Sailing from Ensenada to Santa Barbara - We meet a few obstacles but finally overcome.

The Red Boat syndicate (Tom, Rich and I) decided to bring our beloved Schumacher back to the SF bay area from Ensenada. We'll take her back down to Mexico when we have more time to vacation there. We didn't want to take time off from work so we decided to try to bring her up in 2-3 weekends. It worked out pretty well. First step, Ensenada to Santa Barbara or somewhere in-between depending upon our speed and the weather. The first weekend in January had nasty weather all along the coast. We checked with Commander's Weather for the following weekend and it looked like it would be worth a try...

Our plan: Tom, Rich, Synthia and Sylvia would fly to San Diego Friday night and rendezvous with Nick (flying down from SF) at 7:30 p.m. Our driver Sergio would pick us up and take us to Ensenada, arriving there by 10:30 p.m. We would unpickle the boat and leave the harbor by 12:30 a.m.

Rich's dad was our ride to the airport. We're all there except Tom:

Mati and Terry join us and we're still waiting for Tom:

Tom finally arrived and we caught our plane for San Diego. We arrived and waited for Nick, we waited, we waited some more. Nick finally called and said his flight was cancelled. What a bummer! This meant that if we were one person down our watches for the trip up the coast would be longer. Yuck!

Luckily Nick managed to catch a later flight, (the last one from SF to San Diego) so we treated Sergio and his buddy to dinner while we waited. Nick finally arrived at 9:30 p.m. and we waited for his luggage, and waited, and waited, but it never arrived. Nick was a sport about it, and we decided the rest of us could part out our extra polypro, fleece and foul weather gear so he could be fully dressed for the voyage.

We finally arrived in Ensenada at 12:30 a.m. and it was completely socked in by pea soup fog!! We had a crew meeting, should we leave or wait until morning? We felt we could delay no longer so we decided we could drive with our instruments, i.e. radar, and decided to leave ASAP. Call us crazy but we left the dock at 3:30 a.m:

We drove out of the harbor using our radar and our ears. I stood on the bow and listened for ominous noises such as waves hitting breakwaters (yes, and we had to alter course) and seals barking on half-sunken wrecks.

It was thick fog all night and all the next day. Thank goodness for radar or we wouldn't have been able to avoid that ship, yikes!! A big empty ocean and we were on a direct heading to hit it!

By the way, the fog was freezing ass cold:


Finally at around 4:00 the next afternoon we motored toward San Diego harbor (to go through customs) and the fog cleared:

It was great after a night and day of sailing alone in the dismal fog to see activity once again:


We pulled into the customs dock and waited for the agents. Nick took a taxi to the airport and retrieved his luggage, hoorah!

After going through customs we left San Diego to continue our journey up the coast. We hated to leave the warmth of San Diego but as we left the fog was already rolling over the hills. We had another foggy night to look forward to:








Sometime in the early morning we broke through the fog and were treated by sunrise and a clear sky:






The weather warmed up enough for t-shirts and lunch al fresco. Kippers anyone?











Why yes, I believe I'll have a beer with that!












We made great time up the coast and in the afternoon began to see the oil rigs that signified Santa Barbara was not too far away:











As we approached Santa Barbara harbor we spied the USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier:










We finally sailed into Santa Barbara and got a slip.



Nick couldn't wait to get some coffee but ewwww, did they put his coffee in the tip cup?? Gross!!






The Red Boat was happily tied up until our next leg up the coast.




We had a bite to eat, rented a car, and drove back up to San Jose, arriving around midnight. Next step: Leg two from Santa Barbara hopefully all the way to San Francisco.

Eeewwwww, Double-Dipping grosser than we thought!

Last Halloween after the Great Pumpking Regatta in Richmond, my sister, Erik and I were sitting near the snack table at the Richmond Yacht Club watching our fellow sailors mack on the eats. We were appalled and horrified at the lack of manners of many of the troglodites who came by to graze. There were two things in particular that completely grossed us out:

1) Several heathens grabbed a chicken wing, sucked off the meat then threw the naked and violated bones back on a platter that still contained food.

2) Double-dippers. There were many but one woman in particular was absolutely disgusting. She repeatedly dipped, munched, redipped, munched and dipped a final time. Sometimes salsa from her once-munched chip would fall back into the salsa, mingling with the communal salsa to form a fertile brew of bacteria and God knows what else.

We wondered, were we justified in our queasiness at this lack of etiquette or were we simply overreacting to normal human behavior?

