I slept soundly until 0627, got up and had a glass of water. There is no coffee on the boat and the shops are closed: Pedro's until eight and The Market until nine.
I checked my BG and got 7.7, wondered about the accuracy and got 7.4. Another try moments later got 7.0. The trend is in the right direction, but they should all be the same or very close. My normal is around 6.0 to 6.2.
It'll be a while until the shops open, so I'll have to wait for breakfast and coffee.
I assumed it was the typical Bavaria problem: marine growth at the lower bearing (left) in the steering tube but others figured the problem was the autopilot. The other possibility was the top rudder bearing (right), seeing as I could see leakage down the shaft and rust (left). I oiled it well, but that did not solve the problem.
We spent more time isolating the issue, but I decided my first guess was correct and I sprayed half a can of WD40 down the steering tube boot and that solved the problem immediately, much to everyone's amazement.
I should have just done that in the first place, but I tend to believe other people and go along with their ideas. Now I can get back to my original plan and that was to prepare for Tuesday.
We are doing a refit on Baja Magic and they have cut open the flooring, expecting to find ribs needing strengthening for the new, deeper keel. There are no ribs and that is a surprise to us all. Now, we are just waiting for the new keel to come from Mexico state.
I walked to The Market for lunch and had a burrito, then returned to do some reading.
Colin was going to meet me in the afternoon, but had to go out on a rescue mission. Someone had left without enough fuel and had run out near Bowen island.
I think this guy is wrong, too, but then I think everyone is wrong, myself included. He's not simply wrong about saving the planet -- the planet in no way needs saving and the whole notion is preposterous -- but wrong simply because these topics are far too big and nebulous and multi-dimensional for anyone or any group of humans to understand with our limited senses and reasoning. That given, he might be a teeny bit right. Thus my quote of the day...
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Mainly cloudy. Wind becoming southeast 20 km/h gusting to 40 late this morning. High 17. UV index 6 or high.
Tonight Mainly cloudy. Clearing late this evening. Wind east 20 km/h gusting to 40 becoming light near midnight. Low plus 3.
I'm up at 0521 and expecting a ride to Shelter Island at 0620. I'm to captain a 50-foot sailboat back to Granville Island this morning. It turns out we have to install and raise the sails and the boat has to be launched before we start downriver.
As the time approaches, this is looking more and more like a bad idea. I have to be back here and ready for my students by three. I already discovered what would have been justification to condemn this boat for school use yesterday, and remedied the issue, but have not examined every inch of it yet. I'll be going over it stem to stern with my students later today, but would have been better spending the day here on the boat, preparing, than out on the water.
Well, here I am back at Granville Island. Andy and I were waiting at the office when Patrick arrived at 0625. He said he only had room for one, so Andy and I drove Andy's car to Shelter Island instead of riding with Patrick.
We had breakfast, then went to the boat we were to deliver. Patrick was there with a crew and said now that the boat would not be in the water and ready to go until eleven and that meant there is no way I'd be back at three to greet my students. I'd be on my back foot from the start.
I left Andy at Shelter Island and drove his car back to Granville Island and here I am waiting for the office to open and make coffee. Maybe I'll just wander up to Pedro's. I have the whole day ahead of me to get ready for company.
The day went by getting ready for the course. I was reviewing details and making sure to be ready. The cleaning crew came and washed the boat and cleaned the interior.
There are a lot of small details to remember and a procedure to follow so I had reading to do. This time I received better support from the office and a package of instructions and forms.
I kept in touch with Andy by phone as he returned from Shelter Island.
My students arrived at three and we got acquainted, then got to work looking over the boat from stern forward. The groceries arrived at four and the crew stowed it away. I left them to it. At six we went for supper at the Vancouver Fish Factory and the evening was free. I went o bed at eight-thirty, having been up since just after five.
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... have not been destroyed, women will still be oppressed.
Simone de Beauvoir
I woke up a bit after midnight and did a bit of study and organizing, then went back to sleep until 0610 when I heard sounds of my crew stirring up forward. I'm still tired, but feeling fine.
We have a lot to do before we leave the dock. Our departure will be by 1030. Destination is Plumper Cove.
We left at eleven-thirty. People wanted to wander the island to buy inflatable personal floatation devices (PFDs) and we were not ready until then.
We motored out of the Creek and into the Bay. Once the fenders and lines were off, we headed for Point Atkinson. Before long, we discovered that Cori was getting seasick, so we modified out plans and decided that we would stop at Snug Cove and get some Transderm, a 5/8 inch adhesive dot of that is placed behind the ear .and does a fine job of preventing motion sickness.
