Thursday, September 23, 2010

Coon Island to Scappoose Moorage

23 September 2010: Thursday
The dock workers arrive at 0700hrs and fire up the generator, so I get up and fire up my alcohol stove and make some coffee. I can hear the cackling of the sandhill cranes across the way on Sauvie Isl. I slowly meander up the remaining 3 nm to the marina. It is drizzling and my Rain X is working like a charm.

I'm having another cup of coffee as my laundry is being done. I've discovered it is easier to do the boat stuff here as to hauling it back home and doing it. The less hauling is the goal.

I keep reflecting about the wonders of this decade of cruising has been. It started with such a simple idea, get a boat that is an older fiberglass one, with a diesel engine that I can run and jump on and go anywhere. Within a week I had my boat and was cruising out of the San Rafael creek to the Napa River Marina. After getting my sea legs and running Shatoosh on a sand bar, my twin Jean and I headed back down to the SF Bay to do a December winter cruise, in which, we had glorious sunny days and went out under the Golden Gate Bridge to Point Bonitas Buoy, and looked up and down the coast.

Hira's Rules of the Road: Have a dream, create obtainable goals, have a plan of action, and relish in the fruits of your endeavors. Don't get caught up in the quagmire of "what if's". Those fear mongering, "what if's" will stop you in your tracks, sabotage your goals, and dissolve your dreams. All I can say, it has been a fabulous ride on an unforgetable boat.

Do You Have a Dream? Are you making it happen?

Total miles December 1999 to present: 5618nm

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Martin Slough to Coon Island

22 September 2010: Wednesday

As I am cleaning out the refrigerator, I hear some whinnying going on from one of the horses that reside on the island. I look up to see 2 beautiful sorrels loping along the outer rim of the lagoon heading into meadow area. I love seeing free range horses running. They stop near the cattle that had collected by the foot of the dock. I whinny back to them and they start looking around to see the other horse, but never figured out it was the ole cowgirl from texas who was greeting them, all hidden in a nook on the Swedish cruiser.

While the morning ebbing tide continues, I decide that is is so beautiful a morning, that I'd buck that tide and go up river in slo-mo. The river was not only calm, but glassy still. I hug the Oregon shore and can only muster 5.8k, but as I pass Columbia City, my speed picks up to 6.3k. I stop in St Helens to get fuel, and see my mechanic, Toni, working on a large tug and we wave. Then I dock at the city dock to have lunch at the Hawaiian cafe.

The tide has turned, so I am running 7.3k up the multnomah channel. I've always wanted to see the tug and gravel barge pull out onto the channel from the gravel pit slough. Well, after 7 years on the channel, the tug Rene is coming out and making her turn up river.

I follow behind for a quite a while and then pull along side of her, as I know her route by heart. She takes the west side of Coon Island and I turn to port and dock at the east side of Coon.

There is a lot of work being down at the upriver east end of the dock. I proceed to the men in the work boat to see if it is ok to dock and they say, "yes". They are putting in a break water to prevent all the logs/debris from entering and jamming into the docking area. This will be helpful next year for certain.

This trip ends my final season of Columbia River Exploration and next year Shatoosh, Pashmina and I
set out sights on cruising up the coast of Washington and bringing them into the Puget Sound where I live. It will be nice to have my friends near my home for a change. I look forward to re-visiting all my old favorites places when Sabra, my Swan 36, and I cruised together back in the 80's and to cruise the magical waters of British Columbia.

I sit here tonight, with my heart exploding with gratitude for getting to cruise, not only the
Columbia,Willamette and Snake River Systems, but also the SF Bay and surrounding Delta. A decade of cruising, filled with such wonderful memories, meeting so many delightful people and getting to see numerous Albins, along the way. The day I bought Shatoosh, I could not have imagined nor dreamed of all our adventures that we would have. It has been truly memorable and I look forward to more adventures as we travel to the northern waters. The leaves are beginning to turn, I only have seen 2 osprey mothers this week and their 3 chicks, the sand hill cranes are beginning to fly into the refuge on Sauvie Island, so fall is in the air.

My summer began at the farthest reaches of the Snake River and ended with the Columbia Bar crossing into the pacific ocean. From when I brought Shatoosh to the Columbia River in 2003-2009 I have cruised 2811nm. Thus far, in 2010, I have cruised 850 nm for a total of 3361nm.
Day's run 16nm
Total: 206 nm

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Walker Island to Martin Slough

21 September 2010: Tuesday

My engine hours clock is working today without any loss of time. I took this photo when it wasn't working, so that I could take it with me to the volvo dealer/repair.

