livin the high life on the riviera!!

Well we made it to the Richmond Riviera. No doubt about it, the RYC is the coolest yacht club in the universe. Trip down was "tedious". Engine was running for all but 5 hours. All systems worked flawlessly, so there really isn't too much that needs doing other than drinking rum....darn! The first picture is of the stalwart delivery crew, Greg, Pookie(Larry), Pukey(Tim), Tiz, and honorary crew and unanimous most valuable player, Donald Crowhirst(autopilot). Other than docking, we used the autopilot 100% of the trip!! With the remote, you could just sit in the hatch, and steer from there just fine. Besides the obvious "lazy slug" factor, not having to hand steer is a huge reduction in fatigue, and therefore a safety feature...right! The other picture is loco in full drying mode. After a week at see, down below gets a bit ripe, but all back to normal now. The Delta Dtich Run is thiws Saturday, and we're all looking forward to going up river! More to come...later...tiz

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[Timbo]

Congratulations crew !!
And Ted.
Donald looks very relieved to be in port after having his buttons pushed by you all. Suprised he didn't jump off the back.....
Good sailing up the ditch.
Cheers
Timbo

[Ryan]

I want to know when/how Tim became "Pukey"? Yikes! However, it does have a certain ring to it.

[Tim (aka Pukey)]

Pukey? Ok, well in the interest of accuracy I feel I need to fill in a few blanks so that everyone gets a fair and balanced version of events. Loco had just rounded Cape Flattery heading south down the Washington coast. The sea state got rough and predictably the mood shifted. Next thing we know Capt. Tizzy is barking out orders about everyone must attend something he calls “Foulie Yoga” on the foredeck every morning at 6 bells sharp. We knew he going mad but decided to comply in the interest of maintaining harmony. So I’m up there as ordered with the rest of the crew begging for mercy, but he won’t relent, some bull about ‘stretching is good for ya.’ I’m giving it my all as a beginner, but with all that gear on foulies, PFD, boots and the subtleties of some of the poses he’s throwing at us it was tough. The sea was still rough and I’m there doing my best downward dog when the gurgling hit me - I fed the fishes right now. Yes I puked … repeatedly, but then I found inner peace. So as it turns out there was a method even a certain wisdom to the madness. When I asked which master’s school he’d studied under Tiz said he had great respect for Iyengar – but he was a student of masters Yanmar and Lewmar.