Everyone walked up town and C was able to get some Transderm. She and Br went to Doc Morgan's, but then met the rest of us at the pizza restaurant up the street.
From there, we walked back to the boat and studied from the book until nine and called it a day.
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to set the frontiers of our destiny.
I woke up at one and wrote here a bit before going back to bed, then slept until six, got up and went to the showers. By seven everyone was up and showered and breakfast was underway.
At the moment, I feel as if we are behind, but we do have four days ahead of us, so assuming C is well today, we will work on catching up.
We left Snug Cove and turned south towards Georgia Strait. WE had bit of wind and started sailing practice. Soon the wind died and we dropped the main and started furling the genoa. It stalled halfway and we found the upper bearing was seized. I called the office and they said to go to Gibsons, drop the sail and try lubing the bearing. We left the sail as-is and motored. Then, as we rounded Cowans Point, the wind picked up and we were out into swells. We figured out how to pull the sail out enough to sail and carried on, sailing.
Our course was to sail to Collingwood Channel and around Keats Island, past Plumper Cove, and on to Gibsons. We sailed out on a starboard tack, then back again several times as the students learned to hold a course.
C was feeling better with the Transderm patch, but now B was feeling ill. Everyone was learning, but slowly. We did some sailing circles and finally rounded Cape Roger Curtis and entered the Collingwood channel. The wind followed us down the channel a ways and then died.
We dropped the main, then started to furl the genoa. It was still jammed halfway in but after some effort we managed to lash the sail so it would not thrash and destroy itself.
B docked Andiamo beautifully at Fishermans Wharf and we tied up. As it turns out he showers and washrooms are out of commission, but might work later.
B and T went uptown for Transderm for B and I put the outboard onto the dinghy and went to the other marina for some bearing lube. Everyone came back and we learned that B2 and C, apparently, without previous arrangement, had set up a date to go ashore with friends for supper, so off they went. The rest of us had an excellent supper of BBQ salmon and steaks, corn and potatoes. After supper, B and C went for a cruise in the dinghy. When they retuned, I had a nap.
I awoke at nine, and we chatted a while and then we were off to bed. The others had not yet returned.
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for a man to lose all faith in his own abilities for the prosecution of his work.
Johann Gottlieb Fichte
I woke up three, dozed a bit and got up for a while. Then I went back to bed and slept until six. I was the first up.
We had breakfast and contemplated the day. The sky was overcast and the wind gusted occasionally but conditions otherwise were calm. After we paid last night, we were told the showers were not working. but would be this morning. That never happened.
Cori wanted some warmer clothes and went up town, returning with a rain suit for me as well. We studied a while then cast off for Plumper Cove. We practiced sailing in light winds on the way over, then anchored several times. Next we practiced docking.
Cori had been reluctant to be much involved this far, but decided to take the wheel. We did several rounds, then on the third, she turned suddenly and we touched the only rock in the bay. We heard a clunk, but were not stopped or slowed, so I assume it was a glancing blow on the bottom of the keel. These boats flex, so I trust no harm was done, bit we will find out when we return to Vancouver.
We did some slalom through the mooring field and set sail for Halkett Cove. An hour later, we arrived, lowered the anchor, set the anchor, and had supper.
Now everyone suddenly got interested in studying, so I am in my cabin, leaving them alone to work.
I downloaded an anchor drag app from Google Play seeing as I had left my GPS somewhere, probably Mexico. The alarm only went off a few times overnight. We hardly moved.
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I woke up a few times during the night and checked the position. We swung a bit, but not much. A few swells from passing boats rocked us from time to time.
I woke up at six-thirty and found the sky overcast and rainy. We studied for a few hours, then raised anchor around noon and motored out in alight drizzle.
Once in the open, we had enough wind to sail, so I turned the boat over to the crew and went below for a nap. They blundered about and soon figured things out without having me looking over their shoulders and available to answer questions.
The wind died and we had lunch, then motored back to Snug Cove and tied up at the Union Steamship Marina at two-thirty. Brock had offered to pay the $65 dock fee to tie up overnight rather than anchor again. I don't mind.
We arrived and everyone headed for the showers. Next the students have to write the exam.
They wrote the exam and everyone passed. The lowest mark was 80%.
After we marked the papers, we all went to Doc Morgan's for supper and returned to the boat at eight-thirty.
Tomorrow is the last day. We'll be back by three and off the boat by five. My plan has been to go to Sidney and spend some time on Cassiopeia. I have not had any luck finding a ride over, so may have to take the bus and ferry.
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his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.