A fellow had pulled into the dock yesterday afternoon, arriving from a haul out in Astoria. He had a large 40
foot catamaran. This morning he showed me his setup for a chart plotter. He uses a heavy duty Walkabout computer which is a tablet format for use in the outdoors. The screen is made for viewing in direct sunlight and the computer is very heavy duty and indestructible.The specific unit was the Hammerhead RT933 with color screen. He bought it used on ebay for about $150.00. I found this to be interesting and would be great on a boat, particularly being water proof and sun reflective screen.

He departed after I did and went the shallow back way and I chose to go the longer deeper way, but we ended up again meeting at the upriver entrance just down river of the Bridge at Longview.

I stopped at Rainier to pump out the holding tank and after getting everything setup, the pump would not work. I remembered that the same thing had happened several years ago. So, I leave and head for Kalama, as they have a new pump that works like a charm. I fix a half sandwich and depart.The sun is holding well, my shorts and t-shirt are on, and I am happy as can be.

The Morning Spruce, hailing from Singapore, and Shatoosh are on converging courses at the entrance to the Martin Island  slough. The cargo ship is aiming for the red nun to change course to Kalama and Shatoosh will be taking the nun far to starboard. Since I was far enough ahead of this convergence, I figured that I would not be affected by his wake, as it would be diffused by the wing dams and range markers. I was wrong on this one, and I looked up to see a large set of big waves coming thru the wing dams straight for me. There was no room or time to turn and face them. They would be hitting me on my starboard beam and aft quarter, a place where I would not want them to be. I stood up and braced my body to the side cabin wall, right hand on the throttle, and began to steer and throttle accordingly. For several minutes, it was quite the sight, the passing waves were crashing on the shore and bouncing back to my port side and the large sets of waves were lifting me up in the air and I would go racing forward trying not to get thrust into the rocky shore, but not steer to too much to starboard  and run myself into the shoaling sand spit. After about 10 waves, I felt it was all under control, and I took a deep breath. Wow, that had never happened to me there before. In hind sight, I should have slowed and waited for the ship to pass and being outside the entrance, and in deep water, I would have plenty of room to head up into the waves.

The sun is going down and I have had my sun fix for the day. Life is good when you survive another lazy day on the Columbia River.
Today's run: 20nm
Total run 190nm

Monday, September 20, 2010

More With Zach and Bob

20 September 2010 Monday
The guys are departing this morning and heading to Rainier up river. But before all that we have coffee on the dock, but have to move under cover on the Viola Helen due to rain. For the last few days my engine clock has been flickering and yesterday I couldn't read it. Zach investigated it this morning and it looks like I might need a new one which is part of the tachometer, which might be costly. Otherwise, I could get a less expensive separate unit. I'll see what the volvo people say.

We look at Bob's hardtop and which might even be an option for an Albin 25.

It turns out that Bob is the harbormaster of the Skipanon River Marina, where Zach keeps his boat and which is next door to the Warrenton Boat Yard. It might work well for me to get my swim platform put on and then wait the weather out next summer from Skipanon to head for the bar crossing and my trip north. Something very interesting to consider. 

Zach shows me how he puts the Portland Pudgy on board. Uses a block and tackle to pull her up, then pivots her around on to her nesting spaces. Very easy and very clever.

Off they go up river. Have fun you guys. I'm staying at Walker Island today, and with all these rain squawls passing over, I'm going to go and dig out my bottle of RainX.

Walker Island via Westport Slough

19 September 2010: Sunday
Scattered patches of blue sky keep my hopes up this morning. I'm in no hurry to get up river, so have that leisurely morning and enjoy an extra cup of coffee. I depart Cathlamet at 0950hrs and rather risking running aground at low tide, I take the longer, safer route on the outside of Puget Island. A freighter passes me port to port and is from Majuro.

More blue skies break out just as I am approaching the entrance to Westport Slough, so take the nun to port and find my way into this lovely slough. I'm heading for Kerry West  Marina. I usually spend the night here, but not this trip. Many of the derelict boats have gone. There are many, surprisingly, large sailboats in here and my favorite, steel motor yacht, the Florence A is still here. Many small boat slips are empty and there are many big boat side ties available.

