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Follow along as I work on a 1963 Pearson Triton Sailboat…

selene in her slip

she made it


Whelp, i did it… don’t really like the “I” part of that statement. There’s been way to many people involved. Thanks to the support from everyone, Selene is in her slip!

I’m exhausted. Didn’t sleep at all last night as I tossed and turned wondering wether or not my 1963 Pearson Triton was going to make it across the bay. The boat I just purchased and have never sailed on… which has loose rigging, old sails, and a cut off prop shaft. A boat which I now know and respect. Having just spent the past 6 hours motor sailing to Moss Landing from Monterey Marina.

I woke up at sunrise. Packed everything my mind thought would be useful. Got a car ride from Sally down to the boat ramp. Stood at the end of the ramp with Nora and asked a few fisherman for a ride to my sailboat, on the ball. Hitched a ride out to my sailboat from the second(!) fisherman I asked. Climbed on Selene. Climbed into the bowels of Selene. Drilled through the prop and shaft. Broke off the drill bit in the hole going through the prop/shaft. Wrapped the shaft with duck-tape, making sure the broken bit would stay in place, holding the prop and shaft. Hung the biggest jib aboard on the forestay. Rigged up some jib sheets. Miraculously got the outboard from the cabin sole, up into the cockpit, and hung on the stern bracket. Yelled at guy on the boat next to me for help untying from the ball. Started up the old 2 stroke. Chatted with the guy while the old 2 stroke yawned and stretched. Put her in gear and headed out into the bay.

Leaving Monterey Marina a small seal performed some acrobatics off the back of the boat. I figured he was sending me off… probably really just upset about missing out on the food that was growing under Selene.

It was the perfect day to be on the water. Clear skies, nice slow rolling waves, and light wind from the east. We motor sailed in a straight line all the way there. I write “We” meaning Nora, Myself, and Selene. It was an incredibly beautiful day. I’m still riding the high and rocking back and forth a bit as I lay in my van. So happy and thankful to have reached this point in my travels. Thank you all for the incredible support.

Get ready for lots of pictures as I begin tearing Selene apart and prepping her for the high seas!

Also, I should be getting on a consistent TUES, THURS, SAT, SUN schedule with the youtube video post.

See Ya!

nora at sea

labrador and her pearson triton

There’s people that like to think they’re really good at coming up with a plan and then executing said plan. These people are completely disillusioned. The perfectly executed plan is make believe, satisfaction for the control freak. There will always be some unforeseen angle or circumstance that requires a small adjustment in the plan. “But the paper said it would be sunny today?”

If your like me, before beginning a plan, you’ve already accepted that the plan will be broken. The plan is another way of saying I’m going to start in this general direction, at some point i’ll probably be doing a complete one-eighty, but I will end up somewhere different.

So yeah, my boat is still sitting on a ball in Monterey Bay. There have been numerous plans, and even a few quickly muted attempts at moving the boat. I’m beginning to realize the problem thus far has been letting other people in on the plan. I think as a general rule, I scare people. At least when it comes to things like… “do you want to help me move my sailboat?”. People soon realize that my will to get this boat going is a bit on the dangerous, or even nutty, side. Ever since I was a kid I’ve found myself scaring off would be thrill seekers, usually soon after I’ve shared the plan. Even more scary, I’m now sharing these plans from the seat of a wheelchair.

Ah, who knows, maybe I’m just not suppose to have this boat. Maybe my plan is being altered and I’ve become the control freak. It’s frustrating to say the least. It seems every-time I think the boat is going to be moved, it doesn’t happen.

You know what I really think… I need to stop bitching, go hop on the boat, and move it myself. I don’t know why I’m so hung up on having somebody else with me. I think maybe too much talking with the previous owner has put this idea in my head. I bought this boat to sail solo around the world. Why would I not solo it across monterey bay? Well, I’ve never been on this boat or in this bay. Plus I haven’t equipped her yet. But, I have to start somewhere.

Yeah, somehow I got steered wrong. However, I am starting to think more clear as of late. The clear headed conclusion is…. wait for the weather window, crew or no crew, hop on the boat and get her into a slip.