We're tied up at Snug Cove this morning. By tonight, at five we will be tied up and finished at Granville Island. Between now and then, we have a lot of work to do. Everyone passed the exam, but we still have the Pleasure Craft Operator's Card (PCOC) test to do and some sailing performance objectives to cover.
The day is sunny and bright and that always makes for a good day on the water.
We did practice docking, then went out into Howe Sound and did sailing circles and crew overboard drills. That could have gone better, but we got it done.
Bob took the helm and we motored back to Granville Island. On the way, I drilled them on the material for the Pleasure Craft Operator's Card and they wrote the test.
I'll stay on the boat overnight and decide tomorrow what comes next.
Here is an interesting story (left).
I went to bed around eleven.
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I'm decompressing from the trip and cataloging the things wrong with this boat, Andiamo. For one thing, the propane detector won't let me light the stove and there is no propane leak. This has been preventing my making breakfast.
Finally it allowed me to light the stove and I made eggs, then the alarm went off again and turned off the stove.
What will I do next? I had planned to go to Sidney and that is likely what I'll do. I thought I'd cruise on Cassiopeia, maybe down to Roche Harbor in the US or up to Ganges, but I have just spent a week on a boat. Do I need another week on a boat? Besides, going to Sidney means packing and taking the bus, Skytrain, ferry and a cab. I'll finish cleaning up this boat and pack and then decide.
I see it is going to be hot at home. Maybe I should be there.
I called Rick and he is in Abbottsford, not Sidney, and will be here at GI this afternoon so we'll talk. One of my reasons to go to Sidney was to talk to him.
Right now, I have to pack up the leftover food and pack myself. My present plan is to be out of here by tonight -- unless I stay and ride over to Sidney Wednesday with Rick on Last Tango.
By mid-afternoon, I had decided. Rick had still not arrived. I gave the open food to Nicole and took the unopened items to the office, dropped my bags at the office, and caught the 50 bus to the Village Skytrain station.
I missed the first train, but took the second. At Bridgeport, I had missed the bus by six minutes. The next was in forty-five minutes, so I waited.
We made the five o'clock and I was in Sidney two hours later. Rick had given me the dockhand's number and said he would be at the Surly Mermaid with Eric, another instructor, so I went in and found him, had a beer and walked down the dock. Cassiopeia was at the very end of G dock today, about as far out as one can go.
I opened the enclosure and went aboard. What a relief to be home!
I unpacked and went to the shack to find my other items. I had trouble with the lock, but Dawn happened to be returning from a ride in her boat and assisted.
I walked to Fairway and bought groceries, then returned.
I'll be in bed soon. I have my sleeping bag, but no pillow. I'll have to improvise.
I saved my work and went to bed at 1049.
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I woke up at 0408 and realised that I feel great. I'm not congested. I'm not tired. I'm not especially groggy. Why, I don't know.
It is first light and I'd be gone, but Dawn asked if I'll be here at nine when they come to work. I said, "Yes". I don't know why, but maybe I should. We'll see.
I'm sailing solo here on Cassiopeia and that is a pleasant change. After having to consider others, I have only myself to think about.
Where will I go? Well, I phoned a friend from decades past who is now living on Saltspring, so I'll go by there. I may tie up for a night at Ganges. Another night I'll anchor then I'll come back here, I think. I don't yet have a ticket home.
In Mexico, Miguel says that the hull work is done and the electrical is beginning, but the foundry has yet to begin casting my new keel. So, I am not yet able to plan my next trip to La Paz. I want to be there around the time the boat is ready to launch or shortly after.
I can see by remote surveillance that my lawn is getting long. I'm also thinking my splits made May 11th and 12th should have made queens pretty soon, too. So, I should head home in a week or so at most.
Emergency queens usually take about three weeks to get laying unless the colony already had one underway in which case the queen could be ready sooner.
I don't need to do anything seeing as I left them enough room for now, but I should do an alcohol wash sometime before long. I may want to do another split, but for now everything is fine.
Since I'm here until nine, I lay down again at seven and slept until eight. I don't have anything much to do. I know the routes and the tides don't matter. I'm on a stout trustworthy boat and I am going any way the wind blows.
I left the dock at about ten and motored to John Passage and Swartz Bay, then raised the genoa and ran downwind. I made a few pone calls as I went and one was my friend Doug who moved to Saltspring recently. We arranged to meet at Vesuvius after lunch.
The genoa carried me at up to 6.5 knots to and into Sansum Narrows. There, the wind became shifty and died, then returned from a different direction as I exited the narrows at Oyster Point.
We (Cassiopeia and I) sailed across Maple Bay where years ago I sailed Austin's sloop, Saga, from time to time, long before I bought Cassiopeia and out into Stuart Channel.