Access to this marina is on the Oregon side at Hwy 30, east of Westport Ferry. This is a deep water slough with great protection. It is getting warm, so the flaps go up, the shorts and t-shirt goes on. Oh, I do love the sun. The mergansers and the kingfishers seem busy fishing and flitting about.

As I depart the slough the ferry boat The Waikiakum, is crossing the river and knows where to cut across the sand bar and head up the slough to the Oregon ferry landing. I watch, but would never try that on my own, as I have seen the bar at low tide.

The flooding tide is moving up river and I am doing an impressive 7.8k. The west wind starts to crank up at noon and Shatoosh doesn't mind the 1-2 foot stern waves. I tie the helm and put the flaps back down and grab an apple out of the fridge for lunch. We make steady progress and tie up to the Walker Island dock at 1420 hrs. I recognize an ole friend's boat, the Viola Helen. An aluminum custom built vessel by Zach, the owner. His friend, Bob is cruising in tandem and has a new 23 foot, Trophy.

 Zach was one of the first persons I met after I arrived on the Columbia River. I met him in the fall at Martin Slough. He generously took the time to mark special areas on my chart book, including the back way into Cathlamet! I told him that I had 6 inches under my keel last week. So, it is most fitting that I would run into him on my last voyage of the year, ending my 7 year marathon of Columbia River System Adventures.

We all sat and talked for hours and Zach shares stories of his cruise up north a few years ago to Ketchikan and back single handing his very interesting boat. He has so many ideas that stretch your imagination into a new place. I'd love to spend about a week with him to listen about innovative things I could be doing. Right off the bat was his new dinghy:
1. An Amazing dinghy: the Portland Pudgy( Portland Maine)He puts her in the river so I can row it around. I love it but it is over 100# and is too heavy for me.

2. A netbook with AIS interface. Notice his plastic screens to block the glare on his screen.

3. A composting toilet

4. A water heater for showers.
5. Then he talks about cruising without refrigeration, which intrigues me. He says many items can be stored in the bilge areas as the water keeps the hull cold. Items such as frozen salmon in sealed packages can stay for some time in the cool bilges, as most fruits and vegetables. Carrying freeze dried fruits and nuts can be kept for long periods of time. He has a small hand held gun that measures temperatures. Point and click and you know the temperature of the item, space, or cubby hole. I might have to try some of these ideas for my next outing. With this weather, I could use some warm soups.
6. I ask him, "how did you go all the way to Ketchikan without wipers"? " Wipers, who need wipers, when you have RainX.".

This rendezvous with these fellows has been so much fun today. I have run into Zach several times on the rivers, but haven't had any opportunities to talk with him. This has been wonderful. They invited me for some spaghetti, but instead finished off my squash and polish sausage. I joined them later after dark, when I heard the coyotes yelling over on Walker island. I love that sound. 

Day's run: 28nm
Total run: 170nm

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Out of Astoria

18 September 2010: Saturday

I got up at 0530 hrs, looked out the window and there were stars and some clearing of the skies. "Oh, this looks good," I say to myself. Made coffee, ate some almonds, stowed the electrical cord, made my bunk and waited for dawn. Quietly, at 0650 hrs, I slip my lines and head for the exit of the marina. The sunrise is beautiful, the ships  anchored in the mooring basin are turning off their lights. There is a slight northeasterly breeze and the skies are blue. There was nothing of this sort mentioned in all the weather notices. One just has to be prepared to move at a moment's notice.

There are 5 ships anchored and one coming down river at a fast clip. The wake flips my water bottle off the shelf and knocks the lid open, spilling half of the water. I grab it quickly, but the carpet is soaked. I pass Tongue Point and Margaret from Storm Bay hails me on the radio. She was up early and took a walk and noticed I had already departed. We wished each other great journeys and expressed how much fun we had getting to chat. Kindred spirits for certain. I admire them alot, as it is not easy to sail long distances and be out of country for years. Good on ya, mates.

