November 14
This morning I learnt a few life lessons about marriage(s) and money, the topics were interesting and hopefully I remember these stories for a long time to come. I may not be getting married for a little while. I did some reading on the new “Boom Break”: a device used for the main sail, to prevent the boom from breaking and swinging from one side to the other. We performed a short training session to test the apparatus, found a few items on the deck that have potential to be ripped out, but hopefully our set up will not allow for that to happen. Did one load of laundry and in the meanwhile a soap opera occurred just outside our port holes. It in
cluded a few hillbillies from Tennessee, a $500 sailboat, a common-law relationship gone wrong and a bunch of spectators. When I return to Canada… I will elaborate more on this story. It’s priceless! Wade and I took out the large scale charts of the Atlantic Ocean and attempted to make a small offshore sail plan for our estimated departure at 9am on Tuesday. Hopefully making landfall in Antigua, Dominican Republic, Charleston, S.C. or the Bahamas, the voyage is 100% dependant on the winds and the current. I am extremely happy to be heading to a southern place, but a little concerned about the unknown destination and location where we will clear customs. Ever since the weather has cleared, I noticed a dozen boats of all sizes starting to travel south on the Intracoastal Waterways. For dinner we had planned for steak, but they were still frozen, all of us were hungry, so we went to a restaurant. “No Name Pizza” some of you might be laughing at this, because of all our no name products over in Canada. However the name originates from an Italian man who came over to Beaufort to start up a pizza shop. The agents kept asking the man what he wanted to call the restaurant and the Italian replied by saying “no name, pizza!”, “no name, pizza!” they must have had a big language barrier and the man didn’t want his restaurant to have a name… he just wanted it to say “pizza!!” The gentlemen’s wrote on the papers “no name pizza” and that is how it remained for year and years. P.S. the pizza was tasty.
This morning I learnt a few life lessons about marriage(s) and money, the topics were interesting and hopefully I remember these stories for a long time to come. I may not be getting married for a little while. I did some reading on the new “Boom Break”: a device used for the main sail, to prevent the boom from breaking and swinging from one side to the other. We performed a short training session to test the apparatus, found a few items on the deck that have potential to be ripped out, but hopefully our set up will not allow for that to happen. Did one load of laundry and in the meanwhile a soap opera occurred just outside our port holes. It in
cluded a few hillbillies from Tennessee, a $500 sailboat, a common-law relationship gone wrong and a bunch of spectators. When I return to Canada… I will elaborate more on this story. It’s priceless! Wade and I took out the large scale charts of the Atlantic Ocean and attempted to make a small offshore sail plan for our estimated departure at 9am on Tuesday. Hopefully making landfall in Antigua, Dominican Republic, Charleston, S.C. or the Bahamas, the voyage is 100% dependant on the winds and the current. I am extremely happy to be heading to a southern place, but a little concerned about the unknown destination and location where we will clear customs. Ever since the weather has cleared, I noticed a dozen boats of all sizes starting to travel south on the Intracoastal Waterways. For dinner we had planned for steak, but they were still frozen, all of us were hungry, so we went to a restaurant. “No Name Pizza” some of you might be laughing at this, because of all our no name products over in Canada. However the name originates from an Italian man who came over to Beaufort to start up a pizza shop. The agents kept asking the man what he wanted to call the restaurant and the Italian replied by saying “no name, pizza!”, “no name, pizza!” they must have had a big language barrier and the man didn’t want his restaurant to have a name… he just wanted it to say “pizza!!” The gentlemen’s wrote on the papers “no name pizza” and that is how it remained for year and years. P.S. the pizza was tasty.
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