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I have forty-five miles to go today. That will take at least seven hours and there are only about nine hours of daylight here at this time of year. Timing the passes is not an issue since the currents are expected to be slight and Active Pass will be in flood until afternoon.
Where am I going? I have not decided for sure. Maybe Granville Island, maybe Bowen Island.
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I found a little wind along the way, but once I entered Active Pass, the wind was either against me or too weak to sail, so I motored as I headed due north from the Pass towards Vancouver.
When I awoke, the wind had picked up and I made it to the entrance of the Queen Charlotte Channel on a close reach, topping 7.5 knots at times.
As I reached the line between Point Atkinson and Bowen Island, the wind shifted onto the nose and I had to fight upwind in gusty conditions to make Snug Cove.
I arrived at Snug Cove just at dusk and tied up. I had Doc Morgan's on my mind for supper and a beer, but when I walked up, I found a sign, "Closed for January," on the door, and wandered up the street to another eatery, had a Stella, and returned to Cassiopeia.
I had a light supper of an orange and mixed nuts and went to bed early.
The expected rarely occurs and never
in the expected manner.
Rain fell all night and the boat rocked gently at the dock. I slept soundly.
As the day brightens, the wind on the Strait is blowing hard, judging by the motion of my boat here in the farthest corner of Snug Cove. Gusts from the Channel are even making it all the way in here.
I'll be leaving here and sailing/motoring over to Vancouver sometime today, I figure. I have yet to check the forecasts and see what they have for me in the way of a place to tie up
I'll have a shower before I go and things should calm down by noon.
Here is the marine forecast. Hmmm.
Windguru offers three forecasts and although all show east and southeast winds, none show anything over thirty knots in gusts, so no worries.
I have no rigid schedule. The Boat Show is on until Sunday and this is Thursday. I had thought to go this afternoon and evening, but I may decide to delay a bit.
I decided to leave around noon and motored out of the cove and into the Channel in pouring rain. The wind out there gusted from the north at two knots to fifteen and soon I was moving downwind at eight knots, on just the genoa. So much for the forecast SE winds.
At Point Atkinson, the wind died and the fog settled in, but I could see the far shore and the ships anchored in English Bay, and I started the engine and the rest of the trip was uneventful except for a pain in my back and side. The wind picked up as I approached my destination, but was easterly and too much on the nose and I was in no mood to tack, so I continued to motor the rest of the way.
When I arrived, Cooper had no place for me, other than a $75 slip on the far side of the channel, so I anchored in False Creek.
By then, I was too tired to want to go to the boat show and rain was pouring non-stop, meaning I would get wet mounting the outboard and travelling in and back, so I made a vegetable stew and had a nap. Rainy days are made for sleeping.
At four, I roused, tidied the cockpit and brought in anything I was afraid might disappear during the night and locked the dinghy. Before I did that, though, I bailed out four or five inches of water that accumulated since I left Sidney a seeming eternity ago. They don't call this the Wet Coast for nothing. That's my day and it was a good one.
Next, I'll sleep, watch some video, and sleep some more. I'll eat some vegetable stew and maybe some fruit, but I am not hungry and will likely end the day with another 1,500 calorie deficit.
His lack of education is more than
compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.
I spent a quiet night at anchor. It rained all night on and off again and the dinghy had several inches of water again in the morning.
At home, the day looks dull also, but warmer than the recent week. That is a good thing, since I worry that cold weather would burn more coal and make more ashes than I expected.
I had breakfast, waited for the rain to stop, then put the outboard onto the dinghy and motored over to Granville Island. Some friends happened to be in the office so we had a reunion, then I went over and looked at a Jeanneau 36 with Aaron.
Then I met up with my brother, Ron, and we had lunch at the sandwich shop. After he left, I rode over to the Dome with Colin and spent the rest of the day in sessions and looking at boat equipment. My plotter is acting up again, so I am looking at new electronics.
