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.
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Recent Blog Posts
02 June 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

American Legion Post

The grand plan to move Roughrider Lynn’s boat kind of evaporated with the approach of low pressure and a gale. We will have to wait for the storm to go through and try again in a few days. This is remarkable weather with strong NE winds, which would be right on the nose, all week. The weather report [...]

25 May 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Urban Sailor

Now that my Coleman Camp Grill was operational I could grill a steak on it. I was duped into buying a family pack of 2 steaks, “manager special”, t-bone, actual price was around $6.91/lb., normal price $12.99/lb. Great bargain? Not. My favorite steak, NY Strip, was on sale at $6.99/lb. and boneless. [...]

21 May 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Ode to Eve

I awoke on board SUNSPLASH in the marina. I don’ remember how I managed to return from the dinner party at Eve’s house. My bicycle was here and to get into the marina I had to enter a code in the lock. There were extra groceries in the fridge and a box of “Taco Kit”. OK, now I remember some [...]

13 May 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Beware the Ides

It took me a couple of days to recover from overdoing it on the bicycle. I was sore and stiff. I ran out of wine and then ran out of cheese. The next morning was a ham and cheese sandwich without the cheese. Then it was an egg sandwich the next day, the bread was now gone. I was not starving but [...]

08 May 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD


I was growing antsy being cooped up for days of wind and rain. I ran out of bread and made fried rice for breakfast using the ingredients of ham and cheese omelet in the fried rice. I spiced it with some of the chicken mole. Yummy. I ran out of wine and snuck out to the local wine store right outside [...]

03 May 2023 | Somers Cove Marina, Crisfield, MD

Lil' Honda

I made another batch of pollo en coloradito mole and brown rice. I used 4 skinned chicken thighs and mole paste, salsa, and water in 1/3 cup portions. The rice had plenty of chicken stock in it, so I didn’t need stock to make the mole sauce. The chicken thighs were simmered in the sauce for an hour [...]

Bad Enough

01 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
I began asking around, making phone calls, visiting websites, looking for a way to dispose of my 20 gallons or so of 3 year old gasoline that I pumped out of the fuel tank. By chance I met an old fellow who was looking at a skiff-like boat for sale on a trailer in the marina. We chatted and the subject of old gas came up and he said he had disposed of 200 gallons of old fuel from a houseboat. The marina, which is run by the Dept. of Natural Resources helped him find a service to remove the fuel.
I tried calling DNR and the lady who answered disconnected the call when she tried to transfer me. This happened again and again. Finally I was able to speak to someone and they said they do not do anything with old fuel. I called the contact person of Somerset County recycling and he affirmed Somerset has no Hazardous Household Waste program, which would include old gasoline. He did know of a company that removes fuel tanks from gas stations when they have to replace their tanks and he provided a name and a number. I called them, West Fuel Services, and found they would take my old fuel for a reasonable fee or they could come and get it with their big truck for a rather larger fee. I contacted Eve, the artist, about hiring her to transport my old fuel to West’s business up near Salisbury, up near Tall Tales, our favorite bistro up that way.
Eve was staining her back steps when I arrived by bicycle. Although we had mostly blue sky above, rain started falling. Eve put her stuff away and said she couldn’t paint in the rain. We rode to the marina where I had stashed 20 one gallon jugs of old fuel at the head of K dock. We loaded the fuel into her huge SUV and took off for the fuel disposal company. When I called them I was told the fuel recovery truck was up in Ocean City, could I do it some other day? After some pleading I would be allowed to drop off the jugs of gasoline at the business site and it would be disposed some time later. The address was in a town called Snow Hill, it was not in Salisbury, and it was quite a ways away.
Snow Hill is a very pretty town with some nice restaurants. It is adjacent to Pocomoke River State Park. Beautiful country up there. After dropping off the fuel we decided to cross the peninsula to Salisbury and have lunch at Tall Tales. I was going to reimburse Eve for her fuel and her time, but she said the lunch was enough. We returned to Crisfield and took a back road. A jeep vehicle was following us and Eve said I wonder if that is Diana. Yes it was. We were now headed to the Legion.
Diana had been away for about a week and the time was right to commiserate at the Legion over a glass of wine or two. Cuddily showed up with Teri a short time later. It was the Bad Crowd back together. I had ridden over on my bike so that I could return directly to the marina. Back on board I slept without the smell of stale gasoline. My allergic congestion that had been persistent was now gone.
I had the new fuel gauge sender delivered on CM’s porch. Eve texted me about her old computer. It was all on Cove St., her back steps were newly painted. I called her from the backyard, yes, I could come in. We went upstairs to the room where the computer was, would it respond. It slowly booted up. I attached old style keyboard and mouse to the pink and purple ports on the back of the computer.. It booted up after a while.
She was interested in saving a bunch of old pictures. We got into her previous life, llamas, a farm in upstate New York. Fingerlakes, snow, Amish houses, farms, some vistas that were not breathtaking, but soul taking. We ended up copying the whole pictures folder to a thumb drive. We had about 45 minutes, acording to Windows, and had to go to the wine store for some bottles of wine, or a box, or two. We returned and went upstairs to see if the computer was done copying, it was. I powered it down, removed the sides of the case and removed the hard drive. The computer was ready to be donated.
Karen arrived and we went to an open house event, a motel near the marina was reopening with a new name. There were speeches and a ton of food and drink. It was a beautiful day, a crowd of people, a superspreader event.
When I returned to the marina it was dark and a beautiful crab boat was lit up with blue interior lights. The image is of that boat.

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