Shatoosh is clipping along nicely against the weakening current at 7.3k with the flooding tide. Perfect tides for my up river trip. I approach Jim Crow Point at 0900 hrs. I had heard that up in the cove, there were guy wires across the top of the cliff to the adjacent trees. This line had a long rope hanging from it and you could anchor in very deep water and tie up to this line. Today is just the perfect day to check it out, except if the wind was westerly it would be better protected. I ease myself in behind the point and can see the ropes and lines, but the rope hanging is very close to the rock cliff. The water is very deep 50-70 ft, except for the waters near the shore and I found it to be 18-20 ft. This is not something I'd want to try, when there is a nice anchorage slightly up river from here and in shallower water. Well, the cliffs are beautiful, and I'm glad I stopped. I opened the curtains, kept my life jacket on and my fleece pullover on and enjoyed the fresh air.

The line is hanging in alignment with my flag staff.

The Ansac Katherine is moving fast downriver and loaded to the max. I just barely get a shot of her bow wake, before I have to take her wake. This sunny weather is such a refreshing change from the rain. I love the sun, but we just don't get enough to saturate my bodily needs.

This has been a fast upriver jaunt and I arrive in Cathlamet at 1030 hrs. The place looks pretty deserted.
The sun holds until noon and then intermittent, scattered sprinkles come and go all afternoon and evening.

Tomorrow, I've got favorable tides all morning and part of the early afternoon, So will have a leisurely breakfast and take my time getting to Walker Island. What a nice easy day, tended to maintenance, stitched up a hole in my worn out jeans and had a really nice long, hot shower. I love living on Shatoosh, life is so simple and close to nature. Moving with the tides, helps me connect to the rhythms of the universe.
Days run 24nm
Total run 142nm

Friday, September 17, 2010

More Rain

17 September 2010: Friday

Yesterday, I solved the problem of rain accumulating in the tarp on Pashmina. I extended the handle on my boat brush and ran it under the tarp on top of the fore and aft ends of the dinghy and secured it to the transom. Then refastened the tarp over it. Now, the rain runs off both sides and can no longer pool. Clever solution.

This front wants to stay and rain is predicted all next week. I will probably stay another night to sync my return up river with the flooding tide and return to Cathlamet. The wind shifted during the night to Easterlies, which means it is coming down the channel and with the tide ebbing, it would be a slow rough ride back up river. At noon there is a break in the rain and the skies are lightening up, however I am staying another night and will leave at the crack of dawn. If the ride is too bad then I'll duck into some of the smaller channels and meander upriver with the flooding tide through the numerous islands.

Take a look at the wind for yesterday and today in Astoria.

Margaret from Storm Bay returns with an armload of paper charts that they want to get rid of and I, too, have found my old northern California cruising guide that I donate to Storm Bay. We are both so happy with the transfer of charts. She loves Shatoosh and has a few minutes to check their emails. I look forward to keeping up with their journeys and hope the best for their travels.

Johanna who just sold her Albin, Lit'l Bit, emailed and congratulated me for passing my bar exam. I put a photo of the Columbia River Bar on my desktop and now qualify as a bar captain. Looking from the ocean the north jetty is to the left, the south jetty to the right. Ilwaco,Wa to the left and Astoria, Or to the right.

I've been crossing paths with this Nordic Tug from Santa Barbara, named Forevergreen, ever since Cathlamet. They carry 2 folding bikes on the cabin top.

Its 2100hrs and the wind has picked up, and Shatoosh is being bounced around in the slip, so I go online to the wind site and see what is happening oustside my warm bunk. The wind has shifted around from the east to the southwest with gusts over 20k.
I'm off to sleep so I can rise bright-eyed and be ready for whatever the day brings my way. One thing is for certain, the tide will be flooding, and I am grateful for that.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Astoria: A Wet Time

16 September 2010 Thursday
Its about 0930, the rain has subsided enough to get outside and check how much rain has accumulated on the tarp over Pashmina. Gallons have filled the tarp so I start rocking the boat from side to side allowing the water to spill over the gunnels and out on to the dock.. It reminds me of the spillways on the dams.
I happen to look up and a lady is looking at me with an umbrella. She is Margaret from the Storm Bay and has come over with an invitation for coffee and brownies at 1030. I show up and meet the Captain, Chris, who greets with with a strong aussie accent. I tell him I've been smelling brownies for half the length of the dock. I stow my wet shoes and foul weather jacket outside and climb down the ladder to a wonderful neat and warm cabin.