Today vindication arrived. My friend Nut, knowing of my pet peeve, sent this article about double-dipping to me...

Keep an eye on the salsa this Super Bowl Sunday: A researcher inspired by a famous "Seinfeld" episode has concluded that double dipping is just plain gross.

"That's like putting your whole mouth right in the dip!" George Costanza was admonished on the show after he dipped a chip twice at a wake. That's not too far off, said Clemson University professor Paul L. Dawson.

Last year the food microbiologist's undergraduate students examined the effects of double dipping using volunteers, wheat crackers and several sample dips. They found that three to six double dips transferred about 10,000 bacteria from an eater's mouth to the remaining dip sample.

"I was very surprised by the results," Dawson said in a telephone interview Thursday. "I thought there would be very minimal transfer. I didn't think we would be able to detect it."

The professor said the students' research didn't get into the risk behind such a bacteria transfer, but they got the idea.

"I like to say it's like kissing everybody at the party — if you're double dipping, you're putting some of your bacteria in that dip," Dawson said.

The results of the research are scheduled to be published in the journal Food Safety within the next six months, he said.

Enough said!! And hey look, you can even purchase dip bowls that remind the heathens so you don't have to!

Merry Christmas!!!!!

Merry Christmas from crazy California!

(my neighbor's cactus)

Melting Pot Cooking - Hot Dog Maki, Weenie Royale, and SPAM Musubi

This picture just in from Betty in Portland:

Great picture!! And great timing because it reminds me of a fascinating report I heard on NPR a couple of days ago.

The report is a Kitchen Sisters episode on the impact of the internment on Japanese American cooking. The episode is called "Weenie Royale" and is named after a dish still served and eaten today by many people.

The prisoners in the internment camps, forced to eat what was provided to them, cooked weenies, bologna and many other things in ways that made the odd and foreign food more palatable and comforting to them. You can read the episode here:

Weenie Royale: Food and the Japanese Internment.

Weenie Royale Recipe:

Ingredients:

1/2 white or yellow onions, chopped

1 tablespoon soy sauce

2 hot dogs

3 eggs

Cooked white rice

Saute the chopped onions with a tablespoon of soy sauce and cook at medium to high heat until they are caramelized. While you wait for the onions to caramelize, cut the hot dogs in julienne slices and beat the eggs. After the onions are caramelized, add the hot dogs and cook for 2-3 minutes. Then add the beaten eggs to the onions and hot dogs until the eggs are done. Serve on top of cooked white rice.

Speaking of odd cultural combinations, we go to Kauai in a few days and I can guarantee that we will see a lot of this:

Spam musubi is one of Hawaii's favorite snacks. Spam was introduced to Hawaiians by American soldiers who were stationed there. The Hawaiians did what most cultures do when introduced to a new and unusual food...they made it uniquely theirs.

Ornaith Murphy - SF Bay Area mystery

Today is the six-year anniversary of the mysterious disappearance of Bay Area single-handed sailor Ornaith Murphy. This is what the Oakland police department web site has to say about the mystery:

"Ornaith was last seen in Oakland on December 16, the day after her estranged husband's disappearance. She owned a 1980 39-foot fiberglass auxillary sailboat named Sola III. The vessel has dark blue circular emblems with one gray swirl painted on both of her sides. Ornaith normally berthed the boat at the Oakland Marina in the Jack London Square area of the city. The vessel disappeared on the same day as Ornaith; it has never been located. The boat was captured on a video surveillance camera pulling out of the Oakland Marina at 8:36 p.m. on December 15. It had about one week's worth of food on it when it disappeared, and no safety or foul weather gear.

Kieran and Ornaith planned to meet on the day of his disappearance to discuss legal issues. Ornaith was seen working on her boat that day. A man fitting Kieran's description was seen near the boat on the evening of his disappearance, but it was never established that the man was in fact Kieran. Witnesses reported hearing loud banging sounds coming from near the Sola III the evening he disappeared. The witnesses could not be sure that the sounds were gunshots, however.

The next day, December 16, Ornaith called her niece from the Sola III. She said she was in a marina in Berkeley. Ornaith's niece invited her to breakfast, but Ornaith declined the invitation. She has never been seen or heard from again.

