All Is Lost

Worry not, dear reader! All is not lost aboard our Cal 34, Moonrise. Sadly, I cannot say the same for the Cal 39 featured in Robert Redford’s latest movie, All Is Lost.

Movie Poster from All Is Lost

Movie Poster from All Is Lost

 

The Cal Owner’s newsgroup is abuzz with posts about Redford’s latest movie which features the the comely s/v Virginia Jean, a 1978 Cal 39. In fact, three Cal 39 sailboats were used in the making of the movie which was filmed somewhere on the Mexican Baja. Just last night, Melissa was drooling over a beautiful Cal 39 and it remains a favorite of ours.

What more could a cruiser want in a movie? Sailing, Cal boats and Robert Redford? We will disregard, for the moment, that he loses the boat and must face life adrift in the middle of the Indian Ocean.

Here is a quick synopsis of the film taken from the Cannes Film Festival Notes:

Deep into a solo voyage in the Indian Ocean, an unnamed man (Redford) wakes to find his 39-foot yacht taking on water after a collision with a shipping container left floating on the high seas. With his navigation equipment and radio disabled, the man sails unknowingly into the path of a violent storm. Despite his success in patching the breached hull, his mariner’s intuition, and a strength that belies his age, the man barely survives the tempest.
Using only a sextant and nautical maps to chart his progress, he is forced to rely on ocean currents to carry him into a shipping lane in hopes of hailing a passing vessel. But with the sun unrelenting, sharks circling and his meager supplies dwindling, the ever-resourceful sailor soon finds himself staring his mortality in the face.

In other words, it’s the feel good movie of the year.

The movie opens on October 18th and you can bet that Melissa and I will go. Until then, here is a trailer to whet your appetite:

By the way, Robert Redford is 76 years old. Just a little shout out to the old guys.

Northwest Heat Wave Antidote: 3,2,1 Margaritas

For our readers outside of the Pacific Northwest, when it gets above eighty degrees, folks in western Washington turn into veritable girls’ blouses. With temperatures in the nineties and high humidity, it is the equivalent of snow in Texas. Watercooler conversation at offices around Puget Sound revolve around how we survived the unbearable heat; how many fans we have running, should we buy an air conditioner, do I smell, etc.

It is true that we are having a pretty hot and saucy summer. Fortunately, I have the antidote thanks to Tate of Sundowner Sails Again. Tate and Dani are refitting a Westsail 32 in New Orleans so they know from heat; and humidity.

Tate’s recipe for Margaritas leaped into my reptilian brain this afternoon as I was anticipating another hot, sweaty evening with my feet in the Koi pond. When Melissa came home from a hard day of therapeutic listening, I had drinks, chips and Salsa Fresca ready for her.

Melissa enjoying a 3,2,1 Margarta. Mason Jar optional, but encouraged.

Melissa enjoying a 3,2,1 Margarita. Mason Jar optional, but encouraged.

Tate’s 3-2-1 Margaritas

  • 3 parts Anejo Tequila (we prefer Hornitos)
  • 2 parts Fresh Squeezed Lime
  • 1 part Triple Sec

Mix ingredients in whatever container you have handy, a large jar with a twist on top works best.  Shake around with some ice, and pour on the rocks or plain.

Salt the rim if you wish.

Easy as 1, 2, 3 .

See Dani’s original post here: http://sundownersailsagain.com/tates-3-2-1-margaritas/

If you can’t be handsome, be handy

Without a access to a boat upon which to lavish my mad maintenance skills, I have been  knocking out the repair projects at home with alacrity. In the last two weeks I have replaced two of the original doors that had been molested by our dogs over the years and were looking pretty shabby.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Doors.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Doors.

This triumph comes close on the heels of my tiny bathroom toilet and molding update, wherein I replaced a 1964 25 gallon per flush American Standard pink toilet with an Earth loving 1.6 gallon dual flush unit.

As a recovering Southern Baptist, I believe that idle hands truly are the Devil’s workshop. Without a boat to potter about on, I could easily resort to loitering on some street corner with a pack of Lucky Strikes rolled into my T-Shirt sleeve, hassling passers-by. For this reason I am grateful that we live in a house that seems to be falling down around our ears. There is never a day that we can’t pitch our eyes in any direction and find a construction, gardening, livestock or automobile project upon which we may toil.

 

Melissa herding a wayfaring duck.Why he waddled into our yard, we do not know. We do not need, nor do we want another animal to care for.

Melissa herding a wayfaring duck.Why he waddled into our yard, we do not know. We do not need, nor do we want another animal to care for.

Imagine my joy then, when Melissa opened the door to the microwave oven and the handle came off in her hand. Five years earlier, I had repaired the handle with West Systems epoxy after a similar event. I continue to be impressed by how useful epoxy can be. At the time I was building our rowing pram Puddler and, as the saying goes, when all you have is a hammer, every problem is a nail.

This time, the handle seemed to be beyond repair. Besides, I had fixed it with epoxy once. What’s the fun in fixing stuff the same way over and over again? I briefly considered buying a new handle but was quickly dissuaded from this plan when I saw the price. $78 dollars for a handle to a 15  year old microwave? That, gentle reader, is not how I roll.

After the obligatory visit to Lowes where I stared dumbly at various doodads for an hour, I flashed on a solution. Melissa had salvaged some old teak (or maybe mahogany) from the marina gate about a year ago and we had some pewter cabinet handles kicking around the garage. I could post date the sleek, black microwave with wood and pewter and save a few bucks at the same time

Above, a bit of salvaged mahogany and two drawer pulls we had kicking around.  The old handle is below. the broken piece had been mended with West Systems Epoxy for five years before failing. A replacement handle was $80 dollars!

Above, a bit of salvaged mahogany and two drawer pulls we had kicking around.
The old handle is below. the broken piece had been mended with West Systems Epoxy for five years before failing. A replacement handle was $80 dollars!

So, long story slightly less long, I give you our new, kicky microwave door handles.

Not found in any store

Not found in any store

I sure hope Moonrise sells soon. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this level of handy-manliness.