At eight, I caught a ride back to the office with Colin and Samantha, found my dinghy and returned to Cassiopeia.
Tip the world over on its side and
everything loose will land in Los Angeles.
I checked my furnace first thing (right) and see that the auger did not start and that the lower auger is bare. Oh, oh!
I called Carolyn and she will be going over to check.
She did and she started the auger, looked into the firebox, and confirmed the fire was lit and the ashes are still low. All is well.
After that panic was over, I motored over to Granville Island in the dinghy, stopping to look at the Jeanneau with Aaron again.
After that, I maneuvered in behind all the docks and tied up out of the traffic, but right near the office. In my dinghy, I am invisible and come and go as I please.
Everyone was busy there, so I motored east, back down False Creek to the Dome, tied up on the back of the SeaBus dock, walked up the ramp past the half-hour long lineup of people waiting to catch the jitney to Granville Island, and entered by the exhibitors' entrance, flashing my borrowed company ID.
I took in a presentation about running rigging and wandered the exhibits, interviewing various competing exhibitors about furnaces, chart plotters and radar. Sometimes I talked to the same people and they told me a different story. Hmmm. I'm not sure I am much the wiser.
I bought another boat hook -- seems that the staff 'borrow' them or the clients lose them -- and a dinghy emergency kit and by seven, I was getting weary. One hour to go, and the exhibitors were looking really tired, so I found my way back down to the dock.
By then, the crowds were gone. I motored back to Cassiopeia in the semi-darkness of nighttime in a city and climbed aboard my private castle on the water and started the engine to charge batteries. The furnace uses battery power, so that is a daily necessity. I get hot water as a bonus.
Since the furnace at home seems to be okay, the ashes are low, and Carolyn waters the plants as needed, I am thinking I should stay longer. I do have business to do that cannot be done in the confusion of the Boat Show. I need to have some quiet talks with various players before too long, so maybe I should extend my visit. I'll be exchanging some beautiful weather in Alberta, for rain in British Columbia by the looks of things, though.
We are the universe contemplating
Overnight, rain came and went, tides rose and fell, and breezes blew from all points of the compass. I slept well and felt no bumps in the night.
We all moved around a lot last night. Looking out, I was closer to my neighbour than before and I see that two nearby boats made close friends during the night. At left are my night tracks recorded during my False Creek stay.
Today is the last day of the Boat Show. I have some planning to do and I'm deciding if I want to go over there for more than a few hours. Everything closes at five, anyhow, and by then everyone is worn out, some exhibitors have left, and the exhibits are being packed up.
I have noticed lately that the cockpit speakers were tinny and weak, so I popped a speaker grille to take a peek. Uh-oh. Time for new speakers. The stereo on the boat is fairly new, but has no iPod connection or Bluetooth, and that is what clients want, so I figured it is time to go shopping.
I dinghied over to the Dome and tied up again, then found and bought a new stereo for the boat and some other small items.
Dawn was going home to Sidney tonight and was wanting to catch the five o'clock ferry to Nanaimo, where she had left her car. She asked me to drive her to Horseshoe Bay, so we took the company van and off we went.
I got back just as the show closed, so I waited for Max and Murphy at the van, gave them the keys, recovered my dinghy and motored back to Cassiopeia.
While I waited for the guys, I called Carolyn and asked her to check the ashes in the morning. I am definitely thinking I need to stay another day or two.
When I got back, I lay down for a short nap, then opened the boxes of stereo parts. I began changing speakers, but the terminals did not match and darkness was falling, so I had supper and watched video.
I started on The Third Man, a 1949 classic, but after a while decided to take a break. I checked my phone which was on charge at the time and found I had missed messages from Colin suggesting supper, then, later, breakfast tomorrow.
He also suggested I take a ride down to Seattle tomorrow with him in Acquila, the new power cat, leaving at ten. If I do that, I'll have to shuffle things around -- fast.
