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S/V Si Bon
Who: Steve Cook
Port: San Diego, California
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11/13/2010, Back on the ball

Yesterday my long time friend Yvette and her not yet 3 year old son Mitchell came to visit me from Orange County. You need to know that Yvette is (or was) your stereo-type Orange County woman, in Real Estate, lives in a big house and use to drive a Mercedes, so I wasn't sure how she would do with the ride in the inflatable dinghy to the 41 foot sailboat bobbing around in San Diego bay routine.....but I had my doubts. Well I gotta tell you I was proven wrong (again). I picked up Yvette and Mitchell in the dinghy, now remember that they are facing forward, so I can't see their faces, but I can usually tell from body language how things are going up front..and it looked like they were old hands at this. I really wanted to go sailing yesterday...and sometimes children, and even some adults (Frank) get very nervous the first time on a heeling (tilting) sailboat....well again they appeared to in the groove as young Mitchell, eyes wide open, took in all the sights of San Diego Bay...he even took the traditional Si Bon nap. Yvette decided that things were going so well that they might just as well spend the night, so we took the dinghy in for a nice dinner and returned to Si Bon in the dink after dark, Mitchell settled in for one of his DVD's (pic) and we hit the sack early for a good night sleep. All in all I would say everything went very well, and that motherhood has been VERY good for Yvette.

11/16/2010 | Ashley Cook
this sounds like sooooo much fun and Mitchell is such a cutie!!!
Birthday on the hook
11/11/2010, Glorietta Bay

Well I'm now officially a senior citizen, at 55 I will now start getting discounts at a few places, for instance I will now save $1.00 at the Coronado Rec center whenever I workout or take a shower...I also just got my health insurance statement and discovered that my monthly cost went up by $154.00 a to save that I am going to have to start working out and showering 5-6 times a day...oh boy. That said I had a GREAT birthday, it started off with calls from both of my wonderful daughters(I love my daughters), I then began receiving greeting after greeting from my facebook friends (I love FB). The day ended as I was sitting in the cockpit of Si Bon (why is it called a cockpit?) sipping a Coors Light (I love Coors Light), thinking how blessed I am (I love God), when up pulls the Svoboda family, Robert, Katrina and their 3 year old son Adam. The Svoboda's tied off their dinghy and scrambled aboard Si Bon with a delicious piece of strawberry cheese cake (I love cheese cake), little Adam sang me the birthday song, I blew out my candle, wasn't sure what to wish for because I seem to already have everything anyone could want, and we all dug in to the cheese cake. So people may say "so what did you do for your birthday" and I would say "I did everything that means anything to me".

11/11/2010 | Rich
Happy Birthday Steve! Cheers!
11/11/2010 | Brian B
Happy Birthday Steve. Live the dream.
11/16/2010 | Ashley Cook
I love you pops and am so proud of you! You're living the dream!
worlds shortest cruise
11/10/2010, Glorietta Bay

Yesterday I decided to leave my mooring ball and go to Glorietta Bay for three days. Glorietta Bay is a distance of a little over 1 NM from my ball. Glorietta Bay is a very quiet, well protected cove, I have a view of the Hotel del Coronado(see pic) one way, the Coronado golf course another way and a high end marina yet another way. So why did I decide to do this very short trip...a few reasons, first it gave me great practice in single handed anchoring (with a little coaching from Robert), second it is a beautiful little cove that has almost no rocking motion (unlike my ball) and besides if I wanted to stay in one place all the time I could have just kept my land based house and missed out on all of the adventures I am now enjoying.
I am able to anchor for free for 3 days a week with a max of 9 days per I will be staying here a lot over the next few months. Anyone who wants to come visit and save themselves the VERY high cost of staying at the Hotel del let me know:-).

11/10/2010 | ashley Cook
you were right...this view is gorgeous!
11/10/2010 | amber
woooo hoooo... looks fun!!! watch out for those mission bay gangsters! they could put on a scuba suit and rob you cold...hahahaha ps. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
11/10/2010 | mike and michelle
what a great anchorage to be on your birthday.....enjoy the views and the protected waters.....cheers, M & M
nautical terms
11/09/2010, Si Bon

As I was waiting for my coffee to brew this morning I was busy doing dishes, wiping counters and putting things away, I said to myself "there the kitchen is all clean..opps I mean the galley". It suddenly dawned on me, why do I have to call it a's a kitchen, it has a stove, a refrigerator, a microwave and even a dishwasher (me), it has dishes (now clean) IT'S A FREAKIN KITCHEN! I began to wonder how many people have been scared away from boating life because they asked some cantankerous old skipper "where's the bathroom" and he shot back "WE DON'T HAVE BATHROOMS ON A BOAT, THE HEAD IS BELOW", why is it called a head?? there's nothing in there that I would want my head anywhere close to. Why is right starboard and left port...why can't we just say right or left. My friend Captain Robert Svoboda, SV BabaYaga, was telling me a story yesterday about a Naval Security dude who was directing him to "turn to port" which would have put him directly into the path of the frigate they were protecting, I wonder if the dude could have just said "turn to your right" would that have had less confusion? I could go on and on about not having any walls (bulkheads), no ropes (lines) blah blah blah...but I'm already feeling way to much like Andy Rooney for this early...besides I need to go to the bathroom....opps... I mean head.

