Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Interesting Article on Bowditch


Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Pirates- Emerson, Lake & Palmer - YouTube

In my youth, I read this in a speech/drama class. I still know most of the words.

Power Squadron of St. Pete


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Friday, July 3, 2015

Monday, June 29, 2015

Just saw the coolest pics of a telstar with some serious upgrades on the international forum

Florida guy sailed his Telstar to the Bahamas and had posted some pretty sweet pics of his boat with upgrades. I contacted him and am going to see if we can link up with him and see his upgrades in the near future. I like guys like this that think outside the box and enhance what they have.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Monday, June 15, 2015

Help this Guy find his Sailboat

Sailboat disappears from Intracoastal Waterway - wptv.com

PALM BEACH COUNTY, Fla. - The Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office is looking for a 39 foot sailboat that disappeared from the Intracoastal Waterway where it was anchored near Riviera Beach.
The boat’s owner says the sailboat named “Tethys” was stolen sometime over the weekend.
“I’m devastated. It’s everything I’ve worked and put my heart into,” the boat’s owner Roger Rogers said.
Rogers says it is unusual for a sailboat to go missing. It is not insured and he fears it could already be hundreds of miles away.
“It’s still hard for me to comprehend that it is not gone,” Rogers said.
The sailboat has special meaning to Rogers because he became sober while learning to sail.
He was using his boat to give back to other people in a similar situation.
“Helping others who were in the situation I was and are now on the boat enjoying it. It was a bond that was deep rooted in our souls,” Rogers said.
Rogers says detectives are reviewing surveillance video up and down the Intracoastal and talking to bridge tenders.
If you have any information about the boat’s whereabouts, contact the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office.

Our Typical Sailing Route

10.16 Miles. with a top speed of 7.39 k with an average of 3.8. Not bad for 3 foot chop and having the sails reefed. 

Sunday Sail with Boat Measurements for new sewing projects

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Rogue Seas

We had about 3 foot chop and winds up to about 18. We had about 4 turns on the genoa. Still having problems with the genny and need to work on it again. It keeps getting stuck and very difficult to furl in the line. I have worked on it a handful of times and still am having an issue.

Alaska Sailing with the Telstar Designer and Builder

Thanks Will.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Great White off the coast of Jupiter, Fl

Click here for news story of great white

Sailrite Sewing Machine - Our New Addition to our BoatSai

Sailrite Ultrafeed LSZ-1 PLUS Walking Foot Sewing Machine

Lisa has already made a handy canvas carrying bag. Now on to making winch covers, throttle control cover, tiller cover, hatch covers, boom tent, and a stack pack.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day 2015 Sail on Tampa Bay

Our new vid from our sail over the weekend. It was HOT!! Lots of chop and not much wind. We were lazy hence the topping lift and lazy jacks still attached. The music is cheesy, but it isn't copyrighted, so that is a good thing. 

Monday, May 11, 2015

Wind vane is Missing

Raymarine Windvane

I lost my windvane and think it is due in part to those pesky birds flying and crapping on all the boats in the marina. We were out sailing and the Admiral was complaining that she couldn't "steer the boat" because the wind kept spining around in the robust .0025 knot wind. upon closer examination, the wind vane was missing, but the anemometer was still there. I will need to drop the mast and replace the windvane. I called a local chandlery to get the vane and they wanted $800-1000 because they have to sell everything. I found a place online that just sold the vane and anemometer for $50. Now, I just have to figure out what I need to do to get it on there while it sits in the water.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Why I Moved to St. John

