I’ve spent the last three days in dry dock covered in sanding dust followed by toxic exotic paints. I’m sore, tired, and variously splotched. I guess I now really do need a vacation.

Me and my sailing buddy Tai raced to Shilshole Marina after work Wednesday to add a new battery to the boat and take down the jib in preparation for it being put into drydock this weekend.  My weekend will start at a painful 8am Saturday morning and we will paint the boat as many hours as it takes to get it done by Sunday night.

The shot above is from what we decided to do first once we arrived there.  There was just too much fine wind and sun not to take her out for a bit.  And of course I need the practice for when the pirates attack and I’m the last man alive.

This weekend was the big festival weekend. Too bad it was pretty rainy (at least closer to where we live east of Seattle). We passed on the Fremont Solstice Festival this year. More due to the parking and driving hassles than anything else. Luckily my friend in Seattle caught a few pics of the big parade. The goal of which is trying to get the most nude people possible in public and sticking it to the mans decency laws. Damn Hippies..

We decided to go a little quieter and try out the Fall City Festival that was down the road from us. Pretty disappointing. A generic smalltown street fair with useless merchant stalls and boring food stalls. We only stayed about 30 minutes. Most of the time was spent petting half a dozen Chihuahuas after happily discovering we have a loose-knit group of caring volunteers that run a rescue in the area. We now have a place to point responsible people to that are looking for a Chihuahua. A win for people trying to avoid puppy mill doggies.

Anyway, we ended up at a tried and trusted cafe for lunch that turned into a very late breakfast as we both decided on pancakes. A rare event for us. Our going out mood pretty much fizzled after that and we went back home to laze about and enjoy doing nothing.

Me go skool dis sumr. Me be smartter nd thinck moor. Me git digree sum dae. Me go wurk in liberry nd be liberreein wit buks.

Maebe me lern spel two.

Above is as accurate as possible representation I could find of the month of July for me. I have somehow talked a co-worker into a three week sailing adventure on his hand built wooden sailboat the Woodrose, a 25 foot classic Lyle Hess cutter. We will be heading up the Pacific Coast between Vancouver Island and mainland Canada, playing it by ear and taking in the sights and sounds of the Sun and Sea..