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s/v Kaimu Wharram Catamaran

Vessel Name: Kaimu
Vessel Make/Model: Wharram Custom
Hailing Port: Norwalk, CT
Crew: Andy and the Kaimu Crew
About: Sailors in the Baltimore, Annapolis, DC area.
10 August 2019 | Hilo, HI
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Recent Blog Posts
10 August 2019 | Hilo, HI

Ten Dolla

I went to the Cost-U-Less market, a favorite of my deceased father. This is a chain of provisioners who in the Caribbean provision yachts, but here in Hilo, Hawaii, provision mostly the locals. Good prices on a lot of things. I picked up beer for my brother and when I loaded up the car noticed my [...]

09 August 2019 | Puna, Hawaii

Got Lava?

On Oahu I was in a different society, more like San Diego than Pago Pago. My sister-in-law is an active person in the college community, she likes to do things and get involved, there is a crowd of friends that swarm around her, and thus she organized a pasta class. Her daughter was making lasagna [...]

09 August 2019 | Kahala, Oahu

Birds of Paradise Park, Pt. 2

I took a day trip to Oahu to visit my sister-in-law, the widow of my deceased younger brother. He had struggled to build a house on the site of an old ranch style house in the upscale neighborhood of Kahala. Basically they bought the neglected cheapest house in an expensive neighborhood and began to [...]

01 August 2019 | Hilo, HI

Hurricane Erick Approaches

My plan to exercise to burn calories on the bicycle backfired when I pedaled up the slopes of Waiakea Uka for about 10 minutes, then got soaked by a typical Hilo deluge. The weather forecast was no better in the days ahead. There were two hurricanes approaching Hawaii, Erick and Flossie. It is unlikely [...]

31 July 2019 | Hilo, HI

Birds of Paradise Park, Pt. 1

I was settling into a few days of transition of time, jet lag, biorhythms out of sync, and my schemes to shorten the process were to no avail. It was not bad, though, to wake up at 4 AM ready for the day, turn on the Tour de France, but now the tour is finished and I may be finished with jet lag. My [...]

26 July 2019 | Hilo, HI

Hawaii Bound

I was preparing for my trip to Hawaii and organizing stuff both on board Kaimu and in the boatyard. I do not usually lock things away, I trust my fellow yardbirds to not take things. It is strange how this works most of the time, but other times I am noticing newbies eying any items not tied down, [...]

Ten Dolla

10 August 2019 | Hilo, HI
Capn Andy | Mild Summer
I went to the Cost-U-Less market, a favorite of my deceased father. This is a chain of provisioners who in the Caribbean provision yachts, but here in Hilo, Hawaii, provision mostly the locals. Good prices on a lot of things. I picked up beer for my brother and when I loaded up the car noticed my cell phone was gone. I had it in the upper portion of the shopping cart along with a paper notebook. I didn't notice that it was gone until I was up out of the parking lot and on my way. I drove back and the phone was gone. Fortunately all the pictures I took with it were on my computer and also uploaded to the cloud. But the phone itself was gone. Maybe it fell into the cart, maybe it fell from the cart to the floor or the parking lot. It was gone. Maybe someone who found it would return it to the store.
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The happy smiling aloha people who signal you with the shaka sign wouldn't take a phone that was not theirs, would they. They would. No one returned a phone to the store. I gave the store phone numbers to call if my phone was returned. No calls. Get a new phone, haole.
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We were scheduled to meet my sister, her Hawaiian husband, their incredibly sociable daughter, and of course my daughter and her partner at a sushi restaurant in Hilo called, Ocean Sushi. Fist my older brother's daughter came in, a true Hawaiian girl. Then my sister came in with another girl, very beautiful and quiet, who was that? Then my Hawaiian brother-in-law came in, he was a force to reckon with. Soon we were all together and then I realized who the pretty girl was that came in with my sister. It was her daughter Gina. Captivating. Going to work at UH at Manoa for her PhD.
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I am recommending this sushi restaurant. Also recommending Hilo Bay Cafe near the Suisan Fish Market. We went up to Volcano where the national park is and saw how the crater there has fallen in quite a bit. There is concern that more of the park will tumble down into the large caldera. The huge lava fields of Puna came from the underground store of lava under the volcano, so now there is an empty space for the volcano to collapse into. Nearby is a restaurant called Ohelo Cafe. It is highly recommended.
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The following night we ate at Moon and Turtle. This is a restaurant with limited seating, limited menu, but extraordinary quality. The menu is created unique each day and this day there were 3 entrees and 5 appetizers. We ended up with all the appetizers and I had one of the entrees, Lamb Papparadelle. The appetizers included potatoes roasted with octopus, two kinds of sashimi, crostini with salt cured ahi tuna, and small spiced oysters on the half shell. We consumed a lot of wine at $2/oz. and suffered hangover the next morning. It was great.
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The photo is of a glass of wine, pinot noir by Pino. $10.

