Fleetwoods Circumnavigation

A Gringo Argentino Gaucho, John Freeman, sets off from Cape Charles Yacht Center for an Atlantic Crossing. John Freeman left this morning from Cape Charles Yacht Center. I am totally in awe for the boat and the man. Both are are about the best I would ever aspire for this adventure. This is a 30ft Morris Annie. 

Just look at the size and construction, cutter rig, a sensible hard dinghy, a Monitor Windvane, etc. John is heading for Portugal, with a stop in the Azores. He and his Argentine wife raise cattle in southern Argentina.  

Early Sunday morning, June 2nd, I received a telephone call from Lisa, my oldest daughter, that her younger sister, Rose Marie, had suddenly passed away.  Totally unexpected. It turned out to be a a blood clot in her lungs, Pulmonary Embolism. It took a while to accept that this was not a night mare. I and all her loved ones are still in that first stage of adjustment to this new reality. 

My comfort and consolation comes from knowing that this is a temporary separation. She left a forwarding address where I hope to see her again. Earlier this year, in a telephone conversation with Rose Marie, she had some exciting news to tell me: “Dad, I have started to say my daily prayers again, when I start the morning”. I told her: “Rose Marie, that is the best gift you could ever give me.” When her mother and I separated in 1972, it was decided, that Rose Marie, then four years old, and Lisa, eight years old, would become my guardians. Jeannine, then three, and her one year old brother, John, moved back to California with their mom.  We had a unique relationship in our threesome “ménage”. Whenever I needed council, these two came up with the perfect answers. There are so many good memories to treasure.

I am off, tomorrow with Jeannine and her husband Sean and my granddaughter Gabrielle, to fly to the Northwest, for the Celebration of Life at the Tacoma Yacht Club this Friday evening. Delta Airlines has given us complimentary round trip tickets. Rose Marie’s employer, Sodexo, runs the food service of a number of the Delta Airlines Sky Clubs. She was in charge of the Seattle clubs and trained and supervised the staff of many of the Western States Delta clubs. I will return to Cape Charles on June 19th. The Cape Charles Yacht center is still having a party on the 14th. But I will be missing.

I have dropped the Atlantic Crossing plans. My excitement for it is just not there any longer. I plan to cruise up to Maine with a number of stops and return to Cape Charles in time to fly to the Netherlands by the end of August and return in mid October. Then I hope to set sail for the Caribbean and try to check off the long planned bus/road trip from Cartagena Colombia to the South of Chile. 

 

Better Laet (pun..)  than never. Last day of the month and embarrassed to see the date of the previous blog.

February 28 was my twin brother’s 82nd birthday. My Cape Charles friends treated me to one of the best birthday parties I can remember. It was held at Thelma’s home with the help of friends. Here is a short you tube video clip of it.

“Fleetwood” Progress: It has been a cold winter, with an occasional Spring teaser, in Cape Charles.  Friends provided warm shelter from before Christmas until moving back aboard on March 1st. The boat is more like home now, with the formica and trim done, foam mattresses on the cabin settees, my new two burner gimballed stove, etc. Last Wednesday I ordered the second biggest expense of the renovation, the electronic navigation system, at Fisheries in Seattle . I stuck with the same Vesper XB-8000 Wi-Fi, I installed in 2016.  There is still much work to be done before my planned departure for the Atlantic crossing in June.

Northwest Visit: I flew Norfolk/Baltimore/Los Angeles to Seattle on March 19th and return to Norfolk on April 10th. When I missed the opportunity to spend the winter in the Caribbean, I figured that I had all sorts of extra time, until Spring, to afford to take time off to make a family/friends visit to home port. Not so sure now. But it is wonderful to be with family and revisit friends. The weather has been outstanding here. I left in 30 degree weather on the 19th and arrived here on a record breaking high of 78 degrees in Seattle. And it has been close to it since. Here are a few pictures I took of the Oregon/Washington Cascade range. I had a perfect seat on the starboard side of the plane and it is seldom that the landing pattern allows a view of the Seattle skyline from the West.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This week I visited friends in Bellingham and British Columbia. This is a sunset from the Nesbit home on the Lummi Reservation looking towards Vancouver Island and the San Juan Islands, and Mt. Baker on the way to the Canadian border.