There’s a storm brewing in the bay right now, as soon as it passes I’m getting my boat.

Nora’s sore is looking fantastic. Thanks for the prayers. It definitely didn’t heal as planned, but the dog is well on her way to squirrel chasing again.

Nick Jaffe of bigoceans.com wrote a blog entry last week introducing his followers to my story. The number of people visiting my website has doubled since this kind mention. Much gratitude for the generous support of this way more experienced, fellow sailor.
Thanks Nick!

I purchased a sailboat, almost. Still owe $200 on the ship, and should be able to take care of that tomorrow. The biggest hurdle right now is going to be finding a slip and getting the boat to the slip. It’s a 28.5′ Pearson Triton Sloop, absolutely gorgeous. Problem is she’s only sitting pretty right now, not exactly moving pretty. The engine was pulled and needs to be replaced. Probably with an outboard for now. Most likely the boat will need to be towed into a slip. However, slips are not so easy to come by. Anyone have info on getting into a slip in Monterey Bay?
I’m dead tired, and embarrassed to be writing in such a sad state. Should of tackled this post last night right after I purchased the boat and sat on cloud 9 for a while. The previous owner had me over to his place so I could get a hot shower. We’ve been talking sailing ever since. He had so many great ideas for the boat before his plans changed. It’s been good comparing my future ideas with his past ideas. He’s gone as far as offering to help work on the boat when need be, and I’ll definitely be taking him up on the offer. I’ve never experienced purchasing anything and then becoming friends with the person I’m purchasing a thing from. But this is what’s happening. I really have no flow for writing right now. My coherency has been rearranged by the greener things in life, thanks to a little celebratory puff with the sailboats old owner. The stuff always steals sleep from me!
Right now I’m in maniac mood, covering the internet with post hoping to find a little help tackling the even bigger step of finding my new boat a home. Thanks for the support, pictures should be coming tomorrow!

Looked at the sailboat yesterday.  It’s not for me.  I went down to the marina convinced this was the boat.  Arrived early and took in the location, it seemed perfect.  The marina showers where accessible, very big deal to me.  Nora made friends with a sea otter, it was hands down the coolest wild life experience of my trip.  The dog was out swimming in the harbor and a sea otter pops up 4 feet in front of her, both staring at each other.  Nora swims toward the otter as it dives under her.  She’s curious, sticks her head under water trying to find the otter.  Otter pops up behind her, slaps the water.  Nora flips around and swims right up to it, they bat at each other with paws and flippers.  The sea otter dives under her again, popping up behind her and making more noise, nora flips around it disappears again.  The game continued for a few minutes before the otter went back to eating barnacles from the bottom of a boat.  It was one of the rare moments I didn’t have access to my camera, if i did the animals meeting would have never happened.  The people at the marina were friendly, we talked and i enjoyed them.  It appeared like the right place for me, and I knew the boat would be right for me.  The environment was perfect, this had to be the place.   I saw the boat, it was definitely a project.  A 30′ cheoy lee sloop, a model I’ve liked for a long time.  The owner showed up, he was drunk.  I convinced myself he wasn’t, this was suppose to be my boat.  We climbed aboard, he showed me around.  Everything needed work, nothing was in working order.  The only solid part of the boat was the cabin, which is the one part of the boat I would be tearing apart anyways.  Still I used my mind to make this my boat, it had to be.  I’m tired of driving around, ready to have a steady place.  So what if the owner is drunk, that doesn’t mean he’s selling a bad boat.  I sat there for hours trying hard to convince myself that this was the boat.  The excuses and reasons piled, I left continuing my own mental persuasion.  I should of been the guy selling the boat, not only was I sober, but i did a great job of creating the ideal buyers picture.  Later that day I found a shower, it had been a while as usual.  Amazing how hot water can change your entire outlook on life.  I shut off the water and realized the boat wasn’t for me.  I had fallen in love with an idea advertised on craigslist.  I was ready to finish my adventures in the van and move onto something new.  Thank goodness I gave it a prayer before showing up that day.  I saw another ad on craigslist today.  This time a Pearson Triton 28′ Sloop.  I’ll let you know.

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