Got Lava?

09 August 2019 | Puna, Hawaii
Capn Andy | Sunny
On Oahu I was in a different society, more like San Diego than Pago Pago. My sister-in-law is an active person in the college community, she likes to do things and get involved, there is a crowd of friends that swarm around her, and thus she organized a pasta class. Her daughter was making lasagna in the large kitchen with her friend from college in England.
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The food preparation was for lasagna and it was strange because an Italian chef was coming over to give a food preparation class on lasagna. When he arrived he had all the ingredients and tools to make fresh pasta and build a proper lasagna. My daughter had flown in from England with her partner who flew in from New Jersey. They asked if I wanted to get lunch at a poke bowl place in the neighborhood. We went there and got our poke bowls, some wine, and failed to get the chocolate wafers for our hostess.
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The discussion was about the protests on the Big Island about the new telescope to be built there. The protesters claimed Mauna Kea, the building site, was sacred ground. It seemed to me that maybe the Middle Ages, the Dark Ages, are coming back. Knowledge is not sacred, an extinct volcano is. Let's just cancel the telescope which can be relocated in the Canary Islands. Let's respect the ancient Hawaiians who held the mountain sacred. The ancient Hawaiians.
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Let's get it straight, the ancient Hawaiians were not as nice as these modern apologists portray them. They won their land by clubbing their opponents to death. You could be clubbed to death for looking at the local chief. Probably there was a lot of that going on everywhere on Earth during the 13th century. We have not progressed much since then.
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I compared the telescope protesters to the fundamentalist insurgents in Afghanistan, no respect for science or human rights. Knowledge is carried over, unquestioned, from the distant past, and who knows if the modern interpretation has the same spiritual basis as the original. I fear that the Dark Ages are coming back, fueled by reactionary religious zealots who disdain learning other than religious teaching, and aided by a populace that increasingly shies away from complicated details on the way to knee jerk reactions, simpletons. Even of more concern than the anti-telescope demonstrators are the assassins, murderers, mass shooters, who are a menace to everyone else in our society.
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I was only on Oahu for a few hours and then flew back to the Big Island. My daughter and her partner were on their way a couple days later. As usual they were up for a hike and eager to go out and do things. I had a list of things to do, hike the Puna Trail, photograph the beach road that we had already photographed two years ago, but now was a lot different, the lava had destroyed whole communities there, visit my younger brother and sister who lived nearby, and visit the restaurant Moon and Turtle in Hilo.
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We drove to Paradise Park and delivered mail from Hilo and found my nephew was unable to go on the hike of the Puna Trail. We drove to the trail head, sprayed for mosquitoes, and plunged off on a side trail, I went that way and the youngsters protested that that was not where the main trail went, but it went to the ocean and so we followed the trail down to the sea. I expected large storm waves.
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It was beautiful on the shoreline. It was rocky but not the high cliffs further to the Southwest going toward Cape Kumakahi. Mostly pahoihoi lava which is smooth with a ropey pattern, large blocks of rock that were cracked and disheveled, plus a lot of bits of rocks, gravel, small round stones weathered by the waves. We hiked and I took a lot of pictures with the cell phone. I was still trying to get a handle on controlling its focus point. When it was right the photos were incredibly detailed, when it was wrong they looked soft and out of focus. I also had to keep my fingers out of the shot and try to hold the little cell phone still. Not like the Canon EOS that was like holding a brick.
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The trail is 2 1/2 miles long and eventually meets the shoreline, but the rest of the way it is inland through a wooded area, dense, and after the recent rains, filled with muddy bogs, plus the sea breeze couldn't get in there, the air was humid and still, and in the sunlit areas it was hot, Georgia marsh like.
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I will post a link to the 60 or so photos I took. Can't be on flickr anymore, I've exceeded my limit there by 700 photos.
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We met my nephew at the trail head and went on a trip with him to Kalapana, further down the coast to the West. This whole area has been overrun with lava since about 1985, destroying Kaimu Black Sand Beach, Kalapana, and now other areas nearby. Green Lake, the largest lake in the Hawaiian Islands vaporized in 3 1/2 hours due to lava intrusion into its waters.
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We drove East from Kalapana and had to go over a couple of large lava flows that now had the two lane highway bulldozed and paved over them. We reached Pohoiki where we had left two years ago to photograph the place down the coast where the lava ran right into the sea, producing columns of steam and explosions when the molten lava hit the cold water. At Pohoiki, which is Isaac Hale Park, we were astounded to find the breakwater and boat launch ramp land locked by millions of tons of black sand, deposited by local shore currents from the sea intrusions of lava to the East and West. At Pohoiki the parking lot was surrounded by a lava flow about 40 feet high. All the access roads were blocked by lava except the one we drove in on. The road from Pohoiki to Pahoa going North was blocked. We went up it just to see and we saw. We went out through another road, through Opihikao. Opihikao means here's where they eat Opihi, a local whelk or abalone.
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We were quite tired and decided not to go out for dinner that evening. Cheese and crackers and some wine. Ibuprofen. There was more hiking to do the next day.
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The photo is of the shore, of many pictures, but one stands out, the lone blond rock on a dark shore, hanging tide pools with little fish inside, a cooling wind, very zen.

