Sunday, August 31, 2008
Three fingers
Theres stuff like this just out in cow pastures over here. One neighbor said that they date to 3000B.C.
Looking for good skipping rocks. And diamonds and crystals as usual..
Two studs in front of some equally studly cliffs
Im living on the tip of Reubens finger!
The coast is painfully beautiful. My legs still hurt.
Looking for good skipping rocks. And diamonds and crystals as usual..
Two studs in front of some equally studly cliffs
Im living on the tip of Reubens finger!
The coast is painfully beautiful. My legs still hurt.
Somewhere in Southern Ireland
Im working on a farm in Southern Ireland now.
Ive upgraded from wet sailboat bunk to caravan in the backyard! Ive got a kitchen, living room with TV!, bedroom with non-floating bed and a shower with HOT WATER. Its quite the pad.
Reuben is 7 and A HALF (the half is very important) and we look for crystals and diamonds on the way to the treefort that weve been building in the woods. We just finished the treefort today, which was perfect because Reuben starts school tomorrow. Here he is with a diamond. Around here you can find them just laying around, princess cut and all. We rich.
Green is my thing at the moment. And no more water than this, puh-leaze.
Reuben is 7 and A HALF (the half is very important) and we look for crystals and diamonds on the way to the treefort that weve been building in the woods. We just finished the treefort today, which was perfect because Reuben starts school tomorrow. Here he is with a diamond. Around here you can find them just laying around, princess cut and all. We rich.
Green is my thing at the moment. And no more water than this, puh-leaze.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
From the Azores to Ireland
We had some interesting fun during our Azores to Ireland leg, heres a short rundown-
The day that we were leaving I was feeling awful. I had some sinus thing going on since Bermuda- couldnt breathe through my nose, heavy mucus and dizzy. The day we were leaving it hit me really hard- I felt like I had a fever, high heart rate, plus all of the above. I called Dad and he said I probably had a sinus infection. Luckily I had a Z-pack with me and I took the first dose, two pills. The infection hadnt affected my appetite, and an hour earlier I had the "Special" at the marina cafe for a last meal on land. The "special" still makes me sick thinking about it. It was a bun with chicken, ham, sausage, an egg, a monster slice of cheese and french fries covered in cheese. It seems like it was all in a big pile. It was huge. Then I took the first antibiotic dose and we pulled out of the harbor at 8 or 9 pm. As soon as we make it around the eastern side of the island and start to head north, we get into the choppiest mess of an ocean imaginable.
My journal entry that night reads-
We had some engine trouble during the last sail. I'll get into that in another post. We ended up sailing into the harbor here at Crosshaven, cranking the motor at the last moment possible because it was making such a racket. Today David found that there are six mounting bolts broken on the engine motor mounts. Thats all on the starboard side! We took such a pounding on the last leg that the motor was halfway broken loose. No wonder it was making a racket!
The day that we were leaving I was feeling awful. I had some sinus thing going on since Bermuda- couldnt breathe through my nose, heavy mucus and dizzy. The day we were leaving it hit me really hard- I felt like I had a fever, high heart rate, plus all of the above. I called Dad and he said I probably had a sinus infection. Luckily I had a Z-pack with me and I took the first dose, two pills. The infection hadnt affected my appetite, and an hour earlier I had the "Special" at the marina cafe for a last meal on land. The "special" still makes me sick thinking about it. It was a bun with chicken, ham, sausage, an egg, a monster slice of cheese and french fries covered in cheese. It seems like it was all in a big pile. It was huge. Then I took the first antibiotic dose and we pulled out of the harbor at 8 or 9 pm. As soon as we make it around the eastern side of the island and start to head north, we get into the choppiest mess of an ocean imaginable.
My journal entry that night reads-
"7-24-08 11:31pm- Back on the sea. Rocking and rolling violently. Im going around putting things back in cabinets that have been thrown out. I cant sleep. Sinus infection or something that I seem to have had since Bermuda at least. I started the Z-pack today. Snot dripping everywhere, fever and serious sinus pressure. Were doing 1 knot. A wonderful start. (I was being sarcastic.) The ocean is a terrible roller coaster of emotions. And I want off for good."Things got much worse before they got any better. I'll post past journal entries as I go through them. Today we found a reminder of how bad it really was.
We had some engine trouble during the last sail. I'll get into that in another post. We ended up sailing into the harbor here at Crosshaven, cranking the motor at the last moment possible because it was making such a racket. Today David found that there are six mounting bolts broken on the engine motor mounts. Thats all on the starboard side! We took such a pounding on the last leg that the motor was halfway broken loose. No wonder it was making a racket!
Saint Fin Barre's Cathedral
I found Saint Fin Barre's Cathedral but it was after visiting hours. I'll try again when Im in Cork again.
Ive been eating super healthy. Heres a sample- fried potato cake. Its like herb mashed potatoes battered in whatchama callit and deep fried. It was cold and lightly raining when I sat in the grassy square of Blarney and ate, after visiting the castle.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Blarney Castle
Back in the day when school was at the top of the perpetually snowy hill, they didnt have these sissy safety bars.
The stone is on the bottom. I was sure to give it a really good lick and get a good mouthful of all the other tourist slobber on it. Looks like alot of people missed the stone and kissed the one above it. HA. No eloquence for you.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Ireland
Last night was the second night in the wonderfully flat waters of the Royal Cork Yacht Club.
The first local I met.
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