When you get to be my advanced age there is a milepost every other day. Today could have been my 57th first wedding anniversary. But the good thing is that I had to prove my age to the security screeners at the airport. I am allowed to keep my shoes on since I am over 75. This reminds me of the warning I received from my twin brother when I informed him from Durban in 2007, on his 70th birthday, that when he turned 75 I’d be 65 because I would be going back one year for every year I spend at sea. He told me that I’d be needing him to buy my drinks if I dropped back below 21.
To follow up on the previous departure announcement: I will be giving a presentation, on the Dutch shallow draft sailing barges, on Friday Sept. 9 from 2.30 until 3.30 and on Saturday the 10th, on my SoloMan adventure, from 3.450 until 4.45 pm. Besides my two daughters and family there are a number of friends who plan to come and see me off on Saturday. I plan to give a “Bon Voyage” party after the presentation. “Fleetwood” is still on the waiting list for moorage in the Cap Sante Marina. Tentatively, I plan to also have a get together here at the Arabella’s landing Marina on Tuesday evening the 6th of September. I have updated the “Fleetwood” Wish list, for the equipment I need to outfit for the long voyage. Several of the major items have been purchased/donated. But as you will see there are quite a few still to be procured. Take a good look, please. Also I really appreciate any counsel on the choices of navigation and communication questions I have on this list from my fellow off-shore cruising readers.
California was a (hot) blast. I made new friends and enjoyed very much being among sailing friends in familiar places. Alameda where I spent about three weeks preparing “Fleetwood” in March 2005. And in Santa Barbara from where I left for the Marquesas at the end of April 2005. The “SailStice” fun for all at the Encinal YC was an exciting place to be.
I flew to San Francisco on a buddy pass from ex-second wife Laura and rented a car for the drive to and from Santa Barbara. I had planned to spend a few more days visiting old and new friends in the Los Angeles area but the timing and the heat cut that to just Monday afternoon. “Sixt” rentals, where I have had very good prices and service from in Holland earlier this year and last year, turned out to cater to the muscle car affecionados. But when I was ready to go back to the airport the manager made me a deal on a Chevy Equinox with 500 miles on it. What a sweet car to drive and the a/c performed well on Monday afternoon when the thermometer for the outside temperature climbed to 115 Fahrenheit. Santa Barbara is where I became a father when Lisa was born there on April 18, 1964. She was baptized in the Franciscan old mission church, where all the fathers were applauded at the 9 a.m. mass on Sunday. Perfect place and time. I had the best lunch ever for $1.80 per Taquito at Lily’s Taqueria on Chapalla street. The below pictures were taken at sunset on Sunday with the unusual colors because of the forest fire. I turned 180° to take the moon rise.