Birds of Paradise Park, Pt. 2

09 August 2019 | Kahala, Oahu
Capn Andy | Anticipating Hurricanes that never get here
I took a day trip to Oahu to visit my sister-in-law, the widow of my deceased younger brother. He had struggled to build a house on the site of an old ranch style house in the upscale neighborhood of Kahala. Basically they bought the neglected cheapest house in an expensive neighborhood and began to gut it and renovate it. At the same time they were living in the hills in a rental house, a nice place, but the owners found termites were destroying it and decided to tear it down. My brother had to move and the logical place was the shell of a house they had bought and was unfinished.
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Now it is finished but my brother died a few years ago and never got to see the whole thing complete. It is a magnificent house. The photo is of Pia’s kitchen which had been recently completed by an outside contractor. Nice job Pia.

Hurricane Erick Approaches

01 August 2019 | Hilo, HI
Capn Andy | Hurricane Watch
My plan to exercise to burn calories on the bicycle backfired when I pedaled up the slopes of Waiakea Uka for about 10 minutes, then got soaked by a typical Hilo deluge. The weather forecast was no better in the days ahead. There were two hurricanes approaching Hawaii, Erick and Flossie. It is unlikely that the Big Island would get a direct hit from these storms or that they would maintain their strength over the next few days, but heavy rain is in the forecast. The rotation of Erick will put NE winds of some strength against Mauna Kea and tropical moisture will be squeezed out of those clouds as they are forced to rise over the mountain. Hilo is the rainiest city in the US, but this will be intense rain, much heavier than normal. No bike riding.
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The image is from wunderground.com and is the radar and satellite graphic showing hurricane Erick approaching Hawaii from the ESE.