 

 

 

I will be cat/house sitting on Wollochet Bay from tomorrow through the 9th of April. My oldest daughter, Lisa, has moved into Federal Way from Fife/Tacoma. The house from where I posted many great views of Mt. Rainier is up for sale, but the move has brought blessings to our family and her friends. There will be a family gathering at Lisa’s on Saturday the 6th. My oldest granddaughter is flying in with Euan, her husband, from Edinburgh.

My Books: Amazon keeps squeezing the royalties. I have added the option on the web site of www.Soloman.nl to purchase the E-book for € 8,50 in PDF formaat from Boekenbestellen.nl where I get a much more reasonable return, go to: 

I expect to have further announcement on options with other publishers for North America as well for SoloMan and The Mastmakers’ Daughters and De Mastmakersdochters.

Reynaerdt the Fox: This is a fable from the Middle Ages about a sly fox. Little is known about the exploits of this crafty manipulative sly fox in North America. But much of the story is playing out right now in our daily lives and dysfunctional political system. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reynard_the_Fox. I had often heard of the story but never had a chance to learn the many nuances of it. Until I was contacted by Jan de Putter, a Dutch scholar of early Dutch literature. He came across the references to this story in my book “The Mastmakers’ Daughters”. My cousin, Gerard Arendt, the younger son of Rennie de Vries-Arendt, the NAZI part of the Mastmakers’ Daughters, wrote his doctoral thesis on this medieval story. Jan de Putter published his view on the influence of the war period, that probably dominated Gerard’s thesis, this week in: https://www.neerlandistiek.nl/2019/03/reynaert-door-de-ogen-van-een-oorlogskind-een-portret-van-g-h-arendt/#more-33368 .

This is mostly meant for my Dutch followers. Putter points out, for one, the Anti Semitic interpretation used to brainwash Dutch children as described here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reynard_the_Fox 

You can read more about the parallel of Gerard and the Sly Fox in the book www.TheMastMakersDaughters.us and www.DeMastmakersDochters.nl

Rennie’s husband, August Arendt, left her and Georg before Gerard was born. She told her sons that their father had been killed in a KLM plane crash in Berlin. Georg told me that his younger brother was most likely conceived after his father left. At the end of the war Georg found out that his father was alive in Berlin. Georg shared with me a number of letters form his mother complaining of the mean treatment she received from Gerard. Georg discovered that the antiques his mother had inherited from her father were stolen out of a storage locker in Cologne by Gerard and taken to his mansion in Berlin. But Jan de Putter has now contributed at least something positive on the black sheep/ sly fox of the family.

Advent and Christmas were a special time for me here among my Cape Charles friends. One of the highlights was being able to be part of the Messiah performance. Here is a link to the second performance in the historical Hungars church.

Progress on the boat repair slowed down during the holidays. I took some pictures to day. The orange formica has been replaced. I cannibalized the heavy mahogany lee-board rails for trim and a hatch that floated away and replaced the lee boards with plywood. Instead of replacing the formica on the chart table top, I refinished it. And the door to the head is now also clear varnished after removing the white paint. Compare the before and after pictures.

 

Next project is replacing the settee cushions, galley stove, making new cockpit floor grates and a new companion way hatch, which all floated away from the wreck. The wiring is nearly complete. I need to go up the mast again to replace the Tri-Color light. The forecast for early Monday morning is that the temperature will drop  far below freezing. Fortunately, I have been able to stay with friends here since before Christmas.

This week I found out the date for the centennial celebration of the “De Schinkel”, the yacht club and marina in Amsterdam, where I had my initiation in to sailing when I was 12 years old and where I spent time aboard “Fleetwood” from 2009 until 2013. The date is October 5th. On the 6th of September it will be 75 years since our mother in a group of 650 women political prisoners were pressed into 8 cattle cars in the Nazi concentration camp Vught, in Holland, on their way to the hell of Ravensbrück, in Germany. I plan to attend the commemoration. If I can replace the life raft, install new electronic navigation equipment and single side band radio, I may just travel to Europe on a third Atlantic crossing. Stay tuned.

