This Is Ridiculous Again
Posted 07 January 2013 - 01:57 AM
Posted 07 January 2013 - 12:23 PM
Reid is ahoying quite a bit on FakeBOOK... Surely there has to be a plan in the works that will keep our favorite drifter from joining the ranks of the employed. Funny that there wasn't a write up on the sail back to the USA. Wonder why?
Probably no write up because the infamous "1000 Day At Sea" site looks dead in the water.
Posted 07 January 2013 - 08:02 PM
Posted 07 January 2013 - 08:36 PM
Perhaps the Hovians have changed tack. If they dont continue to act like a pack of rabid dogs, defending grifter Stowe and his travelling sideshow, then perhaps the "step up, step up to the greatest show on earth" billboards might achieve some credibility, and sucker the naiive into throwing a coin or two into the hat. .
TTT, I know you have had some trouble in your life lately and I am sorry to hear that. Have you ever considered that your endless vitriol about Reid is because you are unhappy with your life? Just askin'.
Posted 08 January 2013 - 03:32 PM
Posted 27 February 2013 - 10:09 PM
At last, a real job for Reid. http://www.bbc.co.uk...onment-21603490
Hasn't he been there and done that?
Could he drop off Soanya on the moon? Are there any Australians on the moon to send her back?
Would this become the 1000 Days Drift Analogous Voyage
What about the worm?
Posted 27 February 2013 - 11:39 PM
.......my favorite......... “Look Dad, the stainless steel fittings you made 35 years ago are still strong. They are almost the only thing on the schooner that has not broken.” Dad smiled and looked around. Soanya busily cleared the galley and packed food to take to Greensboro. Darshen ran back and forth from bow to stern and Dad said, “No running”. I said, “Dad, the halyards and lifelines run along the edge of the boat and Darshen knows he is not supposed to go near the edge of the deck or even touch the lifelines. I can’t stop him from expressing his playful energy.” We watched Darshen running and bouncing like a frog. “We are home Dad. We are here to be with you”.
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Our little family and the trusty schooner have returned home. The schooner rests peacefully on her river of birth, the Cape Fear River. Soanya, Darshen and I are in the family home in Greensboro.
We had a great voyage home. Besides our stop over in St. Thomas VI, we never lowered a sail the whole voyage. The winds blew out of the NE all the way to the mouth of the Cape Fear River.
We had some tech savvy delivery crew with us in the VI and when they opened their computers to Passage Weather, the weather maps showed four days of contrary winds and squalls. They decided they didn’t have time to deal with that. So they jumped ship and caught the next plane home. That left us with only Jennifer, who had never been to sea before.
Despite the contrary weather forecast, we were eager to get to sea and deal with what ever nature sent our way. It was late November and the huricane season was over. We motored twenty miles offshore, turned off our motor and drifted on a beautiful blue sea and enjoyed the view. Black rain squalls arrived from all directions and we milked them for a few miles at a time. During the night when all was pitch black we decided to heave-to and let the wind blow. When the wind picked up, we took off for North Carolina averaging 150 to 180 miles a day. During a momentary calm Soanya saw a big fish swimming by our underwater window and called out to me. I grabbed my fishing line and with my ever present partner, Darshen, by my side, I quickly pulled two Mahi Mahi aboard. Darshen squealed in joy and fear and ran back to the cockpit where he energetically did his happy dance, jumping in place and waving his arms.
A stiff wind picked up again and we continued on our 330 degrees course back to North Carolina. We were heading home to leave the schooner indefinitely to help Dad adjust to his new life without his wife, Anne, of 60 years. Her framed picture in the pilot house gave me solace and courage and I knew I was doing the right thing in her eyes.
The wind died completely as we approached the mouth of the Cape fear river. A heavy blanket of fog blocked our entrance, but as we motored forward it lifted and let us under. It was a great surprise to be met by my Uncle Bill and Cousin Bo as they drove up in a speedboat. We anchored across the river from Southport and they ferried my Dad and sisters out for a visit and Jennifer to the airport.
We still had twenty miles to sail up the river to Wilmington, so at dawn the next day we caught the tide up. We landed on the dock December the fifth. That was the day I was aiming for, my mother’s birthday. It was also the day my brother Bobby and I arrived home on the last voyage of the catamaran Tantra 38 years ago. I don’t know how these things happen, but they make the milestones in life memorable and magical.
Dad climbed aboard the schooner Anne and we all enjoyed a warm December sun. “Look Dad, the stainless steel fittings you made 35 years ago are still strong. They are almost the only thing on the schooner that has not broken.” Dad smiled and looked around. Soanya busily cleared the galley and packed food to take to Greensboro. Darshen ran back and forth from bow to stern and Dad said, “No running”. I said, “Dad, the halyards and lifelines run along the edge of the boat and Darshen knows he is not supposed to go near the edge of the deck or even touch the lifelines. I can’t stop him from expressing his playful energy.” We watched Darshen running and bouncing like a frog. “We are home Dad. We are here to be with you”.
Ed. Note: More pics and blogs from Guyana coming soon as well as how Reid and family adjust to a "normal" life!
Posted 28 February 2013 - 12:25 PM
CAPE CANAVERAL, Florida (Reuters) - A nonprofit foundation wants to recruit a man and a woman - possibly a married couple - for a bare-bones, 501-day journey to Mars and back that would start in less than five years, project organizers said on Wednesday.
Posted 28 February 2013 - 01:11 PM
Here is the latest on the 1000 days website:
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Testing manual image FTP to ../stories/guyana folder
While I am happy they all made it safely home (without apparently killing or endangering anyone else along the way), I really miss the entertainment value of this thread.
Posted 01 March 2013 - 04:47 PM
The search is on for a couple to train as astronauts, for a privately funded mission to Mars. But wouldn't any couple squabble if cooped up together for 18 months?
Posted 01 March 2013 - 11:07 PM
Rand stumbles away through the rosebushes in his hobnail boots.
Darshen does his happy dance.
Suenya standing on the riverbank clutching a "seasick" belly "But Reid, you promised........" Dóh !
And Reid rows away, leaving Suenya to look after dad.
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