The blog has been on my mind for months, but for various reasons, I just haven’t gotten back to writing it. I’m not sure when I’ll be back to writing more substance, but in the meantime, it occurred to me that some organization to my level of suckiness might help new readers.
Continue reading “Helpful Reminder: I Suck”
The title says it all here. I’ve been distracted and ignored this blog for far too long. Sorry about that, folks. Wild Rumpus has about 13,000 on her, and I’ve barely covered 8000 in this blog.
Continue reading “Wow, I Suck.”
Quick update about the current passage.
Continue reading “We’re Off Again”
[Cue the Jeopardy music] The American Sailing Assoc. 106 (Advanced Coastal Crusinig), a Women’s Sailing Seminar, and NY all have this in common. While my smart-ass friends will definitely send me any number of technically correct responses, the correct question is, “What is Wild Rumpus!”
Continue reading “ASA 106, Women’s Sailing Seminar, and NY”Several readers requested via comments and direct messages that I post some video from the Atlantic passage. I am here to serve.
Continue reading “Vids and Pics Are Better Than Words”
Re-homing one of nature’s most ferocious beasts is no easy task. Add to that the effort to do so while cruising up the east coast of the U.S. with a compressed timeline, and the task becomes akin to dropping your kid off at school by slowing the car to 10 mph in the carpool lane and throwing him/her out the window. Luckily, Honey Badger landed on her feet and is ready to contribute to society.
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Finally, Wild Rumpus is out of the Bahamas and working its way up the east coast of the U.S. on its way to New York City. In honor of Wild Rumpus heading to the city that spawned me, taught me how to parallel park, fight, and evade the police on foot all in one incident, that smells of a mix of aging pee and sumptuous hot dogs cooked in water older than its purveyor, where America’s pizza craze kicked off, and the last bastion of big fat eggrolls that smell of burnt oil and taste like the best parts of my childhood, the title picture for this post is the kids’ table at my Bar Mitzvah from 1981. You’re welcome — you deserve it if you made it through the last sentence!
Continue reading “And We’re Off!”
For much of my life, I’ve been told that close is only good enough when playing horseshoes or throwing hand grenades. Why, oh why, didn’t anybody mention that it also applies to lightning!!! (That title pic is just a random lighting pic, not one of mine, and not the actual lightning at the heart of this post.)
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Like the A-Team of 1980s fame, we, a rag-tag group of middle-aged oddballs (superpowers include mushroom foraging, spotting flowers from a distance, coding, snoring, and making lists), put together a somewhat hair-brained scheme, engaged in some prep (well, maybe a lot) boarded the ocean-going equivalent of a tricked-out van and managed to pull off a seemingly impossible task. We are indeed heroes in our own minds, and if this were the real A-Team, I’d be a middle-aged Mr. T (except for the white, fat, soft, and ain’t nobody anywhere afraid of me part).
Continue reading “Love It When A Plan Comes Together”
The definition of “doldrums” is “a spell of listlessness or despondency.” Yup, listlessness captures it nicely, except it missed the constant rumble of the diesel, the distinctly un-rhythmic weee/waaaw of the auto-pilot, and those damned space pirates!!!
Continue reading “Sweat, Diesel Fumes, and Space Pirates”