It is 130 nautical miles and the boat goes seventeen knots, so the trip will take about eight hours, minimum.
Be extremely subtle, even to the
point of formlessness.
A reader suggested that being out in the cold might account for some of my rapid weight loss when I go out skiing and snowkiting. Here is a doctor who agrees: Cold Weather May Help You Lose Weight
I was up at four, ate, then lay down again and slept until seven.
Carolyn called and the furnace is fine. Colin texted. He is on the Sky Train on his way in. Says to bring the big boat in, but does not know where yet. I'm not going to lift the anchor until I know where to go. I'm happy here, anchored in False Creek.
Colin texted that I can tie at the Sea Bus dock at the market so I tied Cassiopeia up and we had breakfast. I ate eggs when I got up at 0430, but had a three-egg ham and cheese omelet with potatoes and toast now. That is not exactly on my diet, but what the hey? Hope it lasts the day.
I decided not to go to Seattle. I have things to do here and will extend my stay a day or two, but motoring south all day, even in a brand-new power cat, does not especially excite me and the prospect of figuring how to get back by bus or train sounds tiring. As I said earlier, I am already tired today and I have things to do.
After breakfast, Colin and I wandered back to the office and met up with an electronics guy who turned out to be a boat designer and we wound up discussing his drawings of a boat Cooper is planning to build.
I went to the docks and asked Dave if a slip had opened up. Nope, our docks are still plugged up with display boats from the Boat Show, so at the moment I am back on Cassiopeia, waiting for a slip to open up and installing the stereo and speakers. I'm thinking also of having a nap. I have yet to reschedule my flight.
I did cancel the flight. A slip opened up, so I took the outboard off the dinghy in preparation for lifting the dinghy onto the deck, motored over to G22, and docked neatly beside Corus. I tied up, lifted the dinghy, and got to work on the stereo again.
I don't know where the day went, though, I was still installing speakers at 1700. The original speaker holes were the wrong size -- slightly small -- and had to be rasped larger and the mounting screws did not match up. New holes had to be drilled.
Finding the correct drill bit took several trips up the dock to the shop and on one of those trips, I got volunteered to help drag in a stalled boat and there went a half-hour or more. Interestingly, we used the boat that Aaron had been trying to sell me as a tow boat since it was handy, having been brought in earlier.
The big second breakfast omelet did last me until supper and for supper, I just had soup and canned salmon. Fatsecret tells me every day that I am eating a thousand or less calories than I am burning so I'll be interested to see what I weigh when I get home. I don't have high hopes, since my weight bounces around, but would not mind a pleasant surprise. I do feel smaller.
By 1800, the speakers were installed. Considering that they are the premium speakers in that line, I expected them to sound better. Maybe I am just not turning up the volume enough. They look like good speakers, with big magnets.
By then, I was done for the day. I did dishes and tidied and quit. I'll go to bed early and sleep in tomorrow if I can.
It is good to be tied up here at Granville Island, but when I look for entertainment, it seems that nothing is happening here on Monday nights, especially in January.
I finished watching The Third Man (IMDB | Rotten Tomatoes). The plot was nothing special, but the camera work was amazing. Black and white. 1949. Rated as a thriller. I found it to be a drama. If you liked Casablanca, highly recommended.
Baseball is 90% mental, the other
half is physical
I'm in limbo, in the colloquial, not theological sense. I cancelled my flight, I have things to do. I have no sense of time except that it is passing quickly, yet, at the same time, slowly...
Most of the necessary procrastination, other than writing this diary entry, is complete and I am unsure whether I'll go home today or stay another day. I don't want to be under pressure, so I'll just do everything necessary, pack, reserve a flight and catch the Sky Train to YVR. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. Who knows? I don't.
I still have to slide the new stereo into place and hope that I don't need to do any more wiring. I also have to complete the maintenance list for Dave and meet with him. Then I have to get fuel, pump the waste tank, tidy, and pack.
