Thursday, December 1, 2016

Wordless Wednesday Just A Day or Two Late...With A Few Words

Its hard to believe, that its been over a month since we left home, so much has happened and yet so little. 

When I wrote the first draft of this note I was  this sitting cuddled up in the V berth, under a thick comforter, because its was to darn cold to get up. The temperature was dropping to the low 50sF during the nights and highs of 70s when the sun warmed things up in the afternoons. Now a week later we’ve been sleeping with minimal coverings, hatch open, fan on. It is unseasonably warm for this time of year in Florida and from the pictures we see posted, much of Canada is also enjoying unseasonably warm weather with a snow storm tossed in every so often just to remind you where you live. 


See I Told You We Were Cold

Staying in the B&B for two weeks was definitely the best decision we made, then getting DevOcean into the water as fast as possible was the second best. Green Cove Springs Marina is a working marina, and as I’ve said before its hard being on the hard. It’s dirty, the fresh water hoses can sometimes trickle, electrical breakers have been known to blow, but, it’s relatively cheap, there is good access to parts at reasonable prices with often with next day delivery, if you have a car, replenishing is fairly easy. Best of all the work yard is always full of a great cruising community willing to lend a hand, or share a sun downer and the staff is second to none.


Don't Judge, The Sun Shade Protects The Inside of the Boat But Causes...


No Matter Which Way I Turn


Can You See DevOcean?


Marc Hunting for Boat Parts No Matter Where We Explore


Hurricane Mathew Damaged The Aging WW2 Pier 



Hurricane Mathew damaged the aging WW2 pier that was already falling to pieces so when we launched there was no room on the pier to wait out our stay. We actually got evicted… Our intent was to book a slip at Reynolds Park Marina for the month, but it seems their policies have changed, and space is not available for month long dockage and it appears even more limited if you use long term store at Green Cove Springs Marina. I think a little business some’n, some’n is going on between the two marinas, so this is why we are waiting out our time in a pretty little anchorage about two miles across from GCSM. No biggie, Marc and I prefer the hook other than the connivence of a dock.


At Anchor





The night after we anchored, just before dinner we were settling in the cock pit ,when I looked across the river and saw a large plume of smoke and flames at GCSM. Marc and I watched in horror  and hoped for the best. It seems that the owner from Monkey Fist Chandlery and two of his employees were transferring fuel, the bilge pump came on and ignited the fuels fumes, causing an explosion. The three guys jumped over board to escape the flames. Sadly Steve and Randy had first and second degree burns and were transferred to the burn unit.  Four boats were destroyed from the fire.  Our thoughts and prayers go out to these guy and the others that lost thier boats 



Thanks For This Picture Anne 


Thanks For This Picture Anne 


Thanks For This Picture Anne 

I Was Looking Out My Port Light At The Right Time 



Lots Of Pictures I Wanted to Share






Off To Sun Downers


The Gangs All Here 


Out For A Hike 


Love That Laugh


Tee Pee's Crew



TuesdayNight Wing Night 



Blue Springs State Park 










Thursday, November 10, 2016

I'm Just Trying To Be Practical While On The Hard, Making V Berth Sheets


My mother, was really good at a lot of things, she could cook like no other, sew beautiful quilts, but most of all I loved the way she made a bed. I know it sounds silly, make a bed, yes, make a bed! My mother was one of those women that hung bed sheets on a clothes line and when she took them off they smelled like heaven trapped in cotton. She would then iron her sheets, don’t laugh, she loved her sheets as crisp as could be. Seriously when you slid into one of her freshly made beds after a warm bath you knew you were going to have a blissful nights sleep. Even though, I’ve never been as ardent as my mother when it comes to making a bed, I love a well made bed and a I love a good sleep


