Or how to get your ride off the dirt track and back to bitumen via the panelbeater.
Dennis Quaid, madman, back from the Mafia trying to assassinate him in Canada:
https://youtu.be/4saF3iA7-cw
The first thing would be to establish calm in the actual oval Office (not the cubby house across the road). Do this by singing 'mi doonsen den mi poopsen den den'. I'm on the poop den of Red Herring right now after sailing her to Dangar island in blistering westerly winds like yesterday morning.
Then I'd communicate with China, 'how about a reek?' I wouldn't wait for an immediate answer, there wouldn't be one anyway. I can fly that bitch.
And fuck you I'll skate to the beach and I'll look better getting there.
https://youtu.be/lrROABXAn8Q
Now I understand how important it is to read the weather forecast and what I'm looking for. A tremendous lesson for the kids Alex and Scarlet how scary sailing can be. 20mph maximum wind gusts, unpredictable wind.
Scary. Great adventure. Three hours from Avalon sailing club to Dangar island with help from a motor. Sailing easily without motor from Pittwater harbour though. Beautiful. We left Red Herring on a mooring and got a boat ride from mooring owner back to Brooklyn and train home. Slept in the crib and$35aud ferry mom dad and three kids to Dangar island this morning from Brooklyn then I ferried the entire posse back to Brooklyn from Dangar island. Sick.
Holiday from Sunday bus driving.
The next boat over is called Hell Bent and has a canopy draped with Spanish flags. Guessing they live on the island. Broke fast early again today like 90 minutes early. The food was a bit old like lasagna and two pieces KFC hadn't been refrigerated so boiled it.
Timeline April 8 arrive Avalon sailing club late after two hours gardening job while Alex and Scarlet watched Ukrainian movie at local cinema and a quick meal. Sun setting so rush to kayak to Red Herring and move her to a closer mooring to the club. Get kids from club, after showering and kayak individually to Red Herring in the dark. Moon not out. Only 40 yards or so. Leave food unrefrigerated in big bag hidden in club. Dumb thing to do. Ate a little too early that evening too. Play Spanish card game chinchon with Scarlet with Spanish deck of cards. Same as with grandma 'Piety' (helluva name). I think my kids might have been playing with her reincarnation possibly, family friend about seven years old. Lives in the gritty old hood in western Sydney. My actual grandmother went there in 1976 from Spain when I was born.
Anyway Scarlet scored a chinchon (like gin rummy) clawing back from certain defeat to win. Alex fell asleep at the bow and I woke him and swapped beds and he slept next to Scarlet. Next morning at the club pontoon 8am with the tide coming up midway towards high. Coffee and craps. Water and off we go. Some folks even took some photos and pushed us out. 825am ish we're off, sailing beautifully out of Pittwater harbour with two sails up and no motor making great time beautiful winds.
The westerly there, which is rare, has to surmount a little mountain chain, kind of like when you're playing stealth bomber as a nerdy teenager. There'll be mountains in Poland or Iran or somewhere and a super short runway.
But once we cleared the west head and into the mouth of the ocean and the proper channel, we felt the full blast of the westerly, whiched peaked around 20mph and which I remember very well. The kids freaked out there and I eventually just dropped the topsail although really we were making tremendous time but everything was stressing the boat, tipping her and creaking her. She needs her shrouds overhauled basically. Another hour into the on again off again bustling gusts.
Finally a great time at Dangar island by midday. Very festive atmosphere there. We got an offer to use a mooring and even a ride in a boat to the mainland and went home on an express train. Very cruisy.
Chilling in the crib this morning ferry to island etc. Great weekend.
The sun is setting now still twenty minutes or so until it's completely dark. Ate too soon.
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