Birds of Paradise Park, Pt. 1

31 July 2019 | Hilo, HI
Capn Andy | Hurricane Watch
I was settling into a few days of transition of time, jet lag, biorhythms out of sync, and my schemes to shorten the process were to no avail. It was not bad, though, to wake up at 4 AM ready for the day, turn on the Tour de France, but now the tour is finished and I may be finished with jet lag. My nephew has a Trek mountain bike and we lubricated it and I adjusted the seat and have ridden it around the neighborhood. My fear is that my family’s notorious fixation on food would balloon me up in weight, so I need a way to burn calories, also have to keep the calorie intake down.
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I rode up into an area called Waiakea Uka, the uplands of the city of Hilo. It is a steady climb and I got a good workout. When I finally gave up the climb and headed downhill, the bike was flying along and I lost my ball cap and had to climb again to go back and pick it up. I know it is a cliche that while the tour is going on every cyclist on earth dusts off their unused bicycle and goes out and rides.
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The food came in quantity and quality. Fried rice, stewed pork, cole slaw, lau lau, which is meat of any kind wrapped in taro leaves and boiled, and finally a friend of my brother’s stopped by with tree ripened avocados while my brother was cleaning huge shrimp for the barbie. I volunteered to make a shrimp, avocado, and pasta dish and it didn’t turn out too badly. I forgot to mention the grilled Big Island steak my brother made the night before. Grass fed beef. All I can say is the meal was remarkable, so I am remarking about it. Now the leftovers are piling up.
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My plan was to ride every other day and so I went out again and after about 10 minutes the clouds let go a deluge that had me soaked. When I returned I found I had to do laundry to get a clean pair of dry shorts, so the dirty laundry went into the washing machine. Then the washing machine gave an F11 error, which is no communication between the control board and the motor control board. I ended up borrowing a pair of shorts and taking the basket of now wet clothes to my brother’s and washing them there. Our attempts to diagnose and fix the broken washer were to no avail until my nephew persisted and got it working somehow.
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My brother’s house has birds visiting and tropical chickens lurking in the undergrowth. There is a flock of doves that visit to feast on the bird seed that he spreads out. The chicken hens come out of the weeds with their chicks and the roosters strut around making a racket. They are very noisy. The Java Sparrows arrive to eat at a bird feeder. I was unable to get a good photo of them, but here is a photo of one of the colorful roosters strutting across the lawn.

