Saturday, August 29, 2009

Lazy Day

More from our cruise in August... Was a really lazy day today. Odd chores and too much napping. Wanted to go to Mermaid Island, but Deb just frowned on the idea. I thought I would leave it up to her to mention again, but she never did. Guess she didn't want to go. If I left all these decisions on activities up to Deb, we'd be found floating at sea, our muscles too atrophied to steer the ship. We would be all cramped up from reading, napping, reading and napping. Maybe dinghy travel is not her style, but she better get used to that. The poker run went by the island today. One noise machine after another flashed by on their way to wherever. Who cares. They have a lot of power and make a lot of noise, but any wave activity kills their speed. What was funny, is a PWC was keeping up with them. Tomorrow we head to Gan at about 11am. I here it's supposed to rain. Goody.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Dogs and Boats

Occasionally you see a nice dog on a boat, poised at the bow, tongue hanging out, just having a great time. You say to yourself, "I love dogs. We should get one." Then you see them going by again later. Then again later. And again. They're going on poop runs! I love dogs, and they love me, but there is no way I would be taking the dog to shore every 2 hrs. I swear that's all some of the folks we were anchored with did, is drive their dog around! Our old dog Murf was a pooping machine, and we would have been going back and forth all day. In fact Murf would have thought it was funny, and would have pinched off early, just so he could go fifteen minutes later. What about fleas? Imagine a boat load of those. Say you are crossing the lake, a ten hour trip, where does the dog crap? "Honey could you free up that jib sheet, and watch out for the dog pile" Now here's a dog that can come in handy on a boat. Teach him to lie down, add soap, water, and swab the deck with him.


That's no mop. It's a Hungarian puli sheepdog named Fee with her owner, Eva Meyer, during a preview for a pedigree dog show in Dortmund, Germany.

Photo: Frank Augstein/AP

Saturday Morning

Silence settles on the the water in the morning light. We drift slowly , with our ships bow anchored firmly to the earth. As the sun moves slowly across my face, it's warmth waking me, and re-charging me for another day, I think about nothing other than what I see. People are still asleep in their watery craft, and nature has command of the morning. We are here to enjoy, and to participate, yet I feel we intrude on this beautiful landscape. As visually pleasing these ships look to me, floating on the glassy water, they are still somehow alien to the surrounding beauty of the land and water.