There is a chicken in my shower. It's 8:30 a.m., I've just sat down on the toilet to pee. I casually glance around and there it is, drinking some of the residual water puddled on my shower floor. This is not the first creature to make an appearance in my bathroom. Since I moved to the Caribbean, I've had spirited encounters with tarantulas, scorpions, and untold lizards. But the chicken got me thinking.
"How did you get here?" I ask the bird. It blinks unhelpfully back at me. Perhaps a better question is, how did I get here? How did I come to live on a tiny, rustic island of 4,100 people sharing a bathroom with poultry?
It all began four years ago. Back then I was living in Manhattan, a 31-year-old journalist making $95,000 a year. I lived in a lovely (wildlife-free) apartment in the East Village, a bustling neighborhood with every imaginable convenience and so much to entertain. But New York is a competitive city; you have to spend most of your time working to afford to live there. And a downside of living among so many ambitious people is they're often overscheduled. Sometimes I didn't see my closest friends for months at a time. Trying to negotiate a time to meet a friend for drinks was harder than getting into college (and the cocktails about as expensive).
It's ironic to feel lonely on an island of 4 million people, but it seemed I spent my life staring at screens: laptop, cell phone, iPad — hell, even the taxis and elevators had televisions in them. I felt stressed, uninspired, and disconnected.
If you're constantly thinking you need a vacation, maybe what you really need is a new life.
"I need a vacation." This was a constant refrain in my head. I wasn't living in the moment; I was living for some indeterminate moment in the future when I'd saved enough money and vacation days to take a trip somewhere. If you're constantly thinking you need a vacation, maybe what you really need is a new life. But I was complacent. My life wasn't satisfying, but it was comfortable.
One day I was working on my laptop, finishing some edits on a book I'd just written. I was distracted, wondering what I would do now that the manuscript was finished. While I had several job offers, none of them excited me. I let my hands idle too long and the screensaver, a stock photo of a tropical scene, popped up. Here was something to get excited about. What I wanted — something I'd fantasized about for years, in fact — was to stop living in front of a screen and live in that screen, in the photo on my computer. And why couldn't I? With no professional obligations or boyfriend, I was completely untethered for the first time in my life.
Feeling slightly ridiculous, I posted a message on Facebook saying that I wanted to move to the Caribbean, and asking for suggestions as to where I should go. A friend's sister recommended St. John, the smallest of the U.S. Virgin Islands. Nicknamed "Love City" for its famously friendly locals, it was home to some of the most stunning beaches in the world. I glanced out my window where punishing, chest-high snow drifts were forming on the ground at an alarming rate. On the sidewalks impatient and preoccupied New Yorkers bumped into each other without apology. I immediately began expediting my passport.
It was startlingly simple to dismantle the life I'd spent a decade building: I broke the lease on my apartment, sold my belongings, and bought a one-way plane ticket. The hardest part was convincing myself it was OK to do something for no other reason than to change the narrative of my life.
"You can't just move to a place you've never even visited!" my mom protested.
"Sometimes you just have to leap and the net will appear," I said with more confidence than I felt.
Six weeks later, I stepped off the ferry in St. John. I had no plan, no friends, and no clue how ridiculous I looked, festively ensembled in boat shoes and a dress celebrating the palm tree. Yet I had a strange feeling that everything would unfold as it was supposed to.
My parents did not share this viewpoint. I come from a conservative Southern family with a healthy respect for the American Dream: You worked hard in school, chose an upper-middle-class job with a 401(k) and a good matching plan. So they were pretty taken aback when, upon arriving in St. John, I took a job at the local ice cream parlor.
"But, but ... you went to Yale," they sputtered. "And you're 31 years old!"
Perhaps there was something indulgent and Peter Pan-ish about this new lifestyle. But the truth is, I was happier scooping mint chocolate chip for $10 an hour than I was making almost six figures at my previous corporate job. It was calming to work with my hands. I met new people constantly, talking face-to-face instead of communicating via email and instant messaging. When I closed the shop at the end of the shift, my work was done and my time my own. Besides, I found that not everyone shared my parents' concern. "When I moved here 25 years ago, my dad insisted I was ruining my life," said one of my regular customers when we got to chatting about our lives one day. "Recently he visited and told me, 'You had it right all along. I'm toward the end of my life and looking to retire to someplace like this, and now I'm too old to enjoy it.'"
Cruz Bay, the island's main town, consists of a few winding roads and a handful of open-air bars and restaurants. There are no stoplights on St. John (though we frequently have to stop for the wild donkeys and iguanas and chickens that roam the streets). No chain stores. Limited WiFi. Shoes optional. We drive beat-up Jeeps because no one cares what kind of car you drive. For those without cars, hitchhiking is common; after all, we know almost everyone who lives here. We shower in filtered rainwater collected in cisterns attached to the house. There are no addresses. (Typical directions to someone's house are along the lines of, "If you take a left at the dumpster, I live in the white house at the end of the road with a broken-down dinghy in the yard.") People gather on the beaches at dusk to watch the sunsets together. I see my friends every day. On our days off, we hike the local ruins, dive, or go boating to the nearby British Virgin Islands.
These days, I work as a bartender, a job I pursued simply because it's something I always wanted to try. Sometimes I think back to the question I used to be asked in job interviews: "Where do you see yourself in five years?" That always seemed a depressing notion, to already know what you'd be doing five years in the future. Here it's not unusual for someone to work as a cook on St. John, then move to Thailand for six months to work as a dive instructor, then they will head off to Alaska and work on a fishing boat. Living abroad has exposed me to a different approach to life, one in which you're not expected to settle in one place and do one kind of job. Perhaps some of us are meant to move around every few years, change jobs and live many different micro lives.
That's not to say doubts don't creep in on occasion. Seeing old colleagues and acquaintances building successful careers can make me second-guess my choices. One of my friends from college started a little website called Pinterest. Another just won an Emmy for a hit television show she created.
But I have an island. I live in a charmingly ramshackle one-bedroom apartment on a hillside overlooking the sea.
Which brings us back to the chicken in my shower watching me pee. How did it get there? My best guess: It was tottering around the woods outside, accidentally flew onto my second-story balcony, and wandered into my apartment through the sliding-glass door, which I usually leave open to enjoy the breeze.
Smiling, I shoo out the wayward bird. Then I pause for a moment, transfixed by the view framed by my open sliding glass door. Sunlight sparkles on the water. Sailboats bob companionably in the distance. The scene is remarkably similar to the stock photo that was my screensaver four years ago. How different my life was then.
There's a quote by author J.R.R. Tolkien that pops up a lot on T-shirts and bumper stickers sold around town: "Not all those who wander are lost."
Lately I've been mulling moving somewhere entirely opposite of here. Europe, perhaps? There are so many places to go! It fills me with a sort of wild happiness. Who knows where I'll end up? And what a marvelous thing that is — not knowing.