Now imagine sleeping on a boat in the Caribbean, gently rolling waves lightly tapping on the side of the boat. Stop! Think, tires screeching, breaking glass. I have trouble sleeping on the boat and I think its because of that dam bow berth. I will forgive Marc’s snoring just for this one time, because for this blog I want to write about making the bow berth bed. OK stop rolling your eyes, I don’t have to much time on my hands, I just need to have a good sleep, says this author at 04:01
Our bow berth is the weirdest V shape possible, 80” on the port side, 89” on the starboard, 10” across the toe and 69” at the head. I’m either jammed up on one side where the linens bunch up in a lumpy layer or sleeping on the other side clinging to  bare mattress where the sheet has popped off. 
If sleeping in the bow berth is not the best, making a bed in the bow berth is just plain nasty.  I gather the bottom sheet, throw myself forward toward the toe of the bed, flop around, scooch ahead try to wiggle and tuck the toe in, flop to the port side tuck that side in and as quickly as possible scooch to the starboard side before the port side has popped out. Basically, I push, pull and fold my way into making a bed, bang my head, have a hot flash, curse like an old trucker, then I beg Marc for help. 
It only took me two boats and way to many nasty bow berth beds to make to motivate me into making sheets for the V berth  and you know it wasn’t as daunting a task as I had built in my mind, And you know what, I am really proud of myself it wasn’t hard, they fit like a glove.  I can’t take all the credit, after diligently scouring the internet for what looked to me the easiest pattern i could find, I came across an article A Finley Fitted Berth by Kathryn Munn-Hodgkins, 1-36 Mischief and modified it for my needs. 



A Finely Fitted Berth
By Kathryn Munn-Hodgkins, I-36 Mischief
  Materials List:
• Two (2) King (not Cal) size flat sheets in the highest thread count you can afford. Shop white sales for that next set of sheets. Pre-wash the sheets for best results.
• 1/2inchelastic for the bottom fitted sheet and foot of the top sheet. You will need 6.5 yards for the bottom sheet and 1.5 yards for the top sheet for a total of 8 yards.
Steps:
1. Measure your V-berth using the sheet templates with this article. Mischief has a 1981 hull and the measurements in the templates are hers.
2. Transfer the measurements to the flat sheets using fabric marker and yardstick. Better yet, make a pattern you can reuse. Tip: Make a half pattern, fold the sheet in half and pin the pattern along the fold.
3. Cut out the bottom and top sheets from the flat sheets. Tip: For the top sheet, use the finished end of the flat sheet as the hem along the width (head) of the top sheet.
4. Sew French seams at the 4 corners of the bottom sheet and 2 corners of the top sheet. French seams means sewing the wrong sides of the fabric together, turning the seam inside out, and sewing another seam, trapping the raw edges inside. You can find detailed tutorials online if you are rusty.
5. Make a 3/4” casing for the elastic along the edge of the bottom sheet. Be sure to leave a 2” opening to insert the elastic. Make a 3/4” casing for the top sheet around the foot of the sheet and 20” inches up each side.
6. Insert the elastic in the bottom sheet casing using a safety pin to pull it through, sew the ends of the elastic together, and sew the casing closed. Tip: To more easily find the foot of the bottom sheet when you are making up the berth, sew a small button in the middle of the foot, close to the casing.


Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Back Where We Belong

Today we returned to DevOcean after our 17 month unplanned break, both Marc and I are ecstatic. Seriously, we didn’t know what to expect and we were worried. Anyone who follows this blog knows that when we returned in 2014 after a six month hiatus, we were met with a mess. The port lights in the salon had cracked, causing a lot interior damage, so much so, that we spent six weeks and two days on the hard. Now I’m not the most patient person when I am unhappy, and living on a boat, on the hard, was just plain awful. To this day I am still apologizing to Marc about my behavior and he is still cashing in favors, in exchange for my less than stellar performance. 

How worried we were was clear from the tone of our many conversations during the drive. We gave each other pep talks, solutions to probable problems, alternatives we could live with. We rejigged our budget expecting the worse. checked our attitudes and became each others cheer leaders.




