Friday, June 20, 2014
Honolulu: progress; one back pack at a time; the real FRANKENSTEIN
Sam, the rigger, a very nice young man, came to GANNET this morning, went up the mast to take measurements, and will return a week from today to install the running backstays.
Assuming that Marc, the sailmaker and also a nice young man, has finished his work by then, I will be very pleased.
I have begun reprovisioning for the passage to Apia, one back pack at a time.
This morning I essentially took care of breakfast: three cartons of Quaker Oatmeal and a box of trail mix. I already have one unopened carton of oatmeal on board and plenty of powered milk. I will need a bit more trail mix and instant coffee. But that is it for breakfast. And, as you know, I have enough dinners aboard to sail to the moon.
By the way, I have a new hobby: picking bits of white chocolate from trail mix I bought in San Diego. I do not want candy for breakfast and am well aware of the lamentable tendency to put it in trail mix. I try to be careful, but missed the white chocolate. So I pour some into my left hand, pick out and throw away the chocolate, add the winnowed trail mix to oatmeal. Repeat.
I don’t know how it is possible that I had never read Mary Shelley’s novel until the passage from Hilo, but I hadn’t. Perhaps the story was too familiar through the movies, but the novel is completely different, unexpected and superior.
If you have been as negligent as I, I think you will enjoy the real FRANKENSTEIN.
The top photo is the sheer north side of Molokai.
Here is GANNET in her present location at Waikiki Yacht Club.
And here the view from the companionway at night.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go over to Dior for a fitting.