"Hi Capt. Ron, I am just catching up on things as it's too cold to work on my boat. I have to remove the fuel tank and have a new bottom put on as I noticed a slight diesel fuel smell and slick when I halled it last fall.
Hope all is well and…"
"Sorry to hear you're not sailing. I just met my boat neighbor in the slip across from me. He has a new 38 foot sailboat...first boat...very brave.. *grin*. Bought last Nov. like me. I told him to put a big fender on his stern..he said I better…"
I am just a down to earth gentleman, who enjoys the good things in life. I love living in the Now, down here in the sunshine. When I was a young man I went northwest from the Midwest to Alaska. Now it's time to sail south and explore all of the natural wonders of Florida. Let’s sail off into the sunset. We will set a heading South to the Florida Keys. If the winds and the tides are with us let's cruise the Caribbean. Would you like to come? Hope to hear from you soon.
The Men Who Don't Fit In
Robert W. Service
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
Port Charlotte, FL
Sailing down to the Lost Man's River. Would like to spend about a month in Everglades, to see if I can find myself. Then sailing down to Key West to get lost again.
The photos are great. Are you getting ready for the oncoming hurricane season...? I'm still up the Caloosahatchee River in Ft. Myers. I figure I can motor up behind the first lock if something starts to head this way. I was thinking of moving back to the Charlotte Harbour area. Are there any other live-aboards besides Fishermen's Village that you know of....?
Hi Capt. Ron, I am just catching up on things as it's too cold to work on my boat. I have to remove the fuel tank and have a new bottom put on as I noticed a slight diesel fuel smell and slick when I halled it last fall.
Hope all is well and think warm, it's 37F here and we had snow yesterday.
Sorry to hear you're not sailing. I just met my boat neighbor in the slip across from me. He has a new 38 foot sailboat...first boat...very brave.. *grin*. Bought last Nov. like me. I told him to put a big fender on his stern..he said I better too... yikes, should make for an interesting summer of boat manuevering! My marina has alot of sailboats which is nice, should be an awesome summer. It your boat out for repairs? The Keys must be beautiful, hope to visit there someday. Just ordered a solar vent/fan for mine, as I don't have any air flow except for hatchboards. Need more or it'll be like sleeping in a vw in a parking lot. A wind scoop came with boat, heard they work pretty good. I'll have to look up Lost Man's River, not a clue where it is. On finding one's self, I just hope I can find my way back to marina once I get adventurous! Coffee ready..need bad today, up late last nite..up too early this morning. Take care, Terri
"Marina is in Coconut Grove, B43 is on a mooring at Dinner Key Mooring Field in Biscayne Bay. I apologize for the confusion..
Coconut Grove is one of the communities of Miami.
Those Lifelines are the best, in my humble opiniion. They could last 10…"
Tired of keeping two sets of days, I soul searched and logically concluded that I began solo sailing the day I left the dock on DuPont Island. That was January 15, 2014, fifty days ago. To commemorate the occasion I changed the fuel filter.All by myself, after hearing many renditions of how it is to be done, what tools I would need and one echoing reminder. "Mechanical work is not rocket science. It is about turning nuts and bolts, and being smarter than them." I organized the specially…See More