We came home to 93 degrees and these photos wouldn't prove it. We could not believe the heat here on the Bay. This morning was fog and we were lucky to get 74 degrees. But that is a good thing as we are unloading the Alameda locker,(three storage units is too much junk!) and sorting and resorting and we didn't need the heat to do it. We have been collecting boat parts for so long that we don't have a clue as to what some of these misc. twetchels, pipes, screws, etc. are and are donating them to Dave and Bridget for their boat. Let them figure out what to do with this stuff. One person's treasure, etc. Robert weas concerned that there would not be any room - but we had built all sorts of storage and surprise, we can fit things in. The big surprise/shock is the foldaboat that has some pretty hefty seats and parts that have to be stowed. The boat folds to 4" wide and the seats are a heavy plastic that will slide around under one of the rear bunks. So much for saving space! The seats also serve to keep the boat from folding up on us when we are putting around. Supposedly it goes through surf better than the inflatable. We shall see, in Turtle Bay, Mexico in November.
Now that could be a scene: two German Shepherds crying to get out of the dink, us counting waves and yelling go now, and , and.....getting swamped. We did this off the Mokuluas in the inflatable one day, with me swimming the boat out, passengers rowing like mad and Robert trying to get the engine started. One of the passengers was our priest, and he was was oaring with such vigor that he didn't see that he was oaring across my chest while staring straight ahead as if we were after Moby Dick. I was laughing so hard that I had to swim out once the boat was started. And those were little waves. But great memories. How do you tell the parish priest he was messing with private body parts...although with an oar?
Now that could be a scene: two German Shepherds crying to get out of the dink, us counting waves and yelling go now, and , and.....getting swamped. We did this off the Mokuluas in the inflatable one day, with me swimming the boat out, passengers rowing like mad and Robert trying to get the engine started. One of the passengers was our priest, and he was was oaring with such vigor that he didn't see that he was oaring across my chest while staring straight ahead as if we were after Moby Dick. I was laughing so hard that I had to swim out once the boat was started. And those were little waves. But great memories. How do you tell the parish priest he was messing with private body parts...although with an oar?
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