food & wine ~ Yay!
Lots of radio chatter ~ Yay!
Fishing ~ Yay!
Other fishermen ~ Yay!
Fun ~ Yay!

Yellowbanks!

Yes, we untied the boat.
Yes, we motored on out to the islands.
Yes, we even put the anchor down.

Here is where the "a picture is worth a thousand words comes in":
And here is where I steal Doug's color altered photos instead of putting my less than exciting pics up...

There.
Just saved myself from 4000 gifts of gab.
And you from having to read my drivel.

Prisoner's this weekend!

Finally on The Water!

This "winter" or "wind season" as I am now going to call it, seems to have finally broke.
Yay!
Now it's June Gloom.
Fog.
Gray.
Dreary.
And drippy.
But I will take it over 30+ knots of wind.

So a day sail was in order.
But let's do it on someone else's boat.
You know, one that is easier to rig and actually un-tie from a dock?
HA!
First you have to talk your friends into driving several hours to bring the boat.
Then step the mast and rig it.
Susan and I managed to sneak away and let the guys to this...
Then put it in the water.
Once again we snuck away!
Then remember how the running back stays are supposed to be rigged.
I was there for this, but Susan...?

Then sail.



And watch our friends sail by.

And smile.

Something's Missing in California

Or in my life.
A fulfilling job?
A full bank account?
Friends on the dock other than a gillnetter, squid light boat owner, Vessel Assist?
People who make sense?
Or Nun Booze.

I think it's just the Nun Booze.
Or a bad Friday.

Memorial Day ~ Typical

Well, it's notoriously windy here in the Santa Barbara Channel on Memorial Day Weekend.
Gale warning the entire weekend.
20-25, gusts to 30.
25-30, gusts to 40.
So no island trip this year.
Instead?
A crazy ride on Vessel Assist's black inflatable on Friday afternoon.
Going 35 knots in the slop coming in from the 30+ on the outside.
AIRBORN!
Yikes!
Donuts!
Yikes!
Flying off of the waves!
Yikes!
AIRBORN AGAIN!
Yikes!
Heart pumping...
Ok, enough of that.
On to the rest of the weekend.
Wind. Wind. Wind. Wine. Dinner. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Cleaning. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Movie. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wine. G-Dock Party. Yacht Club Friends. Wine. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind.Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wind. Wine. Wind. Wind. End.

Haul-Out

Days:
Too many.

Used:
6 gallons of bottom paint.
A bunch of prep & repair materials.

Had done / Jim did (remember, I did nada):
Fiberglassed over a bunch (Jim would know the exact number) of through hulls.
Bottom sanded & painted with anti-fouling paint.
Repaired t-bone hole on starboard side.
Repaired tsunami crunch on port side.
Buffed hullsides.
Removed scum line from just above the waterline.
New strainer for generator & watermaker intake.
Removed old toilet plumbing because... we now have one and soon to be two composting heads (more on this later, but in meantime, check out Nature's Heads).
Uh, what else?
Not sure, but it was a lot.

We provided:
Money into the somewhat sluggish boatyard economy.
Money into the local hotel and restaurant businesses.
Rain shelter for golf carts.

Floating!

Yes, we are back in the water!
Yes, our damages were repaired!
Yes, new bottom paint!
Yes, through hulls glassed over!
And on, and on, and on...

Then: Time to put the dirty boat back together!
2.5 million tools tossed about.
Dirt everywhere.
We are halfway there...

But first...
Time to celebrate our 16th anniversary!

Further Interruption

Complete and utter interruption.
Full-on life interruption!
Tomorrow we do this:

"Meerkat" goes to the spa.
Gets her damages fixed.
A bit of a face-lift.
A bunch of bottom paint.
A huge amount of cash out-flow.

Another Commercial Break

Once again, time to interrupt this boring, tedious, too long with too many pictures and details re-cap of vacation heaven for something.
No rescues at sea this time.
Well, except for Ed getting airlifted off of "Blue Max" a few weeks ago, but really we aren't going to talk about that!
This time it's a commercial!
"Thistle" is for sale again!