After Easter, Thanksgiving is my most favorite holi(y)day, though I did not grow up with it. The Pilgrims sailed here from Holland on the “Mayflower”, I flew in on a prop driven Lockheed Constellation in January 1957, also from Holland.

I have much to be thankful for again on this special holiday. Once more in the aftermath of an apparent setback, this time last year’s shipwreck. I wrote in my previous blogs of the friendships I found here and the activities I enjoy here in this best kept secret hide away. Many of the new friendships were made in the church I attend here, Saint Charles, but the others are also mostly Christians from a variety of denominations. And it is an added dimension to be among, just like the Pilgrims, others who know where we can send our thank-you cards.

Last Thursday I met the cruising family Sefan and Keri Topjian of the “Aghavni”. https://www.sailblogs.com/member/aghavni/382528/

 

 

 

 

Van, the son is the oldest, at ten. We soon discovered a common thread, the importance of our faith. They grew up in Armenia and are Eastern Orthodox Christians.  Keri is home schooling the children and I noticed the same observation I made in my blog last year when I wrote about the Cruising Brats at the Shelter Bay Marina in Colon, Panama.  https://cometosea.us/?p=6224 They can talk with adults. They are going to have a fabulous experience. Be sure to check their blog regularly. This picture was taken on Friday on their departure for the Caribbean, Panama Canal, the South Pacific and beyond. On parting, Sefan prayed a blessing. What a heartwarming experience holding hands with this family. Another lasting long distance friendship.

Jeannine, daughter #3, will come tomorrow with my, visiting from Texas, oldest grandson Mark Leon and his wife and their two sons, to pick me up and spend the holiday with them in Chesapeake, Va.

To all my family and friends: “Happy Thanksgiving!”  

For the local friends, a reminder: I will sing in concert, choir and orchestra, the first part of the Messiah and the Hallelujah chorus.  Sat. Dec. 8 –  at Cokesbury- 2pm, Sun. Dec. 9 – at Hungars church— 4pm.

In my previous blog I extolled the virtues of Cape Charles as a “Small town big art”. This is about one of the locals who support the artists and enjoy decorating their lives with it. Robert, a good friend of Susan Kovacs, who I introduced in my August 18 blog, served a birthday dinner for Susan this week. Robert has been collecting paintings and prints from contemporary abstract and impressionists masters and artifacts from the countries he has lived and visited. This picture shows the birthday girl right front and a sample of three well known early 20th century artists. The birthday party and L.R.: Joan Miro, Kazimir Malevich and Alex Calder.

      One of Robert’s artist friends, for fun, “paint-shopped” him into a well known Edgar Degas frame.