 Marc was worried about the shape of DevOcean and all the work that awaited us. 
I was worried about another extended stay on the hard, For my non sailing friends, a  definition of living on the hard is, a boat that should be swaying gently in the water but is mounted on stands enabling the captain and crew to repair the ship. Living on the boat during haul out is incredibly challenging and not for the weak at heart. The head is dry, the stairs are high, yard dust is flying, tools are everywhere and your small living space becomes even smaller. Think engine, hoisted in  the middle of your kitchen. As I’ve said,  we’ve done this before and it wasn’t pretty so this time much to the demise of our pocket-book and benefit of our marriage we rented an air B & B for the first two weeks of our return.



So what really did happen when we saw DevOcean… Surprisingly to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was home. I think if Marc could have hugged her, he would have, and I think he did when i wasn’t looking, this hiatus has been way to long.  Honestly she looks pretty good. Many of our fears were for nothing. The shade cloth worked really well and we have very little damage. Of course, there is the green mossy stuff that is covering the outside surfaces, but that will wash away pretty easily. The inside held up very well with little show of her sitting for an extended period of time. Often, throughout our first day I heard Marc talking to himself with pleasure that most of the systems are still working. We enjoyed poking around and getting reacquainted with our much loved boat, our home, our traveling companion. Now what will tomorrow bring…


Tuesday, October 18, 2016

I Do Believe It's Time For Another Adventure

I woke up this morning cold, really cold. My cheery comfy summer quilt that makes me smile every morning just didn’t cut it. The wind is blustery and I’m dreading the cold floor on my feet as I tread down the stairs to get my coffee. The weatherman says its going to warm up later today, but the realisation is that the days are getting shorter and weather is getting cooler and that it is time to go. Not only that, the fact is that I keep finding Cruising Outpost sailing magazines in the outhouse, all conversations turn to West Marine, Defender or Hodges Marine.

Linda: Marc I would really like to go pick some fresh apples that are in season.
Marc: Apples in season, as in AIS, yes I was just checking out a new VHF with integrated AIS. Sure let’s go shopping. 

Linda: We really need to make sure the wood stove is in, so camp doesn’t get to cold.
Marc: Maybe we should set up Chris Parker so we can watch weather trends. Its never too early to start planning. 

Linda: Do you feel that wind? Holy jeez it almost feels like the camp is rocking and rolling. 
Marc: Thats a beam sea.
Linda: Screw off Marc. 

Marc is right though, it is time to start planning and preparing to leave and I feel wholly inadequate; where to start, what to do? It’s only been 17 months since we had to take a hiatus from our sailing adventure, but honestly it seems that its been an eternity. I have those first time jitters I experienced when we originally left our home port of Little Current in 2013. 

Our planned departure is the first week of November. It seems an eternity away, yet way to damm close.  Instead of my morning perusal of gardening posts on Pinterest I have started to scan Women Who Sail and my other favourite sailing blogs. 

My first attempt at getting my head back into leaving was posting a question on WWS my favourite information site bar none: “It is planning time again, so I have a quick question. When we leave Canada and go south most items in the US are cheaper so we provision there, except toiletries such as toilette paper, and hygiene products. Are there other cost effective items to buy here even with the exchange of our sad Canadian Dollar?”

As always, the members didn’t fail me. I was reminded of the value of Buckley's cough syrup that is equal in demand with Canadian maple syrup.  Available in Canada over the counter drugs such as Scopolamine patches, Neosporin drops, acetaminophen with codeine. But most importantly I am thankful for the reminder to pack Montreal Steak spice and Toppers pizza sauce. Life would have been completely lacking if I had forgotten the sauce. 

Thankfully, after much digging into the bowels of my trusty old computer, I found my provisioning lists from 2014, 2015. I squealed with delight and stopped to take a minute of gratitude from my whirling brain. Did we really pack 14 cases of beer?


The good news is, that I'm excited I get take my cheery comfy summer quilt with me. 