I'm sorry, but did I read that price right?
WHAT?
I did?
Holy crap.
I'm very curious as to what he did with the boat.
Did he rip out the interior and re-do it?
Install a new engine?
New mainsail?
Replace the countertops?
New cushions and mattresses?
He better not have taken out that table Ron Whately made us... grrrrrrrrrrr.
Install 24k gold faucets?
What?
Really, what?

And on to Arenal!

Well the boots on the fan trick worked.
I was able to put dry boots on to protect my sprained ankle.
Yay for Jim's creativity.
And now off to Arenal!
Volcano #2 on the list.

A wise decision was to drive down the hill to the highway and avoid as many sharp pointy gravel roads as possible.
Remember, we had no spare tire...
Or any good tires for that matter.

Stopped at Cafe Macadamia and Lucky Bug for snacks and shopping.
And bird viewing.
And internet.

And then the huge disappointment of the trip...
Our favorite gift shop from our prior time in CR, Toad Hall was boarded up and closed!
With squatters squatting in the breezeway.
Ugh.

Still raining with no signs of it letting up, so selected a hotel based upon it's 14 thermal pools.
Arenal Paraiso Hotel & Resort!
What else are you going to do in the rain?
Sit in thermal pools!
Oh yay.
Works for me.

But first ~ supplies, shopping and lunch!
It to La Fortuna for all of the above, including this feast.

Ok, food!
Beer!
Wine!
Snacks!
Giant bugs!

Giant bugs?
Aaaaggghhhh back to the foo foo hotel.
With the incredible thermal pools.
Flowers.
Rooms.
Beautiful ceilings.
Did I mention the thermal pools?
Laundry service.
And a sloth in a tree!

Rain Tenorio National Park Hiking

So our plan was to get to Tenorio Park really early to beat the crowds on the trails.
Ah ha ha ha ha.
Ha.
It was pouring rain.
What crowds?
Plus we had to drive an hour on what was now the worst gravel, sharp rock, pot-hole filled road to date.
Up, up, rocks, stream, bridge, up, rocks and more rocks.
Finally up to the park.
And we were the first ones.
Actually, I don't even think they were open yet.

A basic, hand drawn map of the park was handed out.
Weird things in jars were on display.

And off we went hiking in the rain.
Me, looking quite like Big Bird...
I had a backpack on and a jacket tied around my waist with a yellow rain poncho over the entire ensemble.
Good thing there were no crowds...

Back to the rain.

In fact, it would probably be better to describe this day in the exact words in my travel log:

Good trail, bad, trail, rocks, puddles, slippery mud, squishy mud, gooey mud, boards to walk across, stepping stones, no stepping stones, rain coming down, I look like a flippin idiot (or Big Bird), up, down, rocks, roots, hanging bridge, not blue rio :( too much rain? More rain, two logs to walk across, luckily with a cable to hold onto, more squishy mud, now all of our shoes are covered in mud and our socks are soaked, I'm done! Crap it's pouring, not hot spings, this is crazy and we really need to get back across the river and here come all the other hikers - have at it! Beautiful waterfall, but good lord the steps going down, half way down and yes, this time I am really done! But wait, we still have a kilometer to go! AAAGGGGGHHHHH!

Funny on how the way up the trail we were so careful to not step in the giant puddles and squishy mud.
Ha.
On the way down?

Who cared...

We had to wash our shoes at a spigot.

Wet squishy socks and hiking boots.
Mud everywhere.
Ugh.
Beer.
And back down the gravel road from hell, singing "We are the Champions" at the top of our voices accompanied by Queen.

Thanks for the theme song for the day Freddie and friends!

More rain.
Hora feliz.
Cheese.
Crackers.
That pate shit in a tube.
More rain.

Had to take everything out of Jim's wallet / money belt and lay out to dry.

Had to hang my boots on the fan overnight.

An adventure in paradise.