                          My friends Clint and Patty returned from their three week visit to the Northwest last Saturday. I took advantage of the use of their vehicle to visit the Barrier Island Center  http://www.barrierislandscenter.org/read-me/    on Friday. This had been on my list since I first heard of it. “Fleetwood” left her marks on the beach of Godwin island right next to Mink island with my fateful shipwreck on June 23rd, last year. The center holds a treasure of  the rich history of these remote islands before they started being abandoned by their inhabitants after steady erosion. The initiator of this museum is my dear friend Thelma Jarvis Peterson, who I also described among the artists of my previous blog.     I have joined a small choir directed by Lou Negretti. Lou is the machine shop operator who managed to straighten the wreck damaged rudder shaft and has done several other metal repairs for me. He is an outstanding director and accomplished musician and singer. We practice every Thursday evening and I sing occasionally at the Sunday service of this gorgeous old Hungars Episcopalian church. Last Sunday we sang at Hungars first and then, later in the morning, at the Christ Church in Eastville. The pastor,  Daniel Lee Crockett, is also an outstanding musician and singer. He is the base player in the video taken at our get together at Susan Kovacs’ home last August. Here is a link to the first time I sang in the Hungars Church. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYoUdyHndHU I will also sing in concert, choir and orchestra, the first part of the Messiah and the Halleluiah chorus. For my local friends this is the schedule: Sat. Dec. 8 –  at Cokesbury- 2pm, Sun. Dec. 9 – at Hungars church— 4pm. This evening we celebrated with the Latin American parishioners and their musicians the mass of Dia de Los Muertos (All souls), with a potluck dinner afterwards. So, with all these activities here in what, at first in a bird’s eye view, looked like a desolate wind swept coastal stretch, is happening to my sailing plans? June came and went, this week hundreds of sailors are heading out of the Chesapeake Bay to the tropical waters after waiting for their insurance coverage to allow them after the November 1st official end of the hurricane season. I waved good bye to a number of sailor friends. I hate to even make any more time predictions. It will be after Thanksgiving and Christmas. The wiring puzzle has really slowed me down. It is a very slow learning process. I ended up making a climb up the mast, last week, in vain because of the main battery switch malfunctioning during the effort. If a professional carpenter would have made my cockpit hatch cover replacement with the time I put into it, it would have cost me a thousand dollars. Ahead of me is still the formica work, upholstery, cabinet trim, a new cockpit grate and companion way door, etc. God must have a plan for me, unless this is a conspiracy to keep me here. I take every day as a blessing and leaving here will be “partir c’est mourir un peu”.

But first a report on my North West visit from July 26th through August 8th. I travelled on  a buddy pass from my second wife, Laura. I had listed for the direct flight from Baltimore to Seattle-Tacoma. But it looked doubtful and I switched to an earlier departure to Portland with a connection to Seattle. We sat on the runway waiting for the sudden thunderstorm to subside. After two hours, by regulation, we had to return to the Baltimore terminal. Waited some more in the terminal then arrived after midnight in Portland, missing the last flight to Seattle. Slept, or tried, in the Portland airport with another part of the inbound flight who also missed their connections. Boarded at 5 a.m. for Seattle. Not a good experience. The return flight had a one hour delay at the gate because of some passengers unauthorized carry-on. One of the reasons for the trip was to attend the 80th birthday party for my longest continuous American friendship with Sid Nesbit. With the exception of my offshore sailings and their Maui period, I have hardly missed any of his birthdays since 1972. We met that year on a PNSA ski charter flight from Seattle to Zurich. Last November when I visited Sid, we drank the 1971 bottle of wine that I gave Sid for his 60th birthday, see: https://cometosea.us/?p=6504. It was another great party on their beach on the Lummi reservation near Bellingham.    

  On Sunday I visited friends in Vancouver B.C. and on Monday I met with Dennis Minor in Bellingham again. He has been working on working up a documentary about my life’s experiences, since 2015.  On Saturday, August 4th, I took the Amtrak train from Tacoma to Portland to see my youngest (1980) son Seth. His mother, Laura, boarded the train in Centralia, halfway to Portland.  The occasion was for his birthday, a week later. But that always falls in the Defcon conference period, when he meets with his hacker buddies in Las Vegas. The Friday before Lisa showed me around in her current work environment at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle. Very impressive the extend and impact of this organisation. Lisa started a few years ago to head the travel desk and since has been given three more department responsibilities. Seems like my two West Coast daughters are in some sort of a contest in their career successes. They like their work and I am very proud of their accomplishments. From Sunday the 5th I spent three days in Gig Harbor to catch up with friends in my home port. The one sad note from the trip is that I lost my Nikon D-3200 DSLR camera, which I bought new in November last year. There is an outside chance that it might still turn up. So, I am back to using my small short range wide angle lens Go Pro (immitation) video camera. 

Cape Charles: I have started the sanding of the boat interior. The hardest part, sanding the cabin ceiling is done. I have to shovel my belongings around from cabin to forepeak and back, to avoid getting the dust to penetrate. It is like an indian sweat lodge inside with temperatures in the nineties. I removed a bucket full of fasteners from the coach roof and windows. 

