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cool. the Ultimate is on lake Diefenbaker. You should trailer over! pretty close really.
Here Comes The Night
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Not THE sunset, per se. But taken at sunset in Noumea on race night.
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Shirley Heights, Antigua.
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Moonrise on the Mississippi last night
Max Rockatansky
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I didn’t take this pic, but I was anchored in the same bay and saw the green flash pictured. Salt Pond, Thompson Bay, Long Island, Bahamas:
Rasputin22
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Room at my dock for you tonight Max. Just did some Navy Beans and Ham in the Insta-Pot. Just bring the bread...
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Thanks! We are tied up at Turner’s. She made some dim sum style ribs in the pressure cooker, here’s the basic recipe... no need for the beef stock tho
https://www.hippressurecooking.com/tender-soy-braised-pressure-cooked-beef-ribs/
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Blowing pretty good here on Cotton Bayou this morning, Christobal could have been a real sleeper as people didn't seem to consider it a real threat.
Just across the bayou on the beach from us:
Poor dude who just came down the Tombigbee from Chattanooga didn't seem to do to well with salt water. He ran aground at Ft Morgan about half hour into the Gulf four days ago and couldn't seem to get any sort of real salvage effort together. Probably just as well or he would have foundered offshore in Cristobal.
Just across the bayou on the beach from us:
Poor dude who just came down the Tombigbee from Chattanooga didn't seem to do to well with salt water. He ran aground at Ft Morgan about half hour into the Gulf four days ago and couldn't seem to get any sort of real salvage effort together. Probably just as well or he would have foundered offshore in Cristobal.
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While I was checking the local webcams this morning I checked in with our municipal Osprey Cam just behind our fine local library. Much to my surprise the nest looks to be standing room only this season with THREE fine looking chicks well on their way to fledgling.
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Hard to tell, but I think I saw that boat across the Dog River from us. That’s a sadness
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Yeah, he spent a couple nights at the restaurant dock there an befriended a fireman who did some drone photography of the boat there. Boat is probably buried in the sand now.
I was preparing my old trimaran for my first big sailing adventure in New Orleans. A fresh faced kid came down the dock who had spotted the dozen or so cases of beer my two college buddy crew were stowing below and he knew at a glance here was a boat that was going someplace! It was pretty obvious that with all the provisions that were getting hustled below that he gave it his best shot and asked where we were bound. I told him we were shoving off the next day for the Virgin Islands and his face just lit up. He offered his services as crew right on the spot and grabbed a case a beer and asked where he should stow it.
I said, 'No so fast young fellow, I have my crew already' and pointed out my long time friends. He said that such a large boat (42' trimaran) I surely could use a fourth crew. I asked just what role he might assume as crew because indeed both my crew were real greenhorns and I had limited blue water experience myself at that time. He told me proudly that he would be glad to serve in the role of Navigator and at first I was relieved because this was going to be my biggest challenge as it was pre-GPS and my Dad had bought me a cheap Davis plastic sextant and given me a crash course in its use. I had an old ancient HeathKit Radio Direction Finder but no knowmeter or log so it was going to be a real learning experience for me along the way.
At this point I invited the kid down below and offered him a cold Dixie beer and continued my interview with him. He told me that he had just successfully delivered and served as navigator for a cruising sailboat down the Mississippi River from Chicago with an older couple. He was only a couple of years younger than me and my crew and a stoutly built Mid-West farm boy was my guess and I could see why the older couple had welcomed him onboard. I asked him how he thought river navigation would be of benefit to us on our offshore passage to the Caribbean Islands. He seemed a bit puzzled at my remark and I asked just how he had managed to keep the boat in safe water going down the river. He said that he just kept it between the red bouys and the green ones...
I told him about my first deep water sailing trip on an old Danish trading schooner crewed by a bunch of likely drug smuggling hippies that I joined in Progresso bound for Vera Cruz. I was so excited to be on a real sailing ship on a real voyage that I didn't pay much attention to who was really in charge of the vessel. We all pitched in and sweated the heavy spars and canvas aloft and even had time for a bit of target practice with a rusty old .22 revolver sinking empty glass milk jugs. I almost put a round through my bare foot which did a lot to bring me back to reality. As the sun began to set there was still no clear watch assignments and I didn't see anyone in the pilot house attempting to keep a dead reckoning of our course and things were pretty lax. I finally asked the guy who seemed to have the most seamanship abilities who happened to be at the helm as the sun set and I asked how they kept track of their position and made good a course for out destination.
The guy just laughed and announced to the rest of the crew that the 'new kid' wants to know how we navigate. They all winked at each other and the stoner skipper (I think it was he) said that on board that proud ship they used a navigation technique known for centuries by the term, 'LOL-LOR-POR'. I was clueless to what he was talking about and since it was the heyday of LORAN and I heard the LOR in his system I ventured that must be some latest variant on LORAN even though it was being phased out at the time.
That got a good laugh from the gang and the skip threw an arm around my shoulder and said in the finest Captain Ron manner, 'Kid you need to remember this carefully because I'm only going to tell you once that it stands for "LAND ON THE LEFT or LAND ON THE RIGHT and if neither of those apply then resort to PRESS ON REGARDLESS"
I had learned a bit since then and declined the pier head jumpers offer to navigate for us and left him with that bit of wisdom.