Again, its like ole friends. meeting after years apart. Their journey has taken them from Australia, up the pacific rim to Japan where they cruised for 18 months, on to Korea, over to the Aleutian Islands, down the inland passage to Vancouver, Seattle and now Astoria.They are also making bread which is resting on the satee under several fleece jackets and on top of 2 hot water bottles. It is always interesting how people make things happen. I listen, intently, to all their stories, all the long nights at sea, making landfalls in foreign ports. Its all part of the call of the wild and the draw of the sea. It is not easy, but they are making it happen. They took a look at the photos I had taken yesterday, and am sending them. Margaret liked the one of them coming up on the Astoria Bridge. Tomorrow they will come over to Shatoosh and see her and then see the Maritime Museum. They give me some of their cruising guides for B.C., so they can lighten their load. What a delightful couple.

They don't blog but one can keep up with their travels by googling Yotreps and click on recent reports and scrolling to the bottom of the list for their call sign VJT 3060 and Storm Bay

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Outrunning the Storm

15 September 2010: Wednesday

The south wind blew all night, but I had a good night's sleep. I set the alarm for 0530hrs, so I could get up and be ready at dawn. The weather reports are terrible for the next several days and I didn't want to be in Ilwaco for it. I resigned myself to relax, settle down and stay for a few days. Then at 0730, there is a change, with brightening skies turning to blue, I tell Jean, my twin, I have to hang up and get out of here. I don't make my bed, brush my teeth, comb my hair, I'm out on the dock, unhooking the lines and electrical. The wind has me pinned hard on the dock, but take time to slide me astern and then quickly jump in and steer her off and away. This doesn't look very good, but I head out the channel and meet some fishing boats returning. By the time I get to the dredger it is a bit rocky and rolly, but I'm heading out to see what its going to do.

After a few minutes, the waters calm down and I see some vessels coming in across the bar and one is a sailboat. I hear on the vhf a lady with an Aussie accent saying the night with the southerly winds were rough. So I figured they were beating into them all night from up north, probably coming down from Neah Bay and Cape Flattery. Later I find that to be true.

I didn't set up my computer and chart plotter, but crossed the bay until I picked up buoy "12" on my track-back function on my gps. With the winds abated, and the seas flat  I had a slight pacific swell on my stern on occasion. What a great decision this morning, grabbing that opportunity of a weather break. I'd rather be in Astoria if its going to rain and howl for the next 4 days. Maybe I can make it before it rains.

I'm bucking the ebbing tide and the sailboat on my stern is gaining on me. I listen in as they talk with another cruiser who had come down the coast with them. They both said it was nice to talk to each other during the long night. I slow down, now knowing they are from Australia, call them on the radio and chat with the lady.
I tell them I used to sail with Ann Gash, the Sailing Granny of Australia. They commented on how famous she was in Australia. They are coming into the West Basin, so I lead the way. They are Storm Bay out of Hobart, Tasmania, Australia and headed for Mexico, Panama and perhaps, Chile. I got an invite to join them tomorrow after they got the boat cleaned up a bit.

I got docked before the rain started.
Day's run: 12nm

Blucky On The Bar

14 September 2010: Tuesday

The morning is overcast, but supposed to clear in the PM, so I think I'll stay another day. I really enjoyed meeting Scott and Barbara yesterday. Some people you just click within minutes. Long lost friends from some other lifetime. I was reading a boating article the other day and do not have the name of the author to quote, but she used the term, "blucky". I'm adopting it, as it means blessed and lucky at the same time. That is the story of my life, so I'm Blucky and happy to be so.

I dress for the cool weather, and head out down the dock, and see I am ahead of the Trolley schedule. It doesn't depart until noon, so I decide to walk to the Columbia River Museum, which is so wonderful and beautifully done. About half way there I stop and have brunch at 1030 hrs of a half order of Eggs Benedict. It hit the spot in my belly. I watched the movie of the the Columbia River Bar Pilots and my hands got sweaty looking at the winter conditions of the bar. They have a full sized mock up of a Coast Guard Rescue Boat and recording of a rescue. It looks like the real thing.

My schedule is totally out of sync with the trolley, so I decide that I will endure the walk back at another 45 minutes. I look at a lovely memorial to those locals who have worked hard and died here on the river. A couple of the women seems rather poignant, a young woman and an old one.

In the late 1800's and early 1900's when salmon was king, Astoria was filled with canneries. but not today.

Their skeletal remains are still around.

But where there is a will to survive, life takes on a new form.

I finally see the trolley coming down the tracks, but not in the direction I am traveling. Perhaps another time.