11/09/2010 | Mili
And a NICE little kitchen at that.
11/09/2010 | ric
You could say it's the loo, the can or the shitter but it's a freakin head. In the days of yore a sailor had to go up to the bow and stick his ass through a web of rope so it became "the head" (of the boat, oddly enough just like yours).

And feeling a bit like Andy Rooney myself, it might be bad judgement to say to the harbor master on the radio "should I go right or left?" but he'd know what you meant.

BTW, I'm in New Zealand where everyone calls you "mate" and it has nothing to do with procreation, it's that they are descended from a maritime culture where everyone was a shipmate.

And BTW I'm in a room that's "too small to swing a cat", which originally meant the foc'sle (forecastle where the crew slept) where the ceiling was too low to swing a cat of nine tails so the crew had to be dragged on deck and tied to the mast to be flogged.

Why say flogged when youi mean whipped? wink

happy flogging
11/06/2010, Coronado

So last night my buddy Frank came down to go to happy hour with me. I hadn't put my outboard on the dinghy yet so I rowed into Tidelands Park and met Frank, he had this funny, deer in the headlights look on his face as we strolled through the beautiful park towards my truck, finally Frank blurted out "buddy, this place is REALLY NICE". We drove over to a place called Coronado Ferry Landing, which is a bayside commercial center full of restaurants, art galleries and tourist type shops, it is also home to one of San Diego's highest class dining establishments, Peohe's. I had seen a place on one of my earlier trips called Candelas, which seemed to have a good happy that's where we settled in, all along the way Frank kept repeating "buddy THIS IS REALLY NICE"
It seems that when Frank heard that I only pay $225.00 a month in rent he assumed that I was holed up in the ghetto, (I'm not), it also seems that one of Frank's neighbors, who couldn't tell the truth on a bet, told Frank that gang bangers would don SCUBA gear and swim out to my boat and strip EVERYTHING off of her, "BUDDY THIS IS REALLY NICE".
Coronado is one of the most exclusive places to live in San Diego, their website calls it "a small beach community with an island atmosphere". Coronado is home to the Hotel Del Coronado, (more on the del later), a large naval base and a major Navy SEAL training center. As Frank settled in to the " island Atmosphere" and we had another $2.50 Pacifico, he said " buddy I have a completely different opinion of where you live, I just thought for $225.00 a month you had to be in a real shit hole, BUDDY THIS IS REALLY NICE".
I haven't seen any SCUBA equipped gang bangers yet...but I will keep an eye out for them.

11/08/2010 | Sharon
Sound just like Frank!! He has liven in SD for years.....Coronado has never changed. Guess you just found a great deal in the heart of a very exclusive community.

We are enjoying your blog. We check in often to hear about all of your adventures. Keep posting!!
11/09/2010 | Bruce & Sharon
Hi Steve:
Enjoying your Blog.
Im pulling the Plug at intel on January 3rd. Sharon and I are planning to come and visit/sail subject to your schedule in 2011..
My Best Bruce
never a dull moment
Steve/warm air, cold water
11/05/2010, San Diego Bay

You would think that going 5 NM (nautical miles) from slip to mooring ball couldn't have to much excitement...HA, think again. As I motored across the bay towards North Island Naval Base (not really an island), I noticed a large aircraft carrier outbound coming up the bay...already knowing that the navy wants you to keep your distance, I cut a sharper angle and reduced my speed so as to give the carrier plenty of room. I turned around to see if anything was behind me and sure enough there was another large warship and some sort of landing craft inbound, the bay was also full of Naval Security boats buzzing around, lights flashing, sirens wailing, all I could think of was "I need to get a picture of this for my blog"...everything worked out and I was able to stay clear of the warships with no problem. I have noticed the security guys seem to pay MUCH more attention to Si Bon when my 20 something year old daughters and their friends are aboard...go figure.
BUT WAIT...there's more. So I get to the ball, remember I'm by myself, I slowly come up to the pick up pole, I run up the deck grab the pole and quickly discover the my mooring line is wrapped around the anchor chain of the mooring bouy (Fritz warned me about this), this means that my 15 foot mooring line is now effectively about two feet...which is not enough to be able to tie off the boat. After nearly being yanked off the boat, I said to myself *&%#, then I started tugging and pulling the mooring line and was finally able to get enough line to get it onto my bow cleat...but the line still had plenty of wraps around the chain that I knew I had to deal with soon. I quickly dropped my dinghy off the deck and went up to take a look....I could tell that the only way I was going to be able to untangle the mess was to dive on went fins, mask, snorkel and into the 63 degree water I went...note to self, next time wear your wetsuit.

11/09/2010 | Vicki
YEP ... next time wear wet suit! BRRRRRR

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