Livin the Dream!!

09 September 2009 | 60nm out off Tillimook Ore.
09 September 2009 | 30 nm out off coast of washington
09 September 2009 | off new dungeness light
07 September 2009 | somewhere in space
06 September 2009 | guest dock, Lombardi's Cuccina
06 September 2009 | everett marina
04 September 2009 | everett marina
04 September 2009 | everett marina
03 September 2009 | everett marina
02 September 2009 | everett marina
31 August 2009 | agua pura vida
27 August 2009
26 August 2009 | same gravel
24 August 2009 | still on the hard!
22 August 2009 | Anacortes
20 August 2009
18 August 2009 | on the hard, anacortes
17 August 2009 | on the hard, anacortes

testing 123

27 December 2011 | la cruz Hunacasxle
testing. had many technical difficulties from internet to cell to blog account not renewing as planned...hopefully all is in working order now??
if this posts, I will get you all caught up in the next day or two with a few pics also!...its been in the mid to upper 70's every day here....ahhhhh, mexico.

30,000' in the ol USA!!

31 January 2011
ok folks! I was able to swooze my way through immigration using 100% spanish with two officials who wanted to know more about how I could survive on a boat for 2 months than how I lost my form! Thank god I listened and practiced mucho espaniol this trip! I was stamped and on my way in 15 minutes!! We passed through security and I got frisked and had my bags gone through...must have been profiled or something? Our friend Dave from Scott Free's crew was on our flight too, and has offered us a ride home since he lives in Snohomish!...SCORE!!!

The layover in LAX flew by with not much time to lollygag around. A couple of Whoppers and fries later we were boarding the second leg....and here I am, logged on the the in flight internet for 10 bucks for some entertainment value!

Feels good to be through all the security and immigration measures, albeit it was pretty easy. Should be home after 1130pm with a one hour cutback on my watch. Ooops, hang on...."well yes miss flight attendant...I'd love a glass of red wine!" ok, I'm back!

Oh, Poppie says hi to all and would have liked to contribute to the text but his fingers JUST don't work on this little fact, every time he does an email to's, "AH DAMMIT! HEY I'm always busy doing something else...hang on dad...let me fix it...."what the heck are you doing in my spreadsheet program? " "I DONT KNOW! I DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"
so now you get the deal.

my salad just arrived....MMMMMMMM.....looks good!

not much else to tell, other than I already miss the sun, but looking forward to being home among friends. My life is GOOD!

Love to all, closing comments coming soon :)

My aching BACK!

31 January 2011 | Cockroach Hotel
Ok fans, just a quick update. We had a really above average dinner last night. 2 fer deal. Steak and trimmings for 180 pesos for both of us!! Add a bottle of red for 7 bucks and you have my night. Spent a few hours around the pool in the sun, then swam in a FRIGID salt water pool off and on. Best part of the pool is that because it was so cold, no adults swam (present company included) and it was just me and a few little kids splashing the adults to help keep their body temps know, medicinal thing.

After spending some quality time on Skype with my girl, I finished my glass of red and hopped off the probably well saturated with who knows what "couch" in the hallway and went to the room...of course Captain Poppie was snoring away oblivious of the light I turned on and the noises I made getting into my backpack for the charger cable for the laptop.

I was exhausted! Long day of pulling this and packing that. Marking things off the list...checking it I really done? It was like getting ready for a big thanksgiving feast with all the family...then, I plopped down on my bed to let go of my eyelids...and BAM! WHAT THE HECK??? Did Dad pull a fast one on me? He snuck a piece of plywood into my bed! NO KIDDING! this bed feels like a 4x8 sheet of OSB with a cheap worn out blanket to cover it up. Needless to say, add one more night of lttle sleep to the docket of endless hours lost to discomfort!...thank god there's a comfrotable bed waiting for me at home. (and perfume and curls!)

The clock is ticking...keep you fingers crossed that they let me back in the country without my papers. If not, please send cookies and cake....and a file-

Signed, Nervous Nellie.

putting her to and strange noises!

30 January 2011 | downtown mazatlan
a sad pelon
Nothing moves right. Why does the floor move in the shower? Traffic, horns, planes, city's all so foriegn. I've been on the water for just over two months now, this environment is strange.

