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05/31/2005: "I'm Alive!"

Actually, I never made it out of the mouth of the harbor on poor ole Rozinante. It was so sad. We packed a ton of supplies. The tank was full, the outboard started easily...we got out into the channel just as the other sailboats were crossing the start line. I opened up the throttle and it nearly died on me. I could have hoisted the sails and gone anyway but I didn't want to get stuck out in Stephen's Passage with no outboard. So, we hobbled back into the slip, my GPS unit tracked our progress which was a hilarious looking mass of loops as we circled the mouth of the harbor trying to fix the outboard.

I took it apart when we got back to the slip but there was nothing obviously wrong with it. I hate this piece of crap outboard. My friend Jen, the one who made the outboard remark before, said "maybe you *do* need a new one". Another friend, Mark, who has a much nicer boat on the same float offered to take us out sailing for the afternoon. We were out for 6 or 7 hours in excellent wind with ample snackage, so it turned out OK.

I wasn't going to write about not going on the trip as my friend Wayne took my Sunday shift so I could go on the trip (even though I didn't..guilt guilt!). But I have to tell him the truth sometime. I just felt tired and lazy the next day and proceeded to watch an unhealthy amount of Alias. Suddenly have urge to take kickboxing and dismantle my alarm clock by clipping all the little red and green wires.