Sunday, November 29, 2015

All Things Happen For A Reason


November 21
Im sitting in the bunkie this morning wondering how I want to write this post. Ironically, when I opened my pages program, there was still a copy of the last post I wrote. I had emphatically stated “First let me tell you nothing is wrong, no one is sick, and nothing is forcing us to take this route.” And, it was true, then, it’s not now.
Last year, my strong healthy husband had some indigestion and tightness in his chest, the result was that he had to have two stents to correct two 90% blockages in his heart. No high cholesterol, no high blood pressure, he’s not over weight and that crappy smoking habit he once had is long gone. It seemed the cardiac care team were surprised that this even happened. 
 After the surgery, we trotted off to the Bahamas, Marc built the bunkie, spent the summer working full time. Everything seemed good except there was still some tightness, come on this guy was carrying 5/8” sheets of press wood up ladders.
Thank goodness for persistent friends, and a cardiologist sailing friend, that hooked Marc up with a surgeon. So last week in Marc goes for an angiogram. When they wheel him out about 45 minutes later, I am excited thinking thats fast, it must have gone well. No, One of the stents put in last year is blocking and there are three new blockages. It seems that this is genetic, or so they surmise. 
When given a choice Marc opts to wait a couple weeks for the triple bypass surgery, I think to wrap his head around it, I text my oldest friends to wallow in my pitty pot, and we run to camp to think and read and reflect.
Like I said before everything happens for a reason and now we know what our reason to stay was. 
I know that bypass surgery is very common place these days, he is young, healthy and there is virtually little risk (10%) but, hey this is my best friend, any risk is just to much. 

So in the next couple weeks Marc is  going to have his surgery, he’s going to mend and become better than before. Fingers crossed, we will be sailing DevOcean this time next year, enjoying fair winds and following seas, blogging about sailing and wondering why we were so worried. 

Friday, September 25, 2015

The Definition Of Bunkie Has Many Meanings

Many of our urban dwelling southern friends have been questioning, just exactly what we are building? What is a bunkie, while our rural, northern friends have no problem understanding our building plans. During a long drive after we had pondered the meaning of life, discused our children, a short conversation about money or the lack thereof we decided to look up the definition of Bunkie. Definitions of bunkie seemed to be varied from, a man who shares living space with another man in a prison cell described in the urban dictionary in a way that both my mother or pastor wouldn’t want me to repeat, to always polite Websters definition “The bunkie”, meant to serve as a guesthouse. Most importantly, we learned it wasn’t a valid scrabble word so we decided to define bunkie ourselves from different viewpoints .  

Bunkie [buhng-kee] noun, slang

Olive: 
Treehouse [tre haus] Noun 

a small house built in the branches of a tree for children to play in.
a structure or shelter in which people or animals are housed 

Examples for tree house: “Oh grandpa, I’m so lucky you built me a tree house.”


According to Wikipedia tree house are usually built for leisure, but sometimes are built for protection against wild scavenging animals. Marc: I feel better about storing the beer now. 

Marc: 
Building project [bildiNG pre jekt] Verb
Never ending building project, with an abundance of chores and maintenance to occupy his time upon completion much like owning a sail boat a never ending pit that you keep throwing money into. 
Examples for building project: After you finish the roofing project we could start on the wiring project, insulation project, water tower project, flooring project…  



Friends:
1. Accident [aksedent] noun
An unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury 
Example for accident: 

2. Retreat [ree treat] noun 
A quiet, secluded place one can rest and relax, a place to get away from it all. 
Examples for retreat: Lets retreat to the Faubert’s for some rest and relaxation Note: unless you want to help with the never ending building project; see waiver attached to friend definition #1 accident 


















Kids & Cousins : 
Adventure Camp 
adˈven(t)SHər, kamp noun

tourism involving activities that are physically challenging
a type of niche visiting involving exploration to remote areas, where the you should expect the unexpected.










Linda 
Home [hom] Noun, 

relating to a home of a family, place of origin, a base of operation, a place where someone flourishes as a member of a family. May poses biological DNA, but not necessary. I am at completely at home, and, I am wrapped in love XOXO