I return to the marina and the sun is beginning to make its debut. I am sweating, hot from my extra long walks, so change quickly, hydrate myself, unplug the electrical cord and make a decision to depart and take advantage of the sun. The tide is still ebbing here but has turned at the north jetty. It is just after 1300 hrs when I slip back onto the Columbia River. Since there is minimal wind, flat seas, I will see how far down I can get. Perhaps, I can make my trial run across the bar. I'm just easily cruising at about 6.5k and decide when I get to Hammond marina that I will bypass it. There is a large fishing vessel ahead who is going slow out the channel, so I tuck in behind him. Off my stern by a quarter of a mile is a large tug cruising slow, as well. At 1340 hrs I begin to feel the flood tide and my speed drops to 5.6 k as I approach Buoy "14".
Buoy "10" is considered a marking point for the bar and Buoy "8" is the 0 mile marker for the Columbia River mileage system. At buoy "8" you are in the pacific ocean and at the end of the north and south jetty.

I am preceding outward as the seas are flat and the wind is very light. At buoy "12", a couple of small porpoises dive at my bow. My speed changes from 5k to 6.1k and then back to 5.7k. At 1450 hrs I am at Buoy "8" and in the Pacific Ocean.
 Wow, I have guided Shatoosh across the bar for the first time. What a day!

I make a turn around and my speed jumps to 7.7k  and the Washington coastline and Cape Disappointment are shrouded in fog. I have about a .5 nm visibility, but place my course line out to buoy "11" and pretty soon, I have visible contact with it.
2 Fishing boats precede me to the entrance of the channel to Ilwaco, so I follow them in.

They are dredging the channel at the entrance, so we give them a wide berth. On each side of the channel is about 2 feet of water, so focus, focus, focus. The cold, foggy wind is biting my legs and arms. What happened to the sun? Where are my fleece warmies? Why am I in shorts and a T-shirt? Wait 5 minutes and the weather will change. I'm already on my third outfit.

I find a temporary slip, hook up the power and take some time to put on warm clothes prior to looking at some of the fishing machines. The charter boats are all tied up, not much happening here with the season ended. So, will try to leave tomorrow and beat the next front that is suppose to move in.

This has been my most bluckiest day ever.

Day's run: 16.2nm
Total: 106nm

Monday, September 13, 2010

Astoria With Sun

13 September 2010: Monday

After a quick pump out of the head, I'm off at 0820 hrs. The fuel dock opens at 0900, but I have enough fuel to get me to Astoria and if I leave now I will still make it to Astoria on the ebbing tide. The seas are calm, no wind and there are already sun breaks. I see some fishing boats off in the distance, but no other boats around. I own the river, all alone seeing this gorgeous scenery, watching the birds fly and feeling very safe in the warm cockpit.

My speed is well over 8k and I slow down to take a photo of Pillar Rock, where Lewis and Clark stayed on shore.

At 1045 I am approaching Tongue point and there are 7 Ships anchored; hailing from Valletta-Malta, Switzerland, Panama, and Monrovia. As I approach the Astoria Bridge I am cruising at 8.9k and the sun is breaking through the clouds, creating a nice blue check mark for me to precede forward. The tide is still ebbing. My timing perfect.

I begin my approach to the West Mooring Basin and maneuver my way through the breakwater entry and tie up to the fuel dock at 1110hrs. A handsome white headed man is excitedly approaching me wanting to know all about my boat. He is familiar with Albins from seeing them in Florida along the Intracoastal Waterway.(ICW). We talk for a long time and he tells me he is selling his Gulf 32. Wow, I want to go see that!

Janet, the harbormaster, is helpful. I get 12 gallons of fuel, pick out whatever slip I want on the guest dock, hook up my power. Fill 2 gallons in my empty water jugs, and 1 gallon in my solar shower. Boy, there are some interesting boats here. I see Stormy, the Fisher 30, I looked at last year. They have done alot of work on her and she is looking much better.

Late afternoon, I walk over to take a peek at the Gulf 32. Gosh what a beautiful boat. Scott and Barbara own her and have done a beautiful job of taking care of her. We have lots of Hawaii in common and spend time sharing stories. Later they come to Shatoosh, so Barb can see her. They both just love Albins.

I might have to hang around another day.
Days run: 23.1nm
Total run: 89.8nm