The Price of Not Sailing (One of Them)Keith
03/08/2008, Kitchen, Tucson
Another Sunrise at the Wash03/04/2008
I've got a huge trial starting today. The wash is very often the calm before the storm in my present life.
Flying in TucsonKeith
Driving back from Mt. Lemmon, I happened along this hot air balloon flying low and crossing the way. When the conditions are right, Tucson is a spectacular place to fly. Some of these mornings lately have been making me long for my ultralight days.
Anne Backyard MorningKeith
The Wash at Winter Morning's LightKeith
03/01/2008, Tucson, Pantano Road
I'll be back to sailing in May, until then all I can do is continue to read the sailblogs of others, share the images and thoughts of the present, and work diligently to complete what I must get done in the next 60 days.
I dug up this picture from last October's adventures on the ICW.
A Wash Runs In the DesertKeith
Who says there's no running water in southern, Arizona. The wash has been running for months. I've never experienced anything like it in all my years here. It comes from the Catalina mountains to the north of us. The weather conditions this past Fall and Winter have put an incredible amount of water up there. This is where it runs on its way down into the valley of the sun. The County has constructed large concrete sides to this watershed and upon these are the graded trails that we walk almost daily. Jake has been loving the water, no matter how cold. For months, I've been toweling them dry and clean when we get home from the back of the truck. My floors are not so thrilled anymore either.
Tucson Morning RoutineKeith
02/29/2008, Cloud Rd.
Driving to the wash early in the morning to take the dogs and myself for a walk. This is the neighborhood I was raised in. It is getting to be that time of year when the sun rises just in time to fit perfectly into my work routine. Sunsets are also happening right around the time I arrive home from work. I like those times of day. Peaceful.
Just a Phase02/25/2008, Keith's garage
My parents wouldn't let me get any type of motorcycle when I was a kid except for this three wheel thing with a 3 hp motor that hardly ever worked. My brother Kevin and I pulled on that damn starter cord until we were exhausted. I can remember about two times when it worked. The first time my father let everyone on the street ride it and my brother and I only got like one turn. We hated him for that. The second time it worked I took my childhood best friend Brett on a ride around the frontiers of my neighborhood. That was awesome. Then it broke again. I probably broke it. My brother and I went in on an old lambretta scooter when we were in high school, but it broke too. Much fun when it did work. Fast little thing. My first bike was a Yamaha Riva 180 scooter. Bought it my first year of college and used it to explore Los Angeles and the Valley. Many good times and fond memories on that bike. Gave me some problems, but it was worth it. Brought it back to Tucson in the bed of my high school friend's truck and drove it for a while at the U of A until I sold it to another student, who quickly trashed it. Inexplicably, I didn't own another bike until after law school, though I rented them when I traveled. I moved to St. Louis for a year after school and bought a used Blue BMW R-65 from the dealer. That was really my first introduction to motorcycling and it firmly established a love affair with BMW motorcycles that continues to this day. I eventually drove the little bike across the country back to Los Angeles to live and work with my brother in property management for the greater part of a year. I used to go on Sunday motorcycle drives up into Malibu and the wilderness areas. When I came back to Tucson to start law practice, I drove that little R-65 with an Israeli friend on back. He kept trying to fall asleep. I eventually sold that bike to a guy who I still see riding it from time to time years later. Not long thereafter, I picked up a vintage Honda crotch rocket that gave me trouble and had a problem with the id numbers such that I couldn't register it. Traded that in with some extra cash for an old but very low miles Honda Rebel 450. Enjoyed that bike for several years and just sold it recently because it was starting to give me problems from lack of use. During the time I had the Rebel I went on a kind of motorcycle/materialism kick and owed four at one time: The aforementioned Rebel, a BMW F-650 Funduro (I still have that one), a Yamaha Zuma 50 Scooter (still have that one too), and the bike in the blog photo before you, my biggest and coolest bike yet, a Honda VTX 1300. Silver. With windshield and extra light bar. Sweet bike. But I couldn't keep that many mistresses contented and with the upcoming sailing adventure, I need to unload a lot of unnecessary trappings of shore life.
Wild Life In My NeighborhoodKeith
02/22/2008, My Backyard
I'm sitting in my kitchen listening to the classical music channel on my short wave radio receiver, amplified by the powered speakers I usually attach to this computer. It isn't a short wave channel, it's the local one. These types of radios get incredibly precise and clear reception of FM and I prefer it to the fancy house system. It is still dark out at 6:21 am. As soon as it begins to get light outside I'll make coffee, throw the dogs in the truck and drive them to their walk by the wash. It's about a 7 minute drive that we do pretty much every day, except those days we hike up at Lemmon or are traveling. I've been reading a number of blogs of late from folks who were just about ready to head off cruising but something went wrong or they chickened-out or couldn't sell their house or a million other reasons. I hope that doesn't happen to me. I'm planning to be on the water by mid-May and sail south well into June or later, depending on the weather. More about all that later, I am beginning to see the first signs of light.
Singer Family Adventures
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