Ornaith and Kieran are described as a witty, intelligent couple who enjoy reading classic literature. They amassed a small fortune through real estate speculation and have two sons together. Their marriage crumbled after Kieran had an extra-marital affair. Kieran was living in an apartment in the Nob Hill area of San Francisco when he disappeared; Ornaith resided with her niece near Jack London Square in Oakland, near her boat. Both were the defendants of a lawsuit at the time of their disappearance; one of the buildings they owned had caught fire and a child had been badly burned.

Ornaith's family reported her as a missing person from Oakland. The estranged couple may be traveling together aboard the vessel. Another theory is that Ornaith shot Kieran and committed suicide shortly afterwards. There has been no evidence to support this, however, beyond the noises heard by witnesses.

Kieran was supposed to vacation in Mexico shortly after he disappeared. He and Ornaith's sons say it would be uncharacteristic of them to leave without warning. The Sola III was not equipped for an extended cruise and Kieran did not know how to sail it. The United States Coast Guard has been involved in the search for Kieran and Ornaith, but no evidence has been discovered. Neither of the couple's credit cards or bank accounts have been used since their disappearances. Their cases remain unsolved, but their disappearances are considered suspicious."

Ornaith was very well-respected by the local (and international) sailing community for her able seamanship and her ability to handle tough situations. She was known for assisting other sailors in trouble and for her single-handed trip around Cape Horn where she lost her rudder but managed to pull through. I only met Ornaith once or twice but my friend Synthia was a pretty good friend of Ornaith's. Ornaith was instrumental in Synthia's own single-handed sailing career and she went so far as to loan Synthia her Cal 39 Sola III so that Synthia could sail it in her first single-handed Farallones race. I was on the race deck for Synthia's finish and proudly watched Synthia and Sola III cross the finish line.

Sometimes I think of Ornaith and wonder what happened to her and her soon-to-be-ex husband Keiran, will we ever know what happened to them? I suspect this mystery is one that may never be solved.

Back on the blog

It has been a long time since I've posted, and here are the reasons:

1) My dear father died and I felt I should do a post on him, but every time I tried to write something it upset me too much, so for now I think I'll remain mute on the subject until it feels right.

2) I started a new job and I have to commute. The commute there is fine, but the commute home is dreadful and it's pointless to leave before 6:00, 6:30 is even better. Compared to my prior job where, including my commute, my entire work day was 8:15 - 5:15 (9 hours total), my current entire work day, including commute, is approximately 12 hours, give or take a half hour. Blech.

3) I've been addicted to two Mexican telenovelas. These shows have a life span but they are on every weeknight. The second one just ended, but it was replaced by a new one, Pasión, that's even better. It's so good that I don't fast-forward through it like I did the other one. Pasión stars Fernando Colunga. He is my all time favorite telenovela star and in Pasión he plays a pirate, so basically this show is irresistable. Do you blame me?...

And my favorite:

I wanted to name my new boat 'Fernando Colunga' so I could say things like "I need to spend the weekend cleaning Fernando Colunga's bottom," or "Fernando Colunga rides much smoother when I keep a firm hand on the tiller," or "Have you noticed that Fernando Colunga has the tallest mast in the marina?" Alas, my boat partners voted against me.

I love Johnny Depp and I love musicals.

In addition to his apparently limitless acting ability the rumor is he can sing too! In the soon-to-be-released movie musical Sweeney Todd, director Tim Burton decided that all the singing would be done by the actors, non-professional singers. This approach worked for Buffy the Vampire Slayer so why not Sweeney Todd?

Check out a preview of the delights to come HERE.

My favorite Depp movies, i.e. the ones that vividly stick in my mind even years later, are Edward Scissorhands, Dead Man, and Chocolat.

Johnny did not sing his songs in the movie Crybaby (directed by John Waters). He did a great job of lip-syncing however. The actual singing was done by James Intveld who, coincidentally, looked a lot like Johnny Depp:

Sweeney Todd is scheduled to open on December 21st. Is it a date??

galapagos underwater

Now that we are on our way to winter I can't help but think back on my wonderful vacation to South America back in August. Diving the Galapagos Islands was chilly, rugged and challenging but wow, was it ever worth it! What the Galapagos Islands lack in lush reefs and walls it makes up in nutrient-rich currents and unusual creatures...

Our home for a week was the luxurious dive vessel the SV Sky Dancer:

The best diving was at the remote Darwin's Arch:

We went to Darwin in search of the gigantic Whale Sharks that migrate there every year to feed. After leaving the zodiacs and submerging we kicked to a rocky underwater outcropping to wait for these gentle giants.

