I travelled from GANNET carrying my purse, a.k,a. messenger bag—and if anyone had made a snide remark I would, of course, have hit them with my purse—and wearing my Scottevest. Essentially I was carrying screens: MacBook Air, iPod mini, iTouch, Kindle Paperwhite. Three of them I wore in the infinite pockets of the Scottevest. This seems like too many screens, but all serve different purposes.
With no checked bags and Global Entry, I was through Immigration and Customs at LAX about as quickly as I could walk across the room. The Global Entry process of inserting my passport into the kiosk, placing my fingers on the reader, answering a few questions on the touch screen, two of which related to Ebola, and taking a printed receipt to hand to the agent at the far door, took a minute. Even if I never used it again, avoiding those long snaking lines was worth $100.
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A few days before I left GANNET I met my landlord, Grant, a Kiwi who lives in Melbourne, Australia, but keeps his boat in a slip in the Opua Marina and had an unoccupied mooring. He and his friend Brian came up from Auckland to take a mini-cruise around local waters, and we got together for drinks and dinner at the Opua Cruising Club. I enjoyed their company and the then novelty of ice in my drink. I am now blasé about ice, which is just as well because the temperature in Evanston is due to fall to 23°F/-5°C Tuesday night.
Grant took the lovely photo at the top at one of my favorite anchorages, Whangamumu. I hope to have that view from GANNET next April.
I thank Grant for permission to share the photos with you, even though they make me miss my second home.
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Except when I am at sea, the world’s roads are unsafe for another four years.
My driver’s license was due to expire next week, so on Friday I rode the train into Chicago to apply for a renewal knowing that I would have to pass a vision test. Rather to my surprise I did and am now legal until 2018. Referring to the Yellowbrick tracking map will enable you to know when it is safe to venture out.