Vegetating

Fantastic sail up to Whangaroa Harbour from Bay of Islands the other day, averaged about 8.5 knots, hitting 10+ knots in a beam reach in 20 knots of wind. Reeeaaaaaly nice.

Now basically vegging in Whangaroa. I am informed this it what "relaxing" is. Not sure about it though, so I pulled one of the redundant winches off the forward cabin deck and plugged everything in preparation for sanding and re-caulking. Tomorrow I'll throw a coat of varnish on the main mast. Now that's a holiday!  ;-)

OK, maybe time for some shampoo. And some scissors.

Merry Xmas!

Living the dream...    ;-)

Sailing

Aaaaahh. Sailing.

Sailed from Great Barrier to Whangaruru today, averaging 8-9 knots on a beam reach. Very pleasant.

Random summer holiday type photo.

Today's sail.

Leaving Great Barrier.

And They're Off!

Finally. Absolutely no wind, motored all the way to Great Barrier Island, but at least we are finally away on holiday. Pass the rum.

Mill pond.

 
 

Rum O'Clock

A Pleasant Day

Went out with a bunch of friends today to Tiri for some swimming and booz...eating. Oh, and some very pleasant sailing. Didn't bother to take many photos though, so here's a random shot of the boat and a shot of Matt with the youngest Kamalii crew member, Eddie.

Oh fuck yes!

Finally sailing.

Need I say more?

Nom, nom, nom...

[PHOTO REMOVED ON ACCOUNT OF SEVERE OBJECTION BY SARAH]

Off to Kauwau for the weekend with friends for Sarah's 15th birthday.

Nom, nom, nom...

How's that for a capping rail, eh?

Sunday, Day of Rest

Bulwark stripped, sanded, and capping rail primed and ready for glossiness. Huuuuge thanks to Stephanie Hazard for her help today; it was a long, hot and dusty day.

Get a Life

I was busily attaching all the hardware onto the mast this morning, when a couple of guys walked past on the dock. One said, "There's that guy that's always working."

Sad.

And now I have to admit that having finished the mast, for shits and giggles, I decided to rip the port side bulwark apart to see if we can get it stripped and the last of the capping rail varnished before we head out next weekend. Bet we can.

Sad.

At long bloody last

Put the last coat on this evening.*

Tomorrow we bolt everything back up.

Next weekend we are going sailing. Don't care if it's blowing the bloody apocalypse. We. Are. Going. Sailing.

* Actually, I still need to throw another coat on the upper 2/3 of the mast. That's the regime now: one coat start of season, one coat end of season. But that I can do with the mainsail on. I'll pretend the job is done for now.