I rolled up the sails, then docked neatly at the public dock. Doug appeared a few minutes later and we decided to sail along the island to the NW end.
The wind was variable up the west shore, but at Southey Point at the north end of Saltspring, we entered Houston Channel and the wind was strong. Doug wanted to sail, so we did a reach or two, then sailed back to Vesuvius.
We drove to his home, an impressive acreage with a fantastic view and an elaborate garden tended by his wife, Denise. I had some tar on my shorts from brushing a pole at the dock, so we spent some time removing it with gasoline, then we all went to the restaurant in Vesuvius for supper. After, we went down to the boat and visited until ten.
Doug is an engineer who has worked around the world. Denise is an emergency nurse and has worked on cruise ships and icebreakers. She has been to Antarctica numerous times. They have been married for over forty years and in that time have lived in various places around the world, taught sailing out of Vancouver, and kayaked the Tofino region and other west coast favourites.
They left and I went to bed at ten-thirty.
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Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling
I woke up at 0528and again I feel great. I got up, looked out, made coffee and scrambled eggs.
The day is overcast so far., but should be sunny later with light NE winds. I'll stay tied up for a while, then head for the De Courcy Group and Pirates Cove, popular destinations I have yet to visit.
This a working trip. I'm turning up the little things that need attention on this boat and also checking out locations for future cruise and learn trips.
I left Vesuvius around ten and sailed/motored to Thetis island Marina. I had been texting Rick earlier and he was coming through Porlier about noon on Last Tango, the Westcoast 57, so we met there for lunch. He had guests on board as well, so we had a fun lunch.
I continued on to Pirates Cove. I've heard a lot about the place, but Rick warned me when i mentioned my intentions at lunch and and when I got there i saw why. The entrance is shallow and rocky. I would not chance it without a lookout on the bow. Moreover, my charts seem to be a bit off and there is no room for error in shallow water. with a rock bottom.
Next I scoped out Herring Cove which has good ratings as an anchorage, but I did not like it and decided to travel an hour to Princess Cove where I am now, stern-tied to the shore. It is breezy in here, but well protected from wind and waves. I have a few neighbours as this is a very popular spot.
I'm waiting for the boat to settle at anchor to make sure I don't touch shore, then I'll go to bed early. In the meantime, I'm listening to Mexican Spotify using my Mexican cell data which is cheap and can be used anywhere in Canada, the US, or Mexico..
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The night was quiet and the boat hardly moved, being anchored and tied to the shore in a small, sheltered cove.
I woke up at 0530 after another good night's sleep, eight hours. I checked my BG and found it high again at 7.6. I don't know if it is this meter and strips or me. Ever since I got this last batch of strips, I have been getting erratic readings and it has shaken my faith in the measurements.
I was tired last night from a day on the water. I also had a slight sore throat again. I don't know the cause of that.
This morning, I have a welt on my side. I'm thinking I must have a bed bug or a flea or something as this has happened several times over the past week or two. What I see does not look like any of the pictures online, though as there is no obvious bite mark. There are possible bites, though, the bumps at one edge of each.
It does look a bit like uticaria, but since there is only one welt each time, I rather suspect a bug.
This began at home, and when I am wearing my long underwear to bed, so maybe it is living in it? If so, a good wash in soapy water should kill whatever it is if it is, indeed, a bug.
Otherwise, I am feeling fine.
The wind carried me north towards Dodd Narrows. I am missing the 2:30 slack and the next is at 8:30. I don't have to be through today. We'll see how things go. It is beautiful and sunny. I'm riding downwind at speeds from 2 to 6 knots on a fabulous boat. As one writer on a sailing forum signs, "Why go fast if you can go slow?"
Around five, I was passing Clam Bay, a large and friendly anchorage, and I thought, why not stop? So I did. And here I am, anchored for the night.
For supper I cooked the chicken legs, backs attached, with mushrooms and onions, then lay down for a nap.
Two hours later I got up and closed up the cockpit enclosure for the night. The breeze has picked up and my laundry was on the deck. but dry.
When my wife and I ran a mail order business, we noticed that mail came in a constant rate, but sometimes there would be a cluster of responses. Was it chance, or something in the fabric of the universe?
At any rate, for some reason today was such a confluence. I heard from Adrian, a time-to-time correspondent, Frank, my sailing instructor of years past and offshore sailing pal, Miguel, my Mexican friend who is rebuilding Baja Magic, and my granddaughter -- and, of course, Colin, who changed my plans for the next week and is the reason I am going north, not south at the moment.