It is dull here, but beautiful with periods of rain and a Scotch mist. I took the boat over to pump the waste tanks and to fuel up. Looking out into English Bay I was tempted to keep going and spend the night in Snug Cove again, or maybe Gibsons, but duty calls and I returned to the dock to finish my work.
At home, it looks like a Chinook day, judging by the cloud arch. Kiting will be good and the day warm.
From here in a bay in a damp city in a rainforest my weeks of skiing and kiting a month back are a distant memory, but they were intense experiences at the time. I'll have to get back in the swing of winter when I get home.
Snow will be melting at home today. I hear my driveway is pretty well snowed in, but Carolyn has been coming and going and reports that all is well.
Changing browsers is never simple, but it seems I must. The biggest issue is moving bookmarks and passwords and remembering small differences in the interface.
GWX Control Panel has a new update available.
You must not think me necessarily
foolish because I am facetious,
By the Chinook arch in the clouds to the southwest, I see the the Chinook continues and also see that the new snow is melting fast. Heavy rain is predicted here today. Tomorrow looks like a great day for kiting back home.
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I recommend the podcast linked above. It is very refreshing to hear rational voices in matters that have become obscured by dogma.
There are, indeed real issues, like the acidification of oceans and other water bodies, overfishing, deforestation, and the various byproducts of human overpopulation, but they not as simple as the popular (mis)understanding of GHGs.
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I finished installing the stereo and wonder why I did not do this sooner. I was immediately able to break free of the constraints of broadcast radio and play podcasts and streaming audio through the entire boat.
I gave up on the shower drain and turned that job over to the staff.
Packing up, as always, took far too long, but I was ready at 1740 for Colin to drive me to YVR.
Not too long after, I touched down at YYC, retrieved my van and drove home. I stayed up until after midnight, then went to bed.
The engine which drives Enterprise
is not Thrift, but Profit.
I'm home today and I weigh 221.6.
I had a doctor's appointment at 1100, so I drove to town. The appointment was a disappointment. We have no permanent doctors right now. We have locums. (Or should that be loci?)
I was hoping for a fresh, young doctor with lots of enthusiasm and good ideas. When I phoned, I was given a choice of a woman or a man, and of course I chose the woman.
Maybe not. Since I passed sixty-six, the medical system treats me differently. Perhaps this is due to my age and the assumption I am past my 'best before' date, or maybe our system is going to hell generally and that money is short and people overworked, but I get the distinct feeling I do not matter...
I bought groceries and returned home, did some tidying and then took out a kite seeing as the day was up to plus eight and the winds were up.
I am tired today, but went south and put up the 8.5 metre Concept Air. The winds were very gusty and twisty and before I could get my skis on, I was thrown on my head. I wear a helmet and that is why.
I did then get the skis on and took a ride, but was thrown onto the ground three more times, and could not get upwind to return. The snow was sticky and the wind went from nothing to full-on from different directions, making kite handling difficult. I am starting to think that my location here is too gusty. There are good reasons we kite on lakes. There are no obstructions to cause turbulence and no hills or mud.
I returned to the house and made supper. The Usual Suspects appeared on time and we had a meal of chicken and broccoli, parsnips, and salad, with cantaloupe and ice cream for dessert.
I ignored my diet, ate 100% of my RDI, and finished off the mickey of vodka. After everyone left, I cleaned up, leaving some mess for the morrow and watched Grey's Anatomy.
I've gone into hundreds of
[fortune-teller's parlors], and have been told thousands of things, but
nobody ever told me I was a policewoman getting ready to arrest her.
I was up early, but went back to bed until nine. I weight 225 (red dot) today, not that I really care to admit it.
What to do today? I have many choices. One is to go to Gull Lake and see Jean and family, and of course, I could spend all day here cleaning and fixing. My shower is leaking water downstairs and I suspect it is the drain. I really should fix that.