Dad and I are now in a hotel, waiting for our taxi tomorrow at 1pm. I've lost my tourist I hear it's another benjamin at the airport as a penalty....stupid paper was with my passport this whole time in my ditch bag on the boat....where in the world could it have gone???? Bygones.

I kicked Pops off the boat today around noon so I could purge everything from above to below, put everything in it's place and lock er down....took several hours. Thank god for Monica on Scott Free....I went by for a cold beer (which was part of my 3 bags of groceries they adopted) and was asked if I'd like a sandwich! I said NO as I nodded my head up and down....she got the picture. Good Quality those people, I absolutely LOVE Scott and Monica...salt of the earth. After a nice study break I was back on it. by 3pm my backpack was loaded as well as my bag and sunny girls books which I'm shuttling back to the states....and off the dock I went. All the onlookers didn't think It would happen...but reality bites! Gotta go back home to work.

SO, just finished dinner and thought ya'll would like to know what was going on...oh, last night we were invited to Scott Free for a yummy chiken and rice dinner to die for! thank the good lord since I didn't want to cook and the boat was halfway torn apart!

Tienes un buen fin de semana!!!
Pelon home

29 January 2011
We are here!!! It was an OK trip north with wind on the nose the whole way it took up about 30 hrs to get here. Just as we were pulling into the harbor after a very exciting fuel dock experience....I saw "Scott Free" with Monica and Scott on board. In my usual high pitched "YYYEEEEHAW!" they knew what band of sea gypsies just pulled into town!

We weren't tied up for 5 minutes and they were here with a welcome gift of Her fine tequilla from her b-day. We had a sip and met their friend David who crewed from La Paz to here with them. They changed their dinner reservation till later so we could join them at the top of the dock for a fine mexican feast. And a good meal is just what the doctor ordered.

Next day, we met my new boat sitter Tony who seams to really have his act together. It was a 2 hr meet and greet with Wades Aweigh. He now knows all the leaks, shut offs, engine, bilge and a multitiude of other "New" projects we may jump into later....namely "issues" that can't be ignored. He quickly offered his taxi services to us which has been great. Yesterdays trip to the marine store was a bust as it was closed for siesta time! Dad and I took the bus back to the marina..and got back to work. The winterization process has begun and lasted till past dark. Today we will finish up most of the rest, and Sunday will strip all the cushions and lock down the boat for the monsoon season.

Feels really weird going home. It has been an unbelievable long vacation for me....more on that later....getting the eyeball from Dad...the list awaits!!

solitude, clarity...FEDERALES!!!!