Last Sunday I had my third SoloMan presentation at the Lemon Tree Gallery, a good crowd and encouraging sales of my two books and the slideshow DVD to accompany the SoloMan book.

The slogan of the Lemon Tree Gallery is “Small Town Big Art”. That is a very accurate description of Cape Charles. And besides being an exceptional good art gallery, with a number of permanent local artist exhibits, it is also a center for meeting friends and cultural activities, this evening is the monthly “open mic” where anyone can display their musical and literary/poetic talents. Check their web site and Facebook for some of the other events. Cape Charles was a busy maritime and agricultural center on the lower Virginia Eastern shore and until the Chesapeake Bay bridge-tunnel was inaugurated in the sixties it was the terminal for the railroad ferry to the Hampton Roads mainland. From then on the town lost its importance and employment. Now the town has been discovered by a particular background of retirees and wireless commuters, artists and craftsmen and -women. The retirees come mostly from urban areas in Virginia and the Northern Atlantic Coast.  But they are not the typical retirees you find in places like Florida and Arizona. My first plan was to try and get the boat floating and get “Fleetwood” back to the mainland to finish the repairs. But even once the summer tourists were gone, I discovered that there was lot going on here. And the circle of friends keeps growing. It started with Jeanette and Ralph I met coming out of the Coach House Inn on the Bay Creek country club. Turned out they attend the same Saint Charles of Borromeo church, a small but very diverse congregation with a wonderful pastor. Jeanette introduced me to a number of her friends. Through my sailing adventure presentations and people I meet in the Cape Charles Yacht Center  the friendships keep growing. I will describe four of my new friends in particular with these “big talents”. 

Bruce (Brewster) Brinkley: I met Bruce and his wife Audrey on Easter Sunday. They were in the pew behind me with his oldest son and daughter in law. If it were not for my donated shipwreck Ibiza wardrobe (see details: https://cometosea.us/?p=4265 ) we may have never become friends. Bruce has a fetish for outlandish garments. Now before I describe his qualifications for a sample of the “small town big art”, I am going to get a little personal; what has attracted me so much to Bruce and Audrey are their interactions as a couple. Audrey retired last year as a high school Spanish language teacher. Bruce worked for the state of Virginia. He has always been involved in music, as a rock band leader. Harp/Harmonica Jazz is his current instrument of choice. And it was his choice for the subject of one of the best summer reads I have ever enjoyed. “The Be-Bop-A-Luba Kid” Check it out and the reviews. It plays in cape Charles and Bruce showed me the houses where both of the main characters, supposedly, had lived. Besides this book he makes angel statues from old porch posts. You judge from the picture of one of his sample, I guess you could call it folk art and that he knows. He has an incredible collection of it displayed in their three story condominium just off the Chesapeake beach in Cape Charles. 

 

In this link you can watch and hear Bruce play his harmonica at last Wednesday’s gathering of a group of amateur musicians at Susan Kovac’s home. And in this You Tube.

Thelma Jarvis Peterson: Has turned her hobbies and passion into  a living and her fame is spreading beyond the Eastern Shores. She is a songwriter, musician and water color painter. And she has also undertaken the designs and commissioning of some impressive monuments.  All for the most part inspired by her love for the Virginia Eastern landscape and the Chesapeake and Atlantic seashores.  A lot more on her web site. 

 

 

 

Tomorrow, Sunday the 19th, at 11.00 Eastern time, she will be speaking about her songwriting on the NPR program “Writers Block” at station WHRO on FM 89.5 for our Eastern Shore. You can watch the podcast at  https://mediaplayer.whro.org/station/whrv This program was recorded in the Barrier Islands Reef Center in Machipongo, a history museum which came about through Thelma’s energy and knowledge of the Barrier Islands. And if it had not been for the Barrier Islands, on June 23rd 2017, I would have never made this special friendship.

 I posted a You-tube video of her performance with two other songwriters on July the 22nd at the Lemon Tree Gallery. One of the songs she plays in this video is called “Sailing Blind”. One of my favorites. The Go-Pro video camera lends itself better to a larger space like the one taken at Susan’s home last Wednesday. 

