My walk down to the boat.






This is the view of our new slip from the University bridge.

Why do I love the University Bridge so much?

Instruments for collecting data, no doubt. Stored beneath the University Bridge.

Boating culture is misogynist, or maybe it’s the culture at large.


Custom foam.

THE NEW PIMP LAIR!

This our mechanism for launching Jim into the water.


Notice the wet shorts. When we first set this up I looked to my left and I noticed that Jim was doing a perfect swan dive into the water. Read his account:
I have a new T-Bird neighbor at my slip. He was asking how I went about getting a really good hull scrub accomplished at the dock. I jumped at the chance to show my expertise and promptly grabbed the block and tackle that I’d rigged precisely for this endeavor. I was in the process of showing him how to connect the spinnaker halyard to an adjacent dock cleat and yard the boat over to about 25 degrees to better access the keel for scrubbing, when…..the line parted. I was standing over the cleat on the finger pier hauling the line in when boom…the small loop connecting the block to the cleat broke. So there I am, fully loaded line in hand, with nothing holding that fully loaded line to the dock anymore…oops. I’m not a Physics Major, but I did get a quick lesson in: force, torque, load and the righting moment of a 4000lb vessel with a 2000lb keel. If anyone ever asks you, 195 lbs is not enough weight to heel a 4000lb Tbird over at an angle of 25 degrees. It all happened very quickly, and suddenly I found myself with two options: a clumsy feet first entry, or a stylish dive to further exemplify my yachting prowess to my new neighbor. I opted for the dive (of course) and was later told it would have scored at least an 8.5 in an actual competition.
So yes, I have had the chance to sample the water temperature in Portage Bay this season, while simultaneously extolling the virtues of my vast boat maintenance and rigging knowledge, all in the same maneuver…lucky guy, huh?
Alyssa killin’ it at the helm.

I don’t know what these things are called, but they’re essentially miniature 12-meters that one person sits inside of like a kayak and steer the boats with their feet. All these (rich, old) dudes from SYC were out racing in perfect conditions on Monday on Lake Union. Here you can see them ready to go at the Center for Wooden Boats. One of their course boats was the Team New Zealand 2000 tenders, that actually moors by my old dock and one of these days I’ll get a pic up on the blogger.


I was struck by a cyclist while running. She took a blind left into me, biking irresponsibly, and I got six stitches.

Not near as bad as this guy.