File this under 'Sea Stories'
Funny thing is that we met up with him about 2 weeks later in the Out Islands skippering a big motoryacht and apparently doing quite well for himself! He even invited us over to the big fancy stinkpot for a nice chef cooked dinner! As we left the boat that night he thanked me for the LOL-LOR-POR story as that method had been working quite well for him so far...
I was preparing my old trimaran for my first big sailing adventure in New Orleans. A fresh faced kid came down the dock who had spotted the dozen or so cases of beer my two college buddy crew were stowing below and he knew at a glance here was a boat that was going someplace! It was pretty obvious that with all the provisions that were getting hustled below that he gave it his best shot and asked where we were bound. I told him we were shoving off the next day for the Virgin Islands and his face just lit up. He offered his services as crew right on the spot and grabbed a case a beer and asked where he should stow it.
I said, 'No so fast young fellow, I have my crew already' and pointed out my long time friends. He said that such a large boat (42' trimaran) I surely could use a fourth crew. I asked just what role he might assume as crew because indeed both my crew were real greenhorns and I had limited blue water experience myself at that time. He told me proudly that he would be glad to serve in the role of Navigator and at first I was relieved because this was going to be my biggest challenge as it was pre-GPS and my Dad had bought me a cheap Davis plastic sextant and given me a crash course in its use. I had an old ancient HeathKit Radio Direction Finder but no knowmeter or log so it was going to be a real learning experience for me along the way.
At this point I invited the kid down below and offered him a cold Dixie beer and continued my interview with him. He told me that he had just successfully delivered and served as navigator for a cruising sailboat down the Mississippi River from Chicago with an older couple. He was only a couple of years younger than me and my crew and a stoutly built Mid-West farm boy was my guess and I could see why the older couple had welcomed him onboard. I asked him how he thought river navigation would be of benefit to us on our offshore passage to the Caribbean Islands. He seemed a bit puzzled at my remark and I asked just how he had managed to keep the boat in safe water going down the river. He said that he just kept it between the red bouys and the green ones...
I told him about my first deep water sailing trip on an old Danish trading schooner crewed by a bunch of likely drug smuggling hippies that I joined in Progresso bound for Vera Cruz. I was so excited to be on a real sailing ship on a real voyage that I didn't pay much attention to who was really in charge of the vessel. We all pitched in and sweated the heavy spars and canvas aloft and even had time for a bit of target practice with a rusty old .22 revolver sinking empty glass milk jugs. I almost put a round through my bare foot which did a lot to bring me back to reality. As the sun began to set there was still no clear watch assignments and I didn't see anyone in the pilot house attempting to keep a dead reckoning of our course and things were pretty lax. I finally asked the guy who seemed to have the most seamanship abilities who happened to be at the helm as the sun set and I asked how they kept track of their position and made good a course for out destination.
The guy just laughed and announced to the rest of the crew that the 'new kid' wants to know how we navigate. They all winked at each other and the stoner skipper (I think it was he) said that on board that proud ship they used a navigation technique known for centuries by the term, 'LOL-LOR-POR'. I was clueless to what he was talking about and since it was the heyday of LORAN and I heard the LOR in his system I ventured that must be some latest variant on LORAN even though it was being phased out at the time.
That got a good laugh from the gang and the skip threw an arm around my shoulder and said in the finest Captain Ron manner, 'Kid you need to remember this carefully because I'm only going to tell you once that it stands for "LAND ON THE LEFT or LAND ON THE RIGHT and if neither of those apply then resort to PRESS ON REGARDLESS"
I had learned a bit since then and declined the pier head jumpers offer to navigate for us and left him with that bit of wisdom.
File this under 'Sea Stories'
Funny thing is that we met up with him about 2 weeks later in the Out Islands skippering a big motoryacht and apparently doing quite well for himself! He even invited us over to the big fancy stinkpot for a nice chef cooked dinner! As we left the boat that night he thanked me for the LOL-LOR-POR story as that method had been working quite well for him so far...
Keith
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Rasp, you need to write a book...
as always, great stories.
as always, great stories.
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I am, you guys are my proof readers... Thanks!Rasp, you need to write a book...
as always, great stories.
I could write a book (or at least a chapter!) based just on that one trip down in the Bay of Campeche. It must have been Cristobal last week that dredged up the memories of that early adventure. The guys that had the old Danish trader had bought her from the DEA up in Wilmington, NC. She had indeed been a drug boat and been confiscated full of weed. Actually a guy had bought her at the Drug Auction with no intent to ever go anywhere with her. He had her towed to a spot along the river bank with a small jetty and he let her sink in the mud back there and just lived on the hulk. He did have the main salon fitted out more like a disco than anything on a proper boat and he would just bring some fresh bimbo he would pick up at the bars each weekend. His story to them was about his big around the world trip on his big yacht and they probably saw little more of the boat over the weekend than the overhead above the circular rotating captains bed! He would kick them on come Monday morning and start with a fresh girl the next weekend.
Details are coming back to me now...
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