Wade grew up in the back woods of Montana, earning his keep as a fly fishing guide and skiing all winter. He has been attending Law School in Missoula for the past few years, and the second he walked up the dock, I could tell it had changed him. Wade the country boy had disappeared and in his place was First Mate Fellin, looking like he popped straight out of a yacht club.
The weather held out the following day and we made a trip up to Baker to partake in some spring corn skiing. Fun was had by all. Heck, we might’ve even enjoyed a few Rahn-yays.
I’ve been bugging my folks for quite a while to come out and see the boat and they finally made the trek this past weekend.
Jesse recently quit his job as well and he has been doing some traveling around of his own. He was kind enough to put me up when I was moving through San Fran and I was excited to try and repay the favor. We fired up the engines as soon as he arrived and charged off across the bay to a snug little anchorage out of the breeze. It was a fierce wind we were working against the whole time, but Wendy the wind vane kept us on course and we arrived in good style with the beer locker a touch emptier than when we had first started. As soon as we pulled up, we saw a bald eagle hunting by a waterfall in the bay. We both agreed that the only thing that would've made the scene more American was if the eagle had been wearing jorts. I suppose evolution will catch up some day.
I’ve been slowly putting the finishing touches on boat projects and it looks like she’s nearly ready to take to the sea. I’m planning to depart next weekend, on my birthday, April 20th, to begin the journey southward. I’ll be slowly bouncing my way down the coast, taking my time and being flexible with weather windows. The plan is still to spend hurricane season in the Sea of Cortez. As of now, it looks like I’ll be in San Francisco in the early / middle part of May. I know a number of folks are hoping to meet up with me there – I’ll try and nail down a definite date once I’ve made some progress down the coast. I’m hoping to do a formal christening ceremony at that point – so if you’re in the area, you won’t want to miss it. There will be champagne, numerous oaths to seafaring gods, and perhaps even a sea shanty or two.