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Digestive problems, gas, and congestion interfered with my sleep off and on all night and was up several times during the night. Finally, I took two Benadryl, one aspirin and a melatonin and slept well the last few hours.
We were up with the dawn and left the dock. The engine again needed the ether to start, and had used a little oil running at max RPMs but by now had proven itself reliable.
Mary wanted to take the outside route, but I decided on the more sheltered route inside, knowing we would take the intense outflow winds from Howe Sound and large swells on the beam for a short distance, but then ride the wind and tides the rest of the way. We'd also pass Snug Cove and Horseshoe Bay and have places to hide if need be. Going outside, there was no way to know what we would encounter and there was no refuge if conditions worsened. Our lee shore would be barren and steep.
Although I was aware of a vague headache and slight joint pains, I felt fine and knowing we would be in rain much of the way, I dressed more warmly and was very comfortable at the helm in spite of having no shelter.
When we turned onto the downwind leg, we had a perfect opportunity to sail but Mary wanted to be at the helm and I gave her the watch. She pressed on under the engine. When I asked, she was afraid of broaching.
When we arrived at the Burrard bridge, I took over, motored in, found the slip, and tucked in without issue.
While I was tying up and attaching the shore power, Mary disappeared, leaving a mess in the fridge, taking my broth, but leaving her squash soup.
As crew, she was a big help, but if I were an examiner, I would have had to flunk her. She argued with my every decision, went on a port tack when I said starboard, hurried the voyage, insisted we motor on after dark (although we did not) and did not assist in putting the boat away at the end of the cruise.
She was okay as long as she had her own way, but did not respect her captain. I wonder what Dawn had told her her role would be. I was told she was crew. She seemed to think she was supposed to be the skipper.
I still have a touch of whatever was affecting me -- a mild headache and vague aches -- so I lay down in the afternoon, then made a stew.
That was my day.
Nature has one path
only, and you cannot travel along it more than once
I'm up at 0600. I slept better, but I am still feeling a bit punk.
I have to get to a bank today, finalize the purchase, and decide where to go from here. My plan has been to stop to ski along the drive back home, but I have been away from home now for just a little under three weeks. I'll have to see how I feel once I finish my business here.
I'll stay here tonight at least and maybe tomorrow or part of it.
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Dave asked me if I want to deliver the Vision 44 to Sidney and I said yes. The boat is at Milltown Marina, so I drove over there while waiting for my four o'clock bank appointment, met the owner, and inspected the boat.
I went to the bank at 1600 and met with Vicki to set up an account for the boat corporation. It is a big deal these days and takes a half-hour.
I then parked the van at Burrard Civic again and walked back to Cassiopeia.
I had supper and spent the evening on board.
place I write you will expect that part of my “Travels” will
This morning, we need to inspect the sails and I have to service the forward shower sump pump.
Steve and Sam came by and we pulled out the sails just as the rain began. Steve is a sailmaker and had great ideas on how to repair and improve sails. I have noticed the sails on Cassiopeia are much better sails than those on other boats I've sailed, so they are worth saving even though they have some wear points and damage.
I found I could not bank online, which I need to do to finish my purchase transaction, and called the bank. I got the phone maze brush-off.
Don't businesses understand that this sort of inaccessibility is unacceptable?
At any rate, I eventually got a callback from the clerk and was told I needed to go into the branch again and sign another paper. I already spent two hours and went to some inconvenience yesterday just to open a bank account. I said if I go into a bank branch in regard to opening a business account again this week it will not be TD Canada Trust -- and if I have to do that I'll take all my business elsewhere, too.
Amazingly she said that the papers would be brought over to the marina and a while later, there she was on at the marina ramp. I signed and that was it. Sometimes it pays to put your foot down.
The day turned bright and clear so I decided to motor ten sea miles over to Snug Cove and have supper at Doc Morgan's. The Union Steamship Company Marina also has an excellent Laundromat and by now I was ready to do laundry.
I arrived there around sundown and tied up in my usual spot, tidied up and walked up to Doc Morgan's. Supper was a large bowl of soup and three excellent Whistler lagers over a few hours.
Writing makes a map,
and there is something about a journey
I woke up at 0236 and decided I would stay up and make a stew. I did that and had breakfast. While I was cooking, I had a revelation. I had been wondering about my odd experience with my crew. I realise now that I may have been set up.
She interviewed me thoroughly as we drove up to Powell River and as we left the marina on the first leg of the trip south. In the course of conversation mentioned she was never married, but considering it and asked me if I would get married again. I said, no, probably not, but who knows? I am not about to get married just to get married. Maybe she was?
These thoughts dawned on me after a phone conversation mid-afternoon yesterday with the owner of the 44. He called because he was wondering when I would be coming to move the boat and I had to explain that it was not my decision, and I have to get back home as soon as I can wrap up my business here. Dave assigns these tasks. I'm just the delivery captain -- when assigned.
Among other things he tried as inducements to get me to go over was mention that he knows lots of single women my age and would introduce me. When asked on our previous encounter, I had said that my wife died some time back. (He had grilled me about myself, much the way Mary had, only with less time to do so).
At home, the pond is starting to melt. In an average year, it clears on my daughter's birthday, Saint Patrick's Day and that is two weeks away.
I returned from Snug Cove around noon, motoring against winds of up to 32 knots and tied up at H21 again.
Once back, I tested the shower pump and, finding it would not suck well enough to do the job, and pulled it out one more time, disassembled it and finding nothing out of order, put it together again. I installed it again and this time it works. Next, I'll test it by having a shower.
The shower pump works. That is $400 saved.