26 January 2011 | btwn san blas and mazatlan
I don't know what is more mezmorizing... the green and red LED bow lights washing Christmas colors on the endless miles of ocean we glide over or the electric phosphorescence of my bow wake, lighting the salt water with millions of volts of color. It is midnight, I am once again alone with the sea and my thoughts...and a sky full of the brightest stars you could ever imagine. Aside from the rolling and pitching that my little world exists in, this is small sacrifice for the world of dreams I am caught in.
I am stuck in a wonderful scenario called win win. You ever been there? Let me explain. Here I am on my portable float shop of projects, unknown anchorages, fridge full of food and cold beer, 60 days worth of new memories, my Pops is here with me enjoying every minute of it...his dreams coming true too. I've had all the important members of my family down for a stint of this year's adventures and stayed safe. I've navigated, fixed stuff, swam, sunned, ate, drank, explored, loved, lost weight, tanned, met new people every day...and done lots and lots of thinking. I mean common, what else do you do when you are alone on watch, nobody for miles around but you, the sea birds and your floating island. What a life! I love being under way.
So, here's the quandary if sorts...I am looking forward to being home too! If you can believe it, I have so much to look forward to in my life no matter what the venue, what the country I'm in...there's always home and all the sweet things that home has to offer. Mom's cooking, my own bed, clean sheets, running water without worrying about the tanks, electrical without worrying about the amps, TV!, (though I don't miss it), my "Other projects" the business I'm excited to take to the next level, driving my own truck, knowing where everything is or can be found at a store, ENGLISH!, and of course most importantly, MY GIRL. Two weeks after my arrival home we will celebrate our first year together! (I know, corny but true). You see, I am happy with my life and all it has to offer. No matter whether I 'm here playing around in the tropics of sorts or back home doing my thing there, it's a win win.
I find myself envious of those who are out here full time, retired or just gave it all up for a while to travel by boat to far off places. Then I catch myself thinking....."well, dummy!..if they can do it, you can do it too!" SO instead of jealousy I have admiration for those people because they earned every damned minute of it just like I's just a smaller piece of the pie for me...for now. When I'm ready for full time cruising I'll know it. Until then, I will enjoy my blessed life and try not to complain about the things I can't change...and keep wearing my patient pants as long as needed to succeed at the aforementioned!
Enough of the blither. We are on our last leg of this journey. We decided to leave today and skip the jungle tour and palapas of San Blas because the weather looked so good from the harbor! A couple hours into it, the winds picked back up but not's about 10-12 N NW and 3-5' seas...just enough to make a cup fly off the table! We have made 55 miles since we left at 1045 this morning and have 70 miles to go....puts us in Mazatlan around 3pm (give or take). It's about a 3 or 4 hour wiggle room before dark. By the time I send this we may be snug at the dock unless I can convince Pops to steer again so I can shoot this out over the sideband radio. When I boot up the modem and hit send, there's so much power getting sucked out of the bank and so much RF that the autopilot decides to steer way off course...can't fix it, just the way life is on a boat with all this stuff on it!
The day in my life while on my day watch was as follows: I'm in the cockpit sucking down my second bottle of water and sucking one potato chip at a time, salt first, then all the texture of the potato and when it's a gooey glob of preservatives and carbohydrates I swallow it...pretending I'm out at sea for months at a time and have to ration every little morsel of food. (seriously...I'm that weird) Then off in the distance I see something low to the water....splashing, moving like wildfire would through a forest dry from no rain. The closer I get, it becomes obvious I'm looking at miles upon miles of feeder fish in large schools. There are hundreds of pelicans and other sea birds enjoying the feast. It's so amazingly loud that I can hear it over the engine! So of course I'm praying my lure snags something bigger below the surface but have no luck. Just as I get back to my book, in the corner of my eye I see's about 2 miles out....SPLASH!!!...then again...SPLASH!...get the binoc's and look's like a massive concrete pillar coming straight out of the water....yes...a really really BIG WHALE! How the heck do they get those huge bodies so high out of the water? By the time I was close enough he was gone.
About 30 minutes later I see more splashing on the horizon....ho hum....yawn....another whale....wait a minute....either that whale is something super human or that's not a whale....get binoc's again....look through the cross hairs and get my bearing (bearing compass inside binocs...pretty cool) that damn boat is coming straight for me...and I mean 30 knots fast! Look again, can't make it out....put autopilot on standby and steer to steering to starboard....flip on radar just to make sure....yep, crazy SOB is following my path.....wait a minute....HOLY SHIT!'s the Mexican Navy! Oh GOD IN HEAVEN!...are they going to board me? CRAP! (Heart pounding out of my chest) They keep altering course to intercept me so I just keep heading straight. Mental check list goes into high gear....Drugs? NO! Firearms? NO! Fresh meat? NO! YES! OH GOD! I have frozen tuna on board and Dad doesn't have a fishing license! SHIT!, they could take my boat away and throw me in jail!! So in my head I start going over in spanish how I'm going to explain this little issue to 8 men with machine guns...and explain to my family and clients and girl that I'm now rotting in some shithole Mexican jail eating moldy bread and drinking water full of disease. (man, do I have an imagination?)
Thank the good lord they veered off at the last minute and passed me so close the wake felt like a mountain...I waved and smiled they waved and frowned...all two of the 10.
SO that's my exciting day on the high seas, just finished a ham and cheese quesadilla and am on my second bottle of water tonight. Time to get back to my 5th novel and looking out for pirates and rocks.
All for now,
Captain courageous.
Vessel Name: wades aweigh
Vessel Make/Model: 1974 Irwin 37
Hailing Port: anacortes, wa
Crew: Captain Lawnboy & Dad
About: Dad (Cap'm Rich) is a retired Master Mariner...he'll forget more than I'll ever learn about the sea. Me, well let's just say I've lived a blessed life on the sea since I was just a young lad.
Extra: I bought the boat from mom & dad in 1999 and have been restoring her to current glory ever since. It's a work in progress. This blog is an accounting of my travels each winter for the months of December and January.

Who: Captain Lawnboy & Dad
Port: anacortes, wa
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