Saturday, April 25, 2015

Russian billionaire fugitive beaches 98-foot Azimut

Russian billionaire fugitive beaches 98-foot Azimut

Famed Russian billionaire Sergey Polonsky’s 98-foot Azimut has been beached on the island of Koh Tang in Cambodia for more than a week. Details are still emerging on exactly how the yacht ran aground, and with limited resources available on the island, it could be quite some time before she is back afloat.

Adding drama to the an already dramatic situation: Polonsky is a fugitive of the Russian government.
Prior to the financial crisis, Polonsky made the Forbes list of billionaires, with an estimated net worth of $1.2 billion. After being accused of embezzlement from investors in two residential developments in Moscow, he was issued a “red notice” by Interpol in 2013. He fled the country to his current residence in Cambodia—which has no extradition treaty with Russia.
Apparently, Polonsky is in no rush to expedite the proceedings as evidenced by his (shall we say entertaining?) social media feeds over the past several days, featuring statuses that seem quite content with his state of affairs in the current surroundings, such as this gem from a few days ago: “Starry sky above us. The feeling that we are stuck in another galaxy. The whole team has one question, where do they sell tickets to the movie. Now waiting for high tide. Beautiful.”
On the plus side, the dockspace is free (for now at least) and you can’t beat the view.
Expats in Cambodia following the rescue mission’s developments note that the task of refloating the Azi is far from a simple one. The boat weights approximately 100 tons and sparsely inhabited Koh Tang seems to have neither the machinery nor the know-how to address the task.
Popcorn anyone?

Friday, April 24, 2015

Sailboat That Beached Twice in O.C. Sends 'Mayday' Off Cape May

Beached sailboat in Ocean City, NJ

The Florida-bound sailboat that ran aground twice on the same relatively calm day in Ocean City on April 14 set sail this morning (April 23) after more than a week at dock for repairs.
The “Midpoint” out of Savannah, Ga., made it as far as Cape May before issuing a “Mayday” call. The boat was taking on water.
A U.S. Coast Guard Station Cape May boat responded at 4:38 p.m. and found the Midpoint still afloat and the captain and his female passenger uninjured. A tow from a commercial service back to Cape May was still in progress early on Thursday evening.
Ocean City residents had awoken on the morning of April 14 to find the Midpoint high and dry on the beach at 21st Street.
TowBoat U.S. Shamrock Marine Towing Capt. John C. Bodin said his crew towed the boat off the beach at 19th Street at midnight. The captain reportedly was trying to fix a faulty steering cable. He drifted back onto the beach two blocks to the south.
The two-person crew hunkered down inside the boat for most of the day as they awaited for high tide and another assist from TowBoat U.S.
A TowBoat U.S.  crew successfully pulled the boat off the beach at about 4:35 p.m. April 14.
The Midpoint headed for Seaview Harbor to dry out and make repairs before continuing its journey.
Sailboat That Beached Twice in O.C. Sends 'Mayday' Off Cape May

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Mystic Seaport, CT

I was out in Hartford, CT for work and Marie,my work colleague and I decided to make a trek to Mystic Seaport after work. It was a pretty neat little town. Did a ton of walking, but would have liked more time to explore the area. The above boat was also featrued in Cruising World magazine. What are the chances? I like my picture better since I doctored it up with my cellphone graphics application.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Sailing Tampa Bay with the Leone's, Sean and Mattie. Then Added the Lewis' for Lunch

Some boat sailing by us.

Rose Leone at the helm

Rose still at the helm.

Jen, Sean and Mark. I wanted Sean to stay in the car, but they were afraid I would get reported for leaving a Martinson in the car unattended with the windows rolled up. Being the kind guy I am, we kept him hydrated with Coronas. 

Mark in charge.  
Lunchtime panorama.

Morphed pic of Rose ad Mark. 

After a couple cool ones, the Lewis' clan head out. Ozzie was making sure there were no icebergs.

Saturday started out with little wind and I was hoping we weren't going to have to drop the iron genny, but the winds picked up to about 18 and we had a great ride. 3SUM sailed great with no major problems except me bringing her in and wanting to show Mark what the dock looked like quickly and up close. No major damage. I need a new system for bringing her in. We have 4 foot finger piers and with a strong wind on the starboard stern and nothing to really keep her from moving about, it is quite difficult to get her in.