I could also hit the mountains, but I think I'll leave that for another day when I am more prepared.
Jean says they are thinking of Nakiska tomorrow. Sounds like a plan.
I recently realised that Carolyn is able to manage the furnace as well as the plants, so I showed her how to handle the ashes. We emptied the ash sump, then, after she left, I took out four drums of ashes so there will be drums on hand when needed.
Hauling the ashes out on a sledge behind the 4X4 took about an hour and gave me a bit of a workout. It was pleasant working outside. Temperatures were just above freezing, an ideal temperature for working outdoors when properly dressed, the sun is out -- and the wind is not blowing.
I fiddled with my old iPad, one of the originals, and my old Galaxy Tab. Both are obsolete and no longer upgrade apps or the O/S, but are like-new and work well.
My thought is to transfer the website at www.cassiopeiax.com to a tablet, remove everything else except the browser and leave it on the boat as a sort of manual. The Apple system does not make that easy. Android may be easier.
I went to bed around 2330.
On the whole human beings want to be
I woke up at 0330 and realised that I was not sleeping well, so I got up for a while to clear my head and reset.
The next cycle through, I got up, had two eggs and sat down here. I've slept four hours and plan to make that eight with any luck, but need a break from the hard work of sleeping.
My plan is to go to Nakiska today to meet up with Jean and family, but first I'll go back to bed and finish the job of getting adequate Zs. Eight hours would be nice, but I want to see at least six and that means minimum of two more. At 0428, that would take me to 0630 or later. I should leave for the hill by nine.
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That worked. I fell right asleep and awoke at 0835, making my full quota of Zs. Now I have to get going if I am to meet he others before noon.
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I weigh 223.0 this morning.
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It's 0915 and I am about ready to go, but I always wait a while before leaving even if I am packed. I don't like to just wake up and drive. Sometimes, like today, it takes me a while to wake up.
I drove to the hill and met up with Orams around noon. Mckenzie and I skied together and had a great time in the moguls up top and cruising the corduroy below. My new skis carve well and the snow was great. There were a few icy patches, but we navigated them easily.
Around three, we all quit and drove home. I was thinking of going to their place for the night, but when I got to Airdrie, I decided that I'd go back home to the schoolhouse and maybe go to Gull Lake tomorrow. I had left my kites at home and I would hate to be there without them if the wind is up -- and the predictions look good.
Well, the forecasts for Gull looked good this afternoon. Now at bedtime they look less good (4 to 13 knots) and Jean tells me the snow is crusty on the lake. Four knots is the absolute minimum for getting my biggest kite off the ground and crusty snow can be treacherous skiing. Crusty snow can also sometimes cause cuts or scrapes if one falls.
No tyranny is so irksome as petty
tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and
I slept poorly compared to some nights, but did manage eight hours. My weight has dropped 0.4 lbs since yesterday.
What shall I do today? I get a whiff of smoke every so often, so suspect it is time to clean out the chimney. The conditions at Gull Lake look more promising and, being weekend, today is a good day to visit.
Maybe I'll start by going back to bed.
I think I'm going to Gull Lake. Was there ever any doubt?
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Apparently there was. I decided to stay home and relax. I'll tidy up, nap, catch up on things, and maybe burn some more boxes. I'll check the chimney and generally organize things.
I tidied the kitchen, did some deskwork and decided to get back to burning boxes.
When I got out there, I found almost enough wind to kite, but I really want to clean the yard and am encouraged because I have been making progress. Looking over all the various things I could do today, burning is probably the most satisfying thing I can do right now, so I got to work.
I worked steadily for three hours and wore myself right out carrying boxes and pallets, but I got a lot done, probably three times what I have done on any other day, and I can now see definite progress. There are days of work remaining, though.
As sundown approached, I let the fires burn down. By morning, there will just be ashes, nails and frame rests. In the meantime, there is no fear of spread.
Intellectuals solve problems;
geniuses prevent them.
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