Since 1978 I have been fortunate to sail wooden boats. In 2006 I set out to find a Drascombe Longboat Cruiser for single-handed expedition sailing. This is the continuing story of how it came to be, our adventures, notes on the maritime world and other things I don't want to forget...

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Last Weekend in August

Left out last Saturday for Urbanna to work on Annie's gas line. The section that connected to the outboard was thin-walled and was twisting and crimping. With John's help, we replaced and after a bit of retightening she held prime and fired off even after sitting for an hour. Success.

The day had worn on and Vera invited me for dinner. Sailors don't usually turn down home cooking... I wasn't going to be the exception. London broil, baked potato and FRIED OKRA. Whoopee!

I 'trailer camped' aboard Annie and the next morning I was served eggs, bacon and coffee and a good discussion about the maritime museum exhibit we are planning together. Later as I lit out for their neighborhood ramp. The wind was fresh and even with a mess of jet skis buzzing around the entrance to Town Creek like a bees around a hive I found some nice quiet reaches out into the Rappahonnock. A small wooden sloop tacked back and forth on the edges. Pretty cream-colored sails.

Forward to Sunday...  Back at home it was time to party. Our daughter is moving to San Francisco this week and her friends were invited to a send-off. Harkening back to our 20 years of living on an island in Florida, we decided to get our 'tropical back on'. So I set up a make-shift cooking station and we cranked up our 'go to' Mexican and Cuban treats. It was all really fun, but bitter sweet as well.


  1. Curt, Beautiful food! That's what it's all about in my book. Oh, and sailing is kinda cool too.