My First Beach Chair and Beer
01 June 2009 | North side of San Evaristo
I've been carrying them since we left Port San Luis and we came close to getting rid of them more than once, but today I finally made use of our canvas folding beach chairs! Steve and his two kids from SV Ocean Blue along with me and my two kids hit the beach for a few hours today giving our admirals some alone time back aboard our respective boats. While the kids played, we relaxed in the beach chairs with the added bonus of an ice cold Pacifico snuggled tightly in a cozy drink cooler. It was an image right out of a cruising magazine selling the virtues of cruising the Sea of Cortez. We arrived back aboard the boat to the smell of mashed potatoes in the galley as Lori handed me the pork loin for sacrifice on the burn-B-Que. An entire post, or series of posts, could be made on the evils of the Magma BBQ or "Burn-B-Que", as I've once heard my brother Mark describe my dad's BBQ back in Bakersfield. The little temperature knob with the inscriptions of Low, Med, and High, is simply a gag, similar to an exploding cigar, woopie cushion, or hand buzzer. It's marketed to boaters and made out of 316 Stainless steel and retails at West Marine for $265 (not including the rail mounts), but boaters and cruisers would do well to pass on the temptation of adding another piece of stainless steel "boat jewelry" that only known one temperature setting, Too High.
If it wasn't for the beer and restful time spent on the beach, I may have been irritated about the crimes inflicted on my port loin by the beast, but the sunset, beer and good company obviously calmed my nerves. Surely keeping the Burn-B-Que from it's deserved fate of a one way trip to Davey Jones Locker, instead of my highly anticipate $34 peso pork loin!