Hawaii Bound

26 July 2019 | Hilo, HI
Capn Andy | Perfect Weather
I was preparing for my trip to Hawaii and organizing stuff both on board Kaimu and in the boatyard. I do not usually lock things away, I trust my fellow yardbirds to not take things. It is strange how this works most of the time, but other times I am noticing newbies eying any items not tied down, evaluating their potential use. The golden rule is to not grab stuff that you haven't personally purchased. There are a couple of designated spots in the yard where items can be set out for others to take. Typically it will be a departing yacht that is discarding unnecessary tools or sailors who are leaving their boat on the hard while they travel elsewhere and discard their perishable food.
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I had 3 dinghies in various condition, the plywood hard dinghy, the Seaworthy inflatable which held air but wouldn't plane with the 6 HP Chinese outboard pushing it, and the West Marine 8.6RIB that performed beautifully, planing on 1/2 throttle, but wouldn't hold air for more than a couple of hours. The boatyard said all the dinghies had to be moved off of the floating dock. The dinghy dock was full, 10 dinghies there. Nowhere to move the dinghies to, maybe elsewhere in the boatyard.
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I donated the Seaworthy to the yard's rigger who said he needed a dinghy. Then I took the plywood dinghy and the 8.6RIB to Kaimu where I swapped the engine onto the 8.6RIB and hauled the plywood dinghy onboard. Taking the RIB back to the dock showed me how well it performed, flying along. When it planed out it left no wake at high speed. Very efficient.
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The blue chlorinated swimming pool paint, the latest attempt to seal the RIB, was very bad paint. It seemed to not dry even after nearly a week. It stuck to everything except the RIB. Perhaps there is a primer that would fix that. The RIB had to be pumped up each time I used it and the foot pump was too slow so I used a small shop vac which would pump up each chamber in a minute or so. I took the vac along in the dinghy and left a boatyard extension cord on the dock to power the vac. On Kaimu I used an extension cord from the inverter.
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I understood my flight out was Thursday the 25th and I planned to go down to the airport on Wednesday, stay overnight, and have a comfortable morning with no need to rush to get to the airport. I was shocked when I got an email about my itinerary and oops, I was leaving on the 23rd. This gave me one day to prepare, pack, and finish my reorganization.
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The RIB with its blue paint was dubbed The Smurf Dinghy. I stowed it at the end of the dock upside down and out of the way. The Chinese outboard was stowed underneath it. Up in the breezeway where I had been working I stowed other things and formally rented the space from the boatyard, with 2 months retroactive. I had been accused of taking advantage of the boatyard, but we had merely agreed that I could use the woodshop without cost and I had moved my projects to the breezeway to not tie up the woodshop for others to use.
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We ran down to the airport where I had a room for the night and I rewarded my ride with dinner at BJ's Brewhouse. This is a chain of steak houses and I had had a great lunch at the location on the East side of Jacksonville. This one was OK, but there was no steak salad on the menu and that was the item that was so great at the other location. Next time I will try the Longhorn Steakhouse.
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I was worried about making my flight but I had allowed so much time, leaving about 3 hours early from the motel, I was left sitting at the gate with 2 hours or so to wait. No problem. I wore out the cell phone's battery playing games and then boarded the flight. The plane wasn't large. I was in row 12 and that was the back of the plane. It was a Canadian (again) CRJ20, but unlike boats, it was not 20 feet long, just felt like it. My fellow passenger in the starboard row 12 seats was a large fellow and we spent most of the flight agonizing in various yoga positions trying to be comfortable, not possible, and not annoy our fellow passenger, also not possible. But it was a short flight. I remarked, I didn't expect to fly on a toy plain.
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I had a couple of margaritas on the rocks and a steak salad. I started eating when my flight was starting boarding for LAX. I was in a large Tex-Mex joint right near the gate. I imbibed and wolfed down my breakfast at about 2PM local time and then went on to board the big plane for LA.
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I would guess most people would agree with me that today's airline planes were designed by the Gestapo and probably flight attendants have a little of that chutzpah (not my spelling, please don't shoot me).
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My phone ran out of juice and all I was doing was playing some games to pass the time. Maybe the new (previously owned) phone needs a more robust battery. I can see how this trip is turning out. First a short hop to Houston on a tiny toy plane, then a longer hop to LA on a larger plane, and I but wondered what kind of plane I will see next.
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It was a short layover at LAX, but our exit gate was right where the men's restroom was and across the way was a steak restaurant, plus the departure gate was right there also. I ran to the rest room and then enjoyed a NY strip steak, my favorite. I called my sister who lives about 40 minutes South and found out I had missed her birthday. She was planning to retire and we talked about life plans when I heard my name on the PA, my flight was leaving.
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Fortunately in the rush to get on board the plane no one noticed I had a substantial carry on bag which wasn't allowed on my Basic Economy ticket. This is the last leg of the flight so I will arrive with all my stuff, if I arrive.
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We are chasing the sun and it's time for me to take my evening blood pressure meds, normally taken around sundown, but now we are up over the Pacific covered in clouds that look like the surface of the cerebral cortex. Up in the air I get the urge to design and write, creative, imaginative. What if the whole world was a thinking organism and the clouds were an indication of the mind that lies below, I've thought of this before, mostly when aloft. Maybe that's why mountain climbers get grandiose thoughts and then get killed by an avalanche that they could have seen if they weren't buried in their thoughts, instead buried in the snow.
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But the cloudscape changes. Now it is rows of puffy cumulus clouds, brightly lit by the afternoon sun leaving shadows on the sea covered with what looks like ripples up here, but are probably significant trade wind waves. Good sailing for those down below.
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It's like we are flying over the Arctic and those clouds are ice floes down below. This is the longest leg of the trip and there is still a lot to go but the sun is getting lower and the puffy clouds are starting to take on a bright color on top while going dark down below. It's like looking at hills and valleys that are lit by a setting sun.

My phone was dead and although there was a decal that said my seat had power, I could not find it. I wanted to take a few photos of the clouds. Also there was no entertainment on this flight, nothing. I purchased grass fed beef jerky, $10, and it turned out to be ONE OUNCE. And a small wine, like a wine glass full, $9. Just letting you know. United Airlines.
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We arrive about an hour early and my nephew picks me up and we go to my brother's house in Paradise Park. I am determined to stay up as long as possible even though jet lag has me wanting to go to bed right away. It is about 3:30 AM in the boatyard. My brother has been raising pineapples, a strain called Sugar Loaf. He is a sort of hobby farmer. These pineapples command about 3 times the price of ordinary pineapples. He gives them away.
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The photo, taken with the new phone with bad battery, is of a young pineapple in Paradise Park.
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