Susan Kovacs: I met Susan at church. I was intrigued by this English accented lady doing the announcements to the Latin members in Spanish. Turns out she taught herself from CD’s on her way to and from work. One of the reasons to learn Spanish was because of her frequent visits to her older brother Neil Rock who lived on Ibiza. (http://www.rockhistory.co.uk/how-neil-rock-went-from-gonks-to-beatles/) Neil passed away shortly after her visit to Ibiza in July. She will attend his celebration of life this September. Susan presented “SoloMan” to Maria de los Angeles Peña Milla, the woman who was a big help in getting me settled on Ibiza after my November 16, 2013 shipwreck. Susan’s “Big Art” is in acting. Their big hit was last year with “The Clam-Digger’s Daughter”. Bruce Brinkley and Thelma were also in the act. She makes beautiful beaded jewelry. And she has a great singing voice. Last Wednesday evening she sang for me “Leaving Liverpool” a ballad of the sailing vessel “David Crockett” setting sail from Liverpool in 1893 for California. Listen and watch in this link. 

 

 

Giuseppe Dovis: Born in Italy and lived the best part of his life in Argentina. His specialty is terracotta sculptures on old red brick. He lives and works in a lovely spot on a saltwater slough on the Atlantic side of the Eastern Shore. We have a lot in common in languages and places we lived. It became an instant friendship. 

 

 

 

I mentioned briefly in my previous blog of June 15 that I was considering making a short visit to attend the 80th birthday party of Sid Nesbit. Laura sprung me buddy tickets for the flight on Alaska. I have booked my standby ticket from Baltimore to SEATAC on the 25th. And plan to return on the 8th or 9th of August.

The birthday party is on the Nesbit beach on the Lummi Rez near, Bellingham. Full moon is on the day before and with the Western exposure towards the San Juan Islands, it should be extra festive. I met Sid and his wife Leslie on a KLM PNSA ski charter flight to Zurich, in February 1972. We skied together at the Arlberg in Lech-Zuers and have been friends ever since. The only other commitment I have, so-far, is to celebrate my youngest son, Seth, 38th birthday near Portland, Oregon on August 4th. I will be staying, first with Lisa in Fife and later with Rose Marie and Donovan in Federal Way. I hope to attend the 8.30 mass at St. Nicholas in Gig Harbor on August 5th, to catch up with my Gig Harbor friends. 

I had another setback on the re-launch of “Fleetwood”. The access to the water has been, in my opinion arbitrarily, blocked by a huge motor catamaran. I was blocked earlier in the meantime I finished rewiring the mast and make repairs to it. The one item that was keeping the mast from being re-stepped was the installation of reinforcing rods from the keel bolts near the mast-step to the cabin roof through the bulkhead roof beam. I had a very difficult time to thread the holes I had drilled into the nuts on the keel bolts. But, presto!, Joe Darzey of the 48 foot catamaran “Presto” came to the rescue this afternoon. Joe helped remove the nuts and this will make it possible to weld the nuts for the rods to them. Be sure to read Joe and Sue’s “Presto-Log” at:   https://www.sailblogs.com/member/presto/392048     Joe and Sue are from the Northwest, Kingston-Poulsbo, he has fished commercially up and down the Pacific west coast to Alaska. I met them here in Cape Charles last fall when they were preparing to join the “Salty Dawgs” rally to the Caribbean. They came back here recently to repair one of their broken rudders. Joe also questioned my theory that I could not bottom paint from just a few days before launching, I double checked the label and, again Presto!, it is good for 60 days before splashing. So, I have some work to do on the exterior. It has been just too hot to work inside the boat. That will be a lot easier and cooler in the water. Hopefully I will have a picture of “Fleetwood” back where she belongs in the next blog. 

