a brief buckeye interlude

Hey kids, I have to take a brief intermission from the Bahamas sailing trip posts. We're taking off tonight for a whirlwind weekend tour of Ohio that includes meeting Christy's grandma, all 700 of her friends in Cleveland, the "other" Jason Anderson, a wedding, sailing Lake Erie, Columbus, Cleveland and Toledo.

our first offshore sailing experience, pt. 2

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getting there

Our plans to get to the Bahamas were comprised of a patchwork quilt of airlines with flights landing in and taking off from all sorts of cities around the US before depositing us into Marsh Harbour on Great Abaco Island. The keystone flight in this byzantine plan was from Denver, CO to Ft. Lauderdale, FL on Frontier Airlines. 5 days prior to leaving, Frontier Airlines cheerfully notified us that they were no longer flying into Ft. Lauderdale and therefore, cancelling our flight. Always happy to help, Frontier generously offered to refund the cost of the flight, never mind that we now had an North America-sized gap in our itinerary. Continental Airlines rolled it's eyes at Frontier and stepped in to save they day. The Continental agent booked us on flights from Seattle all the way through to Marsh Harbour without fuss or fanfare.

Lesson learned. Frontier == the suck. Continental == way better.

We landed in Marsh Harbour on Saturday afternoon and were met outside the airport by a pre-arranged taxi driver holding a sign with our names on it. I've always wondered what it's like to be one of those people who have drivers waiting specifically for you. Especially drivers who are sweet and pretty and smile and talk and laugh with you while she drives. This really ruined all of my past body-odor-and-pine-sol taxi experiences.

man o' war cay

We were whisked off to the Moorings marina where we were met by Christy's dad, Carl. As this was the first meeting with either of Christy's parents, I took particular note of the fact that Carl had just recently purchased a machete. "For opening coconuts", he said. I'm not nervous.

Carl led us down a maze of docks towards the end where Bright Ayes awaited. She's a beautiful shiny Caliber 47 LRC (Long Range Cruiser), cutter-rigged and center cockpit. After introductions with the owner, Wayne, we went through a briefing on the boat and stowed our gear in the forward stateroom. Afterwards, we shoved off from the dock and quickly anchored out in the harbor. We all hopped in the dinghy and ran to shore to grab the last of the required provisions from one of the few, good grocery stores in the Bahamas.


Bright Ayes at anchor.

Upon arriving back at Bright Ayes, we made ready for sail. Both Wayne and Carl were in the Navy aboard nuclear submarines and Wayne runs his boat with a few holdovers from the Navy days. The etymology of the name Bright Ayes goes back to the Navy tradition of responding to a command by repeating the command followed by "aye". So after each command given, we were to repeat the command back followed by "aye". We fell lockstep into this pattern and now, two weeks later we still "pass the salt and pepper, aye".

I took over the helm as we raised anchor and Wayne guided me from the bow via radio headsets.

Wayne: "Steer two six zero."

Me: "Steering two six zero, aye."

[pause]

Wayne: "You went passed 260, didn't you?"

Me: "Um, aye?"

We motored out of the harbor and raised sail on a quick reach across Abaco Straight towards Man O' War Cay (pronounced "key", not "kay"; only yokels pronounce it "kay", ask me how I know).


"Machete" Carl hanging out in the cockpit on our sail over to Man O' War Cay.

We were headed to Man O' War Cay where friends of Carl and Anne (Christy's mom who will make an appearance later in our story) have a beautiful compound-esque house looking out onto the Atlantic Ocean. Man O' War Cay is a small island east of Marsh Harbour where the only transportation is golf carts.


Being welcomed into the harbor at Man O' War Cay.


Wayne wrangling the dinghy.


Lest we get lost, a map!


The main transportational arterial on MOW Cay, also known as The Queens Highway.

We settled into the Dune House portion of the compound which sits (surprise!) on top of a dune. The upper deck looks out over the Atlantic Ocean which makes it a great spot of for sunrises. We scrounged the neighborhood for coconuts and found three good candidates for whacking. Apparently, Carl really did buy the machete for opening coconuts. I totally wasn't nervous.


The lower room in the Dune House.


Deck overlooking the Atlantic.


Coconut harvest.


Carl showing us how to get into a coconut with a machete.


Christy giving a coconut what for.

sandy cay

After spending a relaxing evening in the Dune House, we dinghyed back to Bright Ayes and got her ready for a sail south to Sandy Cay. Our plan was to kill off the day snorkeling at a reef down in Sandy Cay to give some weather north of us time to clear out. Around dinner time, we'd start the journey back north - destination: New Jersey. After a great three hour sail south, we arrived at Sandy Cay. A quick lunch and then we all threw on snorkel gear and hopped in the water. First sea life we see when we approach the reef? A shark. Did I get a picture? No, of course I didn't.


This particular ship didn't quit make it past the opening in the reef between the Straight of Abaco and the Atlantic. Apparently, it's been there for the last 18 months.


Here's some coral and... uh, other stuff.


Here's a fish.


Some more coral. I think. Or maybe it's a mushroom. What am I, Jacques Cousteau?


Christy getting her snorkel on.


We saw three of these guys flying in formation.


Carl cruising the coral.


Wayne just hanging out.