First we were delighted to see a school of Spotted Eagle Rays cruise by:

Soon afterward we were excited to see several large Hammerheads swim over to check us out:

Finally, out of the gloom came the bus-sized Whale Shark! We divers were dwarfed by this magnificent creature:

Not only does the Galapagos boast large pelagics, it also has one of the weirdest creatures I have ever seen. The Red-Lipped Batfish liked neither to swim nor to walk, it prefered to stand on its odd fins and glare at us:

Dragons in Hayward

Yesterday during my excursion to the hazardous waste drop-off in Hayward I was surprised to find that dragons do exist. This handsome specimen was standing guard outside the exit gate ensuring that no scofflaw should attempt to enter from the wrong way.

My one and only ghost story

In 1976 I moved to Springdale Arkansas with my girlfriend Kim. Her parents had purchased some property with a small house on it. The house was a ruin and had not been lived in for several years. Before that the renters had completely trashed it.



Kim and I were in our early twenties and were restless. We thought it would be a lark to drive to Arkansas, try our hand at fixing the house up, and then continue living there if we liked it. So we took a road trip East, Arkansas or bust, and three days later rolled into Springdale.



Did I mention the house was a ruin? It wasn't even liveable. It was infested with fleas so we spent the first night sleeping in her car while we fumigated the house. We worked hard on improving our little house, and slowly it was transformed from a dump into a 'cottage'.



I liked Arkansas and as soon as we got rid of the fleas and ripped out the cat pee carpet I liked the house too. Apparently Kim did not share my sentiments ; I often heard her quietly weeping late at night. My little dog Avery also was not fond of his new surroundings and he would often burst into loud barking at nothing in particular. I would try to shush him but his barking usually turned into low, suspicious growling until he wearied of himself.



The weeks passed and still Kim's faint weeping continued. What was wrong with her?



One night her soft crying and Avery's growling made me feel particularly sad so I left my room to make a cup of tea. A few minutes later Kim joined me in the kitchen. "If you dislike it here so much why don't you just leave?" she asked.



"Me? I like Springdale. You're the one crying every night. And by the way you're driving my dog crazy."


Kim gave me an odd look and whispered, "You've been crying, not me."


It turns out that for the past several weeks she had also heard the sad weeping and assumed it was I. I swore it came from her room and she swore it came from mine. If it wasn't either of us then who, or what, was it? Our neighbor had a huge ham radio setup, maybe it was just weird noise from his radios?



The next day we mentioned the weeping sounds to our neighbor, the wife of the ham radio guy, and asked her if his electronics ever made unusual noises at night. After we explained our experience to her she admitted that people said our house was haunted by a little girl. She didn't know anything beyond that, but she did know a woman from her church who had a 'gift' and who might be willing to visit us.



A few days later the neighbor brought her friend over to meet us. The 'gifted' woman walked through the house and stopped at the hot water closet of all places, located in the hallway between my room and Kim's. She began talking to the empty space, she told the air that Kim and I were kind people who didn't wish harm to anyone. She said there was no reason to be sad and lonely anymore because Kim and I lived there now and could be 'her' friends.



That was it. No praying, no exorcism, just a short one-sided conversation by a frumpy, plain, middle-aged woman. We donated some money to her church for her time and she left.



Kim and I didn't really believe in ghosts and we weren't convinced that our house ever really had one. Maybe the crying sounds were just the creakings of an old house. Maybe Avery was just a nervous little dog that had to get used to a new place. We never heard the faint weeping again and Avery stopped his sporadic growling. In our busy-ness of home improvement, enrolling in school, boys and partying we completely forgot about the quiet, sad crying that dominated our first few weeks in Springdale.



The next summer Kim and I left Arkansas to return home for a couple of months. We grudgingly agreed to let her brother, not a very nice guy, "house-sit" for us. Basically we were letting the load live rent-free until he could get his act together. He ended up staying only a week instead of the whole two months. When we got home he told Kim that he would have stayed longer except for the creepy little neighbor girl who kept peeking in the windows at night and scowling at him. He tried to catch her a couple of times but when he went outside he could never find her.

We wondered, was Kim's brother high, drunk and imagining things? Was it really a little girl from the neighborhood or was it our alleged otherworldly roommate, unhappy with her change in living arrangements, who was creeping out Kim's brother in order to get him to leave?

Sometimes there are questions that have no satisfactory answer.



Happy Halloween Everyone!!!