Miguel was writing about the keel. The foundry was looking for comment. They wanted to make the keel deeper as agreed, but to lighten it. I said, deeper, yes. Lighter, no.
Frank was just getting in touch. He is back in Canada after his annual trek north from the Caribbean, which I have followed on Facebook.
My granddaughter is about to finish her high school and go off to post-secondary education and is looking for advice. Hmmm. My best advice is be careful following anyone's advice, but I'll probably refine that to something more positive and actionable by tomorrow when I respond.
Adrian was just saying he enjoys the diary and that I should just keep doing what I like to do. Come to think of it, that is pretty much what I have to say to Katrina: be yourself and do what you like to do.
It's nine and the sun is setting. I'm off to bed, again.
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The night was quiet and, again, the boat hardly moved. The alarm went off once and I had drifted closer to the neighbour, but figured we were okay and went back to bed.
I have nothing to do except reply to email and travel to Nanaimo, 16 miles away. The only concern is Dodd Narrows, which runs like a turbulent river at certain times of the day, so I have to time my passage through to coincide with slack or near slack periods.
I see it is sixteen C and that is on the cold side, so I'll forego a swim, for now.
I did my WD-40 magic the other day, but the steering has been a bit stiff. I may have to find something stronger than WD-40.
I'm staying anchored here for a while and doing some writing.
I happened to read some emails from the Calgary list and figured it is time to reply. For some reason, there are beekeepers in the group who love to get everyone worried about AFB and blame everyone except themselves.
Frankly, if you have AFB and it is an issue, IMO you have only yourself to blame. Hygienic characteristics have been a topic for decades now and the methods of evaluation and selection are well-known.
Of course, as is the case with anything to do with bees, hygiene is not a simple matter since there are various genes involved, each with a different mechanism, but with varroa specific hygiene being introduced and encouraged over time, and the freeze method of testing for removal of dead brood, we should never see AFB, but we do. That is because people need bees and will buy anything that is cheap and available.
I have wondered lately, since it seems many are concerned about AFB, what assurances there are that the queens purchased through the club are certified to be hygienic.
Some years ago, there was great emphasis on this criterion, but I don't hear much anymore.
Some strains of bees can eat AFB for breakfast and come out clean. Others break down at mere mention of AFB. Others fall between.
Hygienic mothers have to be tested and verified every generation and drone colonies should be also. I am suspecting that since these tests take time, cost money, and eliminate otherwise desirable lines, that if the buyers do not hold the breeders' feet to the fire, that the breeders tend to simply breed stock that works well for them.
What breeders like to have is stock that is prolific and raises queen cells easily and often. Honey production is not something that breeders want in nucs.
In short, our wishes are sometimes at odds with the desires of those raising queens, so we need to be vigilant.
There was mention here of Saskatraz recently. I know that Albert is selecting for characteristics appropriate to our region. The open-mated offspring raised in the US may be somewhat diluted as is always the risk with open mating, but conscientious breeders flood their area with selected drones from drone colonies to improve the odds.
Wherever queens are sourced, hygienic qualities should be specified. With HYG, we'll never see AFB. Without it, that bogeyman is always hiding under the bed.
I set out for Dodds. The sea was flat calm, so I motored, which was fine since I needed to charge the batteries anyhow.
Along the way I stopped in to look at Boat Harbour. This marina had been mentioned in Waggoners, and is in a good spot for waiting for the slack, but both the website and signage seemed unfriendly and I carried on.
I arrived at full flood and the channel looked clear and flat so I ventured on. The passage was easy, and I ran up to 12 knots over ground, but the exit was turbulent with whirlpools that tossed me around a bit.
I did not see him at Alegria which is tied at Mill's Pier, so went about my shopping. As I was leaving the marina, Colin hailed me from shore. I said I'd wait at Alegria and did a while, then returned to Cassiopeia. We agreed later by text to meet tomorrow. I'll motor in by eight and he'll come aboard and we will go out to see the start of the race.
Now I've seen everything. There was a stack of these (left) at London Drugs. Really?
Say it ain't so Google: Google Is Putting an End to Ad-Blocking in Chrome.
This has been a long time coming Frankly, I don't understand advertising, even having done a lot myself, including direct mail and householders to maybe a million people.
It is said that 50% of advertising dollars are wasted, but nobody can figure out which half. I can guess, though, that the money spent on ads aimed at me are a total waste. I almost never look at ads and when I do, I can count on one hand the times I have clicked.
I went to bed around ten and had trouble getting to sleep. I got up for a while, then went back to bed and slept.
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for everyone has an inalienable right to his thoughts.
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