1. Sunday July 13 2014
    The weekend went by too fast. Both days started by prioritizing a set of chores, mostly, and things I wanted to do in between. Everything was set in motion Friday when I brought my truck to a tire place because the 5 year old, 57500 mile old big fat meaty off road tires on my truck were showing too much wear and tear than I could ignore any longer. The diagnosis wasn’t just new badly-needed tires, but also all four shocks and the alignment that goes with it all. Some bartering and offering of cases of energy drink to the mechanic and out the door I paid $1300 for probably $1600 of labor and parts. When I drove away Saturday morning after picking it up, I quickly realized that it felt like a brand new car, not even a truck, but like a Cadillac, almost like a boat. Just soft and pillowy and no other road noise except for the engine. No more rattling at low speeds and rubber slapping hums at high speeds. I then washed it, waxed it- huge pain- and can stand back and feel okay about my worthwhile increased credit card debt.
    On Sunday I made banana and blueberry pancakes, scrubbed the pan and plates clean, scrubbed more of the wax off of the truck, scrubbed the growth off the bottom of the sabot, had a short workout, came back and sailed the sabot, came back and did laundry. I was pleased that the easiest and quickest of those tasks was cleaning the sabot.

  3. Fourth of July 2014

    I got up early hoping for the ocean fog to keep this hiking trail cool enough, did some stretching, and starting running uphill.  It’s basically a fire-road and the few groups I passed by were really friendly and obviously pretty surprised at somebody running up it. One lady called it amazing, another said “good job! happy 4th!”.

    As is common with morning exercise activities, I was off to a weak start and had to pause after about just 5 minutes to let everything cramping and aching and out of sync get settled. After that I was good, just charged up and up. The funny thing is that running uphill takes twice as much energy, and you move about half the speed. So I reached the summit, snapped a photo, and then ran back down.

    All in all, the sign says it’s 6 miles, round-trip I assume. With a few breaks to drink water and stretch, the ascent took 58 minutes.  The descent took 17 minutes.  The beer at around 10:30am tasted great.

    Also, I’m writing this 3 days later and it still hurts to walk up and down stairs. It’s a good hurt, though.

  4. More than 9 years old with 158,000 miles and still getting compliments for how good it looks.

  5. Nighttime pingpong with outdoor music and tree lights.

  6. 6-25-14
    I went sailing after work. There aren’t many better ways to enjoy this time of day.

  7. 6-22-14
    She’s a natural!

  8. Sunday June 22 2014
    Beautiful weather. Anchored out for what could be the last time - they’re planning to drop 25 mooring balls in the channel - hung the hammock over the foredeck which is much easier. Sailed around a lot and when Mia finished studying she took over the sabot solo.

  9. Saturday June 21 2014
    Picked up my dad’s outboard motor from the repair shop, had some difficulty setting it evenly back on the dinghy, but finally got it to a satisfactory position - moving the motor tends to move the floating dinghy, and drags a separate rubber pad under it, so 3 things moving all at once when you need 2 to stay still- but things seem to be working! I had breakfast at my dads and headed back to a cenoura. I fiddled with the gennaker and this crane I found in the lazarette. I guess it was for hoisting the outboard I sold. Whole checking out the gennaker my well-respected-circumnavigating-neighbor saw me and said “put that f**king thing away dude. I never used mine and unless you have like 8 men to wrestle with it, you don’t want to fly it.” Well, so I stuffed it back in it’s bag. It looks awesome though.
    I spent about an hour trying to hang the hammock correctly, and then enjoyed it. All this whole, Mia studied for about 12 hours for the bar and pretty much only stopped when I distracted her. We biked to dinner and passed out after that.

  10. I woke up a few times and basically had nightmares all night about horrible things going wrong with my boat. Nothing did. It stayed hooked in, and other than a strong brief moment of broadsiding wind in the middle of the night, all went well. I think I’ll get more comfortable and confident the more I sleep while on anchor. These pictures were taken at 5:30am.
    A few things to note about the overnight anchoring trip:
    I want to refill both of the natural gas tanks because using them is awesome.
    Having the window shades up is great, and the windows are so tinted I can hardly see inside anyways. But it does get really bright at dawn and challenging to stay asleep.
    The harbor patrol guys are really chill in redondo.
    And, stern anchoring is pretty easy, especially with no other boats around.


  11. We made a huge delicious dinner, played cards and listened to music. The fog and clouds actually reflects a lot of the lights on land and makes it pretty bright out. A wedding at the portofino was letting off a string of those floating candles up into the air which was neat to watch. Then Mia sailed us around in the sabot - yes, I had a light for safety. It’s surprising how many people we saw taking boats from the bars and back to their slips in the marina without any running lights on.
    The real test was if I could sleep while at anchor, constantly trying not to worry if my home is about to bash into rocks.


  12. At the pumpout dock the harbor patrol told me that staying the night was free, I didn’t even need to fill out a permit because I live in the harbor. Wow, I think I should do this more often.
    Mia and I set the bow anchor like normal, and then I let out more than 200’ of rode (the usual is 120-150’) and proceeded to shut off the engine and toss the stern anchor off the back. After that I just toyed with pulling in the bow a little, then the stern, and back and forth until both were snug around 130’. It was approaching an extreme 6’+ high tide late at night so taking they into consideration I knew I should leave room for the boat to rise.
    Mia studied the afternoon away while I sailed, took pictures, made coffee (using the newly found working stove to boil water, and a newly purchased French press) and got changed so I could feel yachty while making dinner. My iPhone doesn’t deal with contrast that well.


  13. Saturday June 14 2014
    The LA Kings won the Stanley Cup last night, I was doing laundry and Mia and I walked to Rosa’s for Mexican food and watched the first overtime. Saturday morning, I’m finally finishing folding all my clothes.

  14. Saturday and Sunday June 7 & 8 2014
    More sabot sailing, more good dinners outside, more anchoring and sabot sailing on Sunday. This time Mia felt a lot more comfortable in control.
    I was trying to convince some kids on a Lido 14 to race me out on the ocean and they chickened out, also I stopped by some random fishing boat that hollered me over when I was sailing the sabot, they handed me a coors light and I let a few of them take my sabot out for a couple minutes. Felt like quite the little community in the harbor.

  15. Saturday June 7 2014
    It’s funny how small i think something is until I see it in the back of my pickup.
    I met my dad at the marina del rey launch ramp so we could lug his in-need-of-service outboard motor into my truck and drop it off at a place in Hawthorne that fixed mercury engines.
    The place had a mechanic who knew everything there is to know and two really friendly shop dogs. Also a vintage 1958 mercury motor on display because it’s the year the man was born. Rad, I support it, I wish the place worked on Toyota air conditioners and transmissions.