UP NEXT: the mighty Atlantic Ocean and how she made us her bitches. Stay tuned!

our first offshore sailing experience, pt. 1

I don't have the time to do a full write up of our trip sailing from the Bahamas to the Virginia ("What happened to NJ?" you say? Well, that comes in the next blog post) so I'll throw out a few lists and facts as an executive summary and follow up later on this week with a full report.

Here's a list of things Christy threw up the first 2 1/2 days at sea:

• one ham sandwich


• three peanut butter crackers


• an apple


• 21 saltines


• an anti-seasickness pill (Irony - you are a cruel mistress)


• Christmas dinner, 2007


• one pair of Keen sandals, green


• 8 bucks in Sacajawea dollar coins (dibs!)


• and a partridge in a pear tree

Now, I know what you're thinking: Jason, you steely-eyed man of action - you never once got seasick! Well, ahem. Rather than mete out my vomit in polite deliveries into the galley sink or overboard over the course of a few days like Christy, I chose to save it all up into one single gastronomical Pompeii all over Christy, the cockpit, starboard side deck, and lifelines. And I still ejected enough detritus overboard to create a navigation hazard. So if you're currently sailing the Gulf Stream, keep a weather eye out for Puke Island.

Here's a list of things I smashed with my ass while flying from the port side of the boat to the starboard side of the boat after we plowed into a particularly disgruntled wave:

• starboard hanging locker door


• my ego

Some fun facts:

• number of sharks seen while snorkeling: 1


• number of times I touched the GPS screen after distinctly being told not to: 2


• highest wind speed seen on the anemometer: 36 knots


• highest wave height experienced: 18 feet


• highest wave height experienced according to my estimation: 70 feet


• number of times Christy flew off the starboard settee while her dad, Carl, and I changed tacks without warning her: 1


• number of times Carl and I unfurled the staysail only to immediately refurl it back in (average per watch): 24.5


• number of coconuts jettisoned off Virginia Beach to avoid the wrath of U.S. Customs: 12


• amount of produce frantically shoved into our mouths as three armed U.S. Customs officials walked down the dock towards our boat (in pounds): 8


• amount of pleasure from inhaling the first Dairy Queen milkshake upon landing in Norfolk, VA after 6 days at sea: not numerically quantifiable

That's all for now. All kidding aside, it was a great trip, lots of fun and we gleaned buckets of information. More to come when I get the pictures uploaded and a little time to sort out the trip in my head.

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island time

Our flight leaves at 11:45PM tonight. If Christy had her way, we'd be at the airport at 11:35PM. If I had my way, we'd be at the airport at noon. But once the last of three flights touches down in Marsh Harbour, time will be much less meaningful. We'll be on Bahamas time. Island time. Time for a nap on the beach time.

Not for long, though. Once a weather window opens, we'll be hopping onto a 47' center cockpit Caliber called 'Bright Ayes' and sailing north to New Jersey with Christy's dad and the owner of Bright Ayes, Wayne. Check out their blog here.

We'll be taking lots of pics on the way and post them when we get back. Can't wait can't wait can't wait!

bellingham crealock 37 the sequel part II

Crealock 37's are a known commodity in the boat market. They are typically well cared after boats and well outfitted. And there's enough of them sold to establish a reasonable range in market value. So we made an offer on the Bellingham Crealock with a price that we felt was slightly above market value given the number of hours on the engine and the general condition of the boat. The owner counter offered with a final offer at a price that was slightly below hostage negotiation value.

Sadly, this boat is not to be ours.

he just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich

More random thoughts on Australia because I can't be bothered to compose a coherent train of thought. You're welcome.

• I am continually amazed at how beautiful Melbourne is. The architecture is a suprising mix of modern and classic. And the green space. Oh man, what incredible parks these people have.



• The guy sitting next to me in the office has Beastie Boy's Intergalactic as the ringtone on his cellphone. So at random points during the day I rock out to MCA, Mike D and Ad-Rock. But only for four seconds at a time.



• It gets dark here early, around 5:30. It is after all, winter. (I'm a little confused on how it can be winter in Melbourne AND Seattle at the same time but it is what it is.) So my routine has been to get up early - around 4AM - and walk around to the places I want to see before work so I have a chance at seeing them in the daylight. My body has no idea what time it is anyways and seems to be just fine with the 80yr old man schedule of in bed by 9:00 and up by 4:00.



• Speaking of walking in the dark, Melbourne feels safe to walk around any time of day. I've yet to be even slightly concerned anywhere I've walked in this city.



• The other night I was walking around downtown looking for a reasonable place to eat. And by reasonable, I mean less than $35/plate. When lo and behold, I stumbled across Beers Deluxe. Since the only thing better than beer is deluxe beer, I figured I better give it a shot. When the waitress set down in front of me a spiral bound notebook of their list of beers including a table of contents organized by genre, well. As we say in Montana: I was happier than a two-peckered billy goat.



• Beers Deluxe was in this place called Federation Square. Just frickin' cool. Go there at night. Thank me later.



• "For someone who said he wasn't going to do any blog posts, you sure do blog alot." Yeah, yeah, yeah. Wait until I'm back in San Jose, CA in a few weeks. Be happy I won't be blogging about that trip.



• Seven out of ten toes do not have blisters on them. That's a clear majority so suck it up, Sally.