Mutiny on the high seas

I put the kitchen knife in my pocket and jumped back on deck. The captain of the vessel had cornered himself in the cockpit, desperatly klinging onto the tiller with his left hand, and gripping the navagation divider as a weapon with his right! It was two thirty in the morning.

This was when I thought back three days earlier and realized that there was probably a good reason that the previous 4 crew members of the westsail 32 had abandoned ship on the morn of our departure from San Diego to the tip of the Baja peninsula.

But that was irellivant now. What mattered was getting to the next port alive. Maybe it was sleep deprivation, or just the fact that the Captain Rick Myerhoff was a complete idiot, but we were about to run aground a reef 60 miles north of our landfall. The captain was convinced that Cedros, an offshore Island was Bahia Tortola. He was so convinced that he had refused to look at the charts, compass, or GPS for over two hours and was running us on a 30degree NE coarse straight towards a major reef when we should have been heading SW. This was the closest moment in my life I have ever considered hitting a man in the head with a giant oar. With my life jacket on and ready to swim, I thru my negotiating skills out there one last time. A few minutes later he plotted our course, yelling, " holy shit, we're right over a shallow reef!" He gave me a heading of 210 degrees and disapeered below until we made our landfall 13 hours later.

I jumped ship right after we anchored and found another boat that needed crew. Since then the sailing has been great and I will fill you in on all the details when it doesnt cost so much. I am in Cabo San Lucas and fly ou of San Jose del Cabo tommorrow, I think.

Not your sheep

So tonight concluded the debates for the masses. It too bad, because I think Mass Debating is so healthy and important. I can only hope that one day I will be in front of millions of people...Mass Debating...

Anyways, I hope everyone is registered to vote...for Bush. Because if there is one thing that I love more than Mass Debating its... Bush.

But let me get serious on you for a minute, Please, Please get out and vote. I don't care who you vote for...But if you are smart like me, you'll follow the rest of the fuckin' sheep and vote for THE BRAVE, THE FEARLESS, THE SON OF GOD HIMSELF, bush.

Iowa decline

I looked at the clock as we left the first bar. 9:45 wasn't too bad I thought until I stepped outside and the sun began to blind me. We had been up till 2:30 that morning so when I picked up my aching head at 7, started peddling at 7:45 and started drinking again by 8:30am I was still a little out of it. y marys were passed around and this naturally sent me to the bathroom to purge my system from the night before. Feeling much better i stumbled back to the group where another round was ready along with some bud lite.

There is a strict "coozy" rule that the men I was with abide by; leave it on an empty can and walk away and thats a round for the group. Be that its still early for me, I am the culprit and step to the bar. "Twenty two budweisers I say" but all I here is a laugh.

"Go next store and buy a case because we dont have that many left," is the reply of the other bartender.

Mind you its only 8:45 in the morning and the bar is already out of Budweiser. Naturally the liquor store is able to oblige me and the drinking carries on at the bar for another hour.

Once my eyes adjusted to the morning light outside the bar, We proceeded to hop on to the next town of the day via road bycicle. One would truly be amazed at how the breeze on your face and the simple act of peddling can transform 22 drunk and dirty old men into 1 fine tuned machine.

This day would continue on with 4 more towns like the first and 70 miles on the bycicle. Sinnce it was my first time touching a road bike in over three years the consequences will be severe.

But for these men that I was riding with (my father included) this was just the third day of a seven day trip. I have since gone back to my previous position of driving the RV. It is only 42feet. Of coarse when you add on the 20 foot trailer it tows it is longer than a semi truck. It took me an hour to get into a parking spot the other day and the driver was actualy impressed that I was able to perform in about 30 turns back and forth. After setting up camp I am usually not able to start drinking myself away untill about one or two in the afternoon.

There are few things I know but one is this, my generation and my fathers generation have two very different ideas when it comes to taking a vacation.

I bought a book from a homless man this morning at breakfast, dan