I just posted a short video on you tube of this weeks’s 4th of July celebration: https://youtu.be/MslSBfInLe0 and one of a very entertaining event last Friday evening at the Palace theater. https://youtu.be/JHl_W9dtp10

I was with my friends Bruce and Audrey Brinkley. Bruce used to have his own band and knows several of the musicians of the “Raw Beets” that played Friday evening. I even got to dance with another friend, Thelma, who is also a musician, song writer and painter and a great dance partner. I am fairly certain that the last time that I danced was in 2005 at the Honiara Yacht Club on Guadalcanal Island in the Solomon Islands and there is a picture of me crashing a Saigon wedding in 2006.  It continues to amaze me the talent and diversity of the people I meet here. It will be very sad to hear the “bon voyages” once I am ready to move on. The people and the landscape have become very dear to me. For sure a good place to look forward to revisiting. 

For my Cape Charles friends: I will give a presentation on my sailing adventure on August 12th at 11 a.m. at the “Lemon Tree Gallery” http://lemontree.gallery/ I will also have my books “SoloMan” and “The Mastmakers’ Daughters” available for purchase and signing. 

I finally have a working cell phone again, with my old number 253-441-7204. Jeannine, my daughter here in Chesapeake, came to the rescue after I got a 6 week run around by TracFone. 

(The internet connection here is awful right now, I will add a few pictures when the connection improves)

This is probably the longest lapse in my blogging since I started this in 2009. I kept postponing for a major piece of news to report on the progress of the “Fleetwood” repair.  I had expected to be back in the water by the end of April. It came and went. The engine installation took much more time than I had anticipated. Now I have another excuse: The access to the boat by the travel-lift is blocked by another boat with a transmission breakdown. There is little left to do than the anti-fouling, but in order to not lose its toxicity it needs to be done within 48 hours before the launching.  Once in the water it will be much easier to redo the interior. It gets very hot inside on land. And the handicap of constantly climbing the ladder. In the meantime I shall start work on the mast, rewiring and maintenance and step it again on land rather than after the launch. I figure that the interior will take all of July and possibly August, repainting, varnish, rewiring, new formica, upholstery, etc. The engine is down but it is slightly longer than I had counted on and I need to modify the companion way steps.

So, my summer plans have been scaled back from the plan to make the loop up to St. Lawrence and back down the Mississippi. I will probably be a short cruise to Nantucket and back to Cape Charles by the end of the hurricane season in October November, then south to the Caribbean and South America. I am contemplating flying to the Northwest for Sid Nesbit’s 80th birthday on July 27th. I have hardly missed Sid’s birthdays since we met in 1972, except for the circumnavigation.

Part of the slow progress on the boat is due to hours of back and forth e-mails and phone calls on my telephone service transfer. I initiated the transfer a month ago and I am still waiting for Tracfone to release my number to the new provider. In January I transferred four of my five web sites to Go Daddy. In the process most of the external links point back to the home page of www.ComeToSea.us It is taking me many hours to reconnect all of them and hundreds of phone calls to Go Daddy. I’m not done yet. I reported earlier that my e-book version of SoloMan was not published correctly. I still do not have answers from Amazon to my complaints of their lack of service. Today I finally received an answer to a problem on the pricing and royalties on the print version of SoloMan that I reported six weeks ago. The process starts with their call center in Asia, answered with long winded text messages, slowly working their way up through the experience level. Frustrating.

The consolation to the disappointment of my shortened summer season is the pleasure of being here in Cape Charles. The location and the population have put a spell on me. Seldom have I made so many wonderful friendships in such a short period in one location, ever. Many of them through the parish of St. Charles of Borromeo, which has a unique mix of members from locals to transplants from everywhere with many artistic and professional talents. Plus a significant contribution from the Latin American members. This morning a mature dough was grazing near the boat. A North Carolina Wren whistles its distinctive call on top of the solar panel. An oasis in a troubled world.

I had a sold out house on April 28th for my presentation and book signing of my sailing adventure. Last month I did another presentation at the parish hall. And I expect to do one more at the Lemon Tree Gallery, in a regular program they put on for Sunday mornings at 11 a.m. I should have more details shortly. “SoloMan” and “The Mastmakers’ Daughters” are well received here.