The afternoon was rainy and for the most part I stayed in. The way I generate this site is antiquated and I keep expecting new web standards to break it. I've intended to try Wordpress again to be more likely to meet code standards and have an upward path, so I installed a trial copy and played with it. WP is still far from intuitive.
I suppose I'll figure it out, but each blog or CMS seems to have different terminology and admin layout, with the most obvious and necessary initial setup steps buried and poorly explained. Moreover one recommended add-on cheerfully began demanding a separate login and suggested payment before I even got to the setup pages.
CIPU. (Clear If Previously Understood).
Let your mind start a
journey thru a strange new world.
At home, the grass is greening, there is runoff on the pond and the Chinook Arch is almost overhead.
Colin was running a boat maintenance session this morning and I went over to see. He was showing how to polish a boat. Been there, done that.
I had installed the stereo last trip out, but every time the power was shut off, it lost its memory. It turned out the red and yellow wires were switched in the original installation I had connected to, so I spent some time fixing that.
I arrived here in Vancouver early on Wednesday 24th,so I have been here ten days and although I hope to leave on Monday, who knows?
I walked over to Steveston Marine and bought a variety of small items, including two more LED cabin lights, a bilge pump for the dinghy to replace the one I dropped overboard when anchored in False Creek last visit, waterproof USB/12V plugins to install in the cockpit, and a replacement shower pump strainer. I stopped at West Marine and the grocery store on the way back to check unsuccessfully for switches I had not been able to locate yet, and more groceries.
Arriving back, I filled out papers for the corp again and had two beers at The Vancouver Fish Company restaurant near my boat.
When I got to the boat again, I was exhausted and went to sleep for an hour and a half. Is there something wrong with me?
Traveling is not just
seeing the new; it is also leaving behind.
Colin has an offshore clinic this morning at 0900 and said I can audit. Since we may be going south to Mexico this fall, maybe I should go.
I went, then had lunch with Colin at the Net Loft. After that, I returned, filled the water and patched the dodger crack with Gorilla transparent tape. I got a so-so result. The hole is repaired, but the repair is not invisible.
I walked over to West Marine first, and then Steveston Marine to buy switches for the shower pumps, then stopped for a few groceries and returned to the boat.
I've been away from home now since the thirteenth. My plan was to go to Mammoth and after that my ideas were vague. South, north, east? I did not know. After Mammoth I drove to Aliso Viejo for a few days and then drove up here in a day.
My idea was to be here for a day or two to finish some business, then drive through BC and ski along the way home.
Now, as of Tuesday, I'll have been here two weeks, if we include the time in Powell River and Snug Cove.
Believe me, my young
At home, I see it is a dull day and the furnace is running.
My plans, so far:
Hmm. I can see I'll be here tomorrow, too...
Colin and Aaron turned up around noon and explained that the BC government is backlogged with PST registrations. This has been the holdup in completing the purchase will and the resolution may take days or even weeks, so we have to find a workaround.
I finished installing one shower switch and had a shower. It is nice not to have the duckboards floating up while showering or having to stand minutes holding the switch to drain the pan.
I walked over to West Marine and Steveston Marine again to return some items and get new toilet hinges to replace broken ones, bought some fruit and stopped for a beer on the boardwalk, then changed the toilet hinges.
My business is still not concluded.
Ideals are like
stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like
the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your
guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.
My business is still not concluded.
I managed to complete some of yesterdays' list. Here is the remaining list:
At home, it seems the bin auger may be running out of coal within reach and may need to be moved a bit. I'll have to call Carolyn.
I did and she fixed the problem.
I finalized the purchase of Aqua Libra, soon the be named JUSDOIT. That took two weeks. Colin and I chatted and I am going to Baltimore to look at a salvage job. A boat was run onto the rocks several times and is for sale. Colin has a shop and people to do the necessary repairs, so we may make a buy if the price is right.
So, I called home and asked Carolyn if she can hold the fort until April and I'll be flying tomorrow if the plans work out. Still figuring...
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I booked my flight for tomorrow at 1000, arriving at YSB at 2000. Done deal. Sudbury, Burlington, Round Lake and Baltimore, here I come.
A good traveler is
one who does not know where he is going,
I'm up early and getting ready to go. I checked in and Air Canada had me booked on the worst seat on the plane, so I changed that to a middle seat further forward. Not good, but not the last seat in the last row.
At home, the day begins with fog and later this week, the temperatures will be warm. My bees sit neglected, but they have food and will be fine. I have to figure out a mite treatment at some point, but for now, they are fine. In fact they may be better off not being molested.
Dave B. drove me to the SkyTrain and soon I was at YVR, at the gate, waiting for my flight.
The four-hour flight was routine. I watched all of The Big Short. This was a very well made film and, allowing for artistic license, accurate. I recall those days very well and followed that trainwreck in real time. I even travelled to Cape Coral and looked at the homes on sale at amazingly low prices.
I then began watching the latest Start Wars film, but soon gave up on it. It had the same nasty hard edge and grungy look that has become popular in the Hunger Games, etc. and I could tell that it has lost the spirit of the original series.
On landing, I turned on my phone to find once again that Air Canada had cancelled my connecting flight. Not only that, they had rebooked me on a flight two days hence! I was in shock and called them to get a better flight. They moved me up to the afternoon of the next day.
I had the option of staying overnight in a hotel, rising early, and standing by on a morning flight or renting a car and going visiting. I chose the latter, rented a car and drove to Burlington to visit John and Jill.
On arriving at the off-airport rental site, I discovered the car rental company required proof of liability insurance, an unscrupulous trick that allows them to ding unsuspecting travelers with spurious charges when they arrive at the counter after some considerable inconvenience.
I got a car and drove to Burlington, then spent the evening chatting with John.
I haven’t been
everywhere, but it’s on my list.
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