“Roger Roger. What’s my vector Victor?” Not quite checklists, but I do love Airplane, and this seemed like a reasonable place to cram it into the blog. This entry I’ll post a couple of checklists under development for Wild Rumpus (with credit given to the folks I stole the idea from and a whole lot of disclaimers).
Oh, and I’ll share some news about being asked to review a book for the blog — see Ma, I told you someday people would covet my stupid opinions!!
This post will focus on the “where of it all.” Wild Rumpus will cover a lot of territory between the shakedown cruise and the passage itself, so I’ll focus on those distances, destinations, and make an effort to put it all in perspective. And, the passage plan changed a bit since the earlier planning post, which I’ll cover as well.
I make lists as a necessity in professional life since I have numerous projects going at once, all with different deadlines and often entirely different sets of rules governing those projects. Now, I’m taking that list-making mania to a whole new level as we prepare for Wild Rumpus’s delivery in Cape Town, plus the shakedown cruise and the Atlantic passage. Every other post or so, I’ll publish some of the preliminary lists for those who may be interested. In this first installment, a general inventory list and questions I still need answered.
My last passage planning post was an admittedly premature textual discharge. Since then, I’ve taken some advice from Frankie Goes to Hollywood – – relaxed — slowed down — and just didn’t “do it” –again. (A dated joke for those old enough to remember the song.)
But now that the plans for the delivery of Wild Rumpus are firmed up, and we have estimated dates for the manufacturer-provided training, the shakedown cruise, and the passage itself, it is time to return to the topic. The adventure will begin just 14 months from now and the number of details to plan for is astonishing. So come on in, join my manic preparedness, and educate me with your comments.
This is a short entry about safety. I just finished watching a fantastic production about safety on a YouTube channel that I want to share with you sailors. Ryan and Sophie‘s videos were produced in conjunction with Andy Schell of 59 North– an offshore sailing instructor. I defer to their video to explain the swiss cheese mentioned above. Trust me, these are great videos and well worth watching. Even day-sailors will benefit from this discussion.
Sailing Vessel Wild Rumpus, which won’t be ready for another 15 months, has its own webpage! It is a work in progress, but will eventually be the hub for booking a luxury captained charter, and sailing lessons.
Check it out and let me know if you spot a typo or have suggestions for more information you would like to see added. Thanks.
Non-Sailing post warning: This post has nothing to do with sailing, sailboats, boats, nautical knowledge, or seamanship. Moreover, this post may cause sudden bouts of baking, higher than usual cholesterol, and even causing people to like you despite your mediocre personality.
I was asked to make a short recipe type video for a Corinthian Yacht Club event, so I chose pignoli cookies. These pignoli cookies are the simplest and best-tasting cookies I know how to make I learned from Mary- an elderly (in hindsight, she was probably 60) Italian neighbor in Queens when I was 10 or so. Several of the neighborhood kids were recruited to help her cook during the holidays in exchange for the variety of cookies, cakes, and baked clams. Yes, I know- baked clams don’t seem to fit, but they were so good!!
As the Grandest of Grand Poobahs of The Lodge of the Dense and Mentally Questionable– once I learn even a rudimentary skill, the best way for me to make it stick in my sugarless-gummy-bear of a brain is to find some poor soul to whom I can teach that skill.
So, having had basic sailing skills beat into my brain by repetition, and several ego-bruising incidents, I got it in my thick head that I want to teach others to sail.
Lums Chinese, Flushing, NY, (1978)- My earliest memory of butterflied shrimp and pure food-happiness. A decadent, visceral feeling of joy as oil burned a crooked path down my chin exploding in my mouth into wondrous flavors of shrimp, bacon, egg, scallion, topped with a savory ketchup based sauce and onions.
Joy Island, Bay Terrace, NY (1981 through my departure from NY)- The perfect pubescent boy version of butterflied shrimp. Less onion, more bacon, bigger shrimp, and topped with the orange goo of a sweet and sour sauce. Heaven on a plate. Best when mixed with the msg laden roast pork fried rice.
Tiburon, CA, (2020) – Bored. Hungry. Still in quarantine (sort of). Well, what is one to do under such trying circumstances . . . let’s make some butterflied shrimp!