Lemons Way

The continuing adventures of a cruising sailor/family lawyer, his wife (also a lawyer), and their young children.

22 February 2017 | Real workyard
22 February 2017 | Real workyard
19 February 2017 | Marina Real Work Yard
19 February 2017 | Yard
19 February 2017 | Yard
17 February 2017 | Marina Real Workyard (still....)
31 January 2017 | I'm writing from the playroom in Tucson
31 January 2017 | Marina Real Work Yard - still
23 January 2017 | Marina Real Work Yard, which, until the mast is put back up, costs almost as much as a slip
23 January 2017 | Marina Real Work Yard
15 January 2017 | Something Asada...
15 January 2017 | Marina Real Workyard
27 December 2016 | Glorietta Bay
29 October 2016 | Swank Hotel
27 October 2016
23 October 2016 | Dolphin Bay
03 October 2016 | Wash
13 July 2016 | Marina Real dry storage work area

Remember That Ticket I Got Right Before I Left In May

14 July 2008 | Tucon, Arizona
Keith, believe it or not, hot and humid
My childhood friend Jen graciously picked me up from the airport and took me straight to our favorite sushi place. There we met Todd, who went to high school with me (though we didn't know each other at the time) and childhood friend and former roomate Zev, in from Israel. Zev was a big influence in Jake's life when he was a very young golden. It was really nice to go from being alone to being with good old friends. Jen took me to my parent's house, where I picked up my truck from their garage. I went back to my house on boulder canyon and spent the night there. It was a freaky night and I didn't sleep well. In a big empty house, no dogs or anything. The silence as I went to sleep was unnerving. I always felt comfortable and at home in that house. Not now. It was like I wasn't supposed to be there. By the next morning I couldn't wait to get outside. I went to defensive driving school from 7:30 a.m. until 12:30 a.m. It wasn't as bad as I expected, but it certainly wasn't fun. I could tell it was going to be a little different when the instructor had Grateful Dead playing on a boom box in the corner. Hours of rambling with a few jokes thrown in later and we were out of there. I went back to my house after running a few errands and again, I didn't want to be there anymore. My mother kindly offered for me to stay at their place and I took her up on the offer. It's still wierd to be here all alone, but better than my house. Cousin Jodi came over around sunset and we went over to my parents' clubhouse for a light dinner. I actually have a rather full schedule today so that should keep me busy, which is important.
Vessel Name: Oz
Vessel Make/Model: Cascade
Hailing Port: Tucson, Arizona
Keith is a 40 something year old Family Law Attorney from Tucson, Arizona who somehow managed to develop a love of sailboat cruising and adventure in spite of growing up in the desert. This blog used to be about how I become a n occasional coastal cruising sailor. [...]
Extra: Our sailing life has now come full circle back to San Carlos on the Sea Of Cortez.
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