Hope For the Future

 

i left the USA five years ago with a dark cloud of doubt about what the future of our country would bring. My experiences with younger people and the ever negative media left me with little hope, i felt that when my generation turned over the keys to the young, things would not go well.

Five years of living in close quarters and sharing life with a selection of young people from around the world has brightened my outlook. A few notable 20 something’s really started me on the path to hope. People like Madi Pip Stewart, aka Shark Girl and others were accomplishing so much.

It is with the flicker of hope and yet some real in trepidation that i hopped on “The Bus” to cross the country with a group of young intrepid travelers. We would sing, dance and rap our way to the Atlantic Ocean and one of the largest music festivals in the nation. I knew i would be around some drugs, professions of the problems of our time and probably the typical American disrespect for age. As one of the only “clean and sober” riders i pondered how much of a pain the drug takers might be. My sobriety is long lived and solid so i had not concerns for my safety, only the possible annoyance.

From the first day, all i saw was love, joy and a profound respect both for my age and sobriety. The young “Pranksters” took to me instantly and with warmth and sincerity. Sure there was some pot, but never on the bus and never the slightest problem for me, always after we got our work done and in camp.

Then we got to the Gathering of the Vibes festival. I remember rock festivals from the 60’s and their demise in the 70’s. the “scene” turned dark, heavy drugs, selfishness and violence replaces the peace and love of the 60’s. With this as a reference i was apprehensive for sure so when i found myself in the middle of a family loving, sharing, joyous, music loving crowd my fears vanished.

I have talked about the demise of the entrepreneurial spirit in the young, the lack of interest in being self employed, trying new business adventures and risking security. i felt the spirit was dead. Low and behold i found it in the most unpredicted place, the music festival. The kids i met followed festivals all summer selling their wares, t shirts, handmade art, body painting and an array of self produced products. Right down to the food venders the resulting high energy, dedication and hard hard work was evident all around. Some found a need in a small knitch market; solar cell phone charging, ear plugs or hammocks. Some were involved in the design, overseas production and marketing of their product (reminded me of me) All were full on, sell sell sell, and loving it. the American dream is alive and well, just wearing tie-dye instead of three piece suits.

hanging out in the “kids tent” making balloon wings for fieries.

I spent my days and nights hanging out at the bus, in the camp, doing balloon tricks for kids, and at Wharf Rat meetings, hardly the hedonistic activities of the past. i bounced from one nonprofit booth to another delving into real discussions of the troubles of our times. i found young, well informed, concerned and activist kids who listened intensely and were open to real discussion.

teenagers rockin “the School of Rock”

A pivotal moment came when i heard the “School of Rock” show, all high school rock bands doing some wonderful old tunes. With over 20 kids rotating on the stage to do expertly orchestrated renditions of Stone, Eagles and Hale and Oats songs ending with a group rock of “Love Shack” that left me quivering with joy. The kids shared the spot light, no super stars, did intricate solos and harmonized with multiple vocalists all while confidently having a blast.

l leave this festival with a revived hope for the future. This generation was not here to copy the 60′ they were here to learn from the past and grow, to carve their own world, a world i am sure will be a great one. So now i rest easily; we of the 60’s can happily hand over the keys.

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[KensBlog 2014-Entry-7] Welcome to Party Island

Welcome to Ken’s Blog!

Greetings all!

I mentioned in my last blog entry that I was going to try to do more frequent and shorter blog entries.

As I am typing this, Sans Souci has just departed the island of Ponza, about 100 miles off the mainland of Italy. We are now on a LONG 160nm run to the island of Sardinia. To check our current position, use this link:

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Journey Map

This map shows Sans Souci’s route over the last few days, plus the long passage we are making today. Don’t forget that you can click on the pictures to see them larger!

Vietri Sul Mare

     

These are some pictures I meant to put into my last blog of a small town (Vietri-Sul-Mare) that seems to have dedicated itself to selling ceramics. Most of the buildings in the town had painted tile decorating the outside. Overall, it felt a little too touristy to us and we didn’t buy anything. But, it was fun to see some of the creativity.

Running past Positano and Capri

We had planned to stop at Positano, a waterfront town where Roberta and I stayed in a hotel over twenty years ago. However, the anchorage in front of town is completely exposed, and there was a strong swell running. We had to settle for nothing more than a picture, taken from over a mile offshore. In the picture you can see lots of megayachts anchored in front of Positano. If a boat is large enough you can anchor in places that smaller boats can’t get away with.

I notice that the large boats are able to keep their nose pointed into the swell, which mitigates the side-to-side rolling. I’m not sure how they do that. Do they leave their engines running? Do they use a stern anchor? I have no idea….

The town of Positano. We wanted to stop there but there was too much swell. We’d have been miserable at anchor.

We also bypassed the island of Capri. Once again, we wanted to stop, but Capri really has no good place to anchor the boat, and the high-season moorage costs in the marina are outrageous. Can you believe 1,810 euros (around $2,500 USD) per night for a boat our size (7 meter beam.)

The island of Capri. The seas were too rough to anchor and the moorage prices too high to enter a marina. Roberta and I were there 20 years ago, so it wasn’t a big priority to go there.

Ischia

Our goal was to arrive at Sardinia and we had mapped out a series of islands that would permit us to “island hop” our way to Sardinia. We had hoped to stop at Capri but the weather had other ideas, so we continued on, another 45nm (about a seven-hour run) to the island of Ischia.

Approaching the island of Ischia, about 50 miles off the coast of Naples, Italy.

We anchored on the south end of Ischia. Because the swell was coming from the west, we anchored on the east side of a small pennisula (Sant’Angelo). The town looked cute, but neither us nor Steven and Carol put the tenders down. We were as protected from the swell as we could be, but we were still rolling. The problem with these small islands is that there aren’t many bays and you are completely open to hundreds of miles of surrounding water. We have near-perfect conditions, no wind, settled conditions, and we’re still rocking.

Sans Souci is equipped with something called “flopper stoppers.” They are large butterfly-shaped plates that hang from giant “fishing” poles that extend from the sides of the boat. The idea is that by dangling these giant plates (called “fish”) in the water, the side to side rolling motion of the boat can be reduced. Putting them out isn’t difficult, but does take enough effort that during the last couple of years, in Turkey, Greece, Croatia and Montenegro, we never used them.

Roberta pointed out that we are accustomed to thinking about wind, and have never really had to focus on swell. This is a bit of a wake-up call for us. Out in open ocean you have giant swell, and even twenty or thirty foot waves are a non-issue, as long as they are far enough apart and not breaking. You just gently ride up one side and down the other. But here, we are seeing short-period (close together) three to six foot chop. It makes it uncomfortable to run, and impossible to sleep.

The reasons neither boat put the tenders down was that we weren’t sure we would be staying. On Sans Souci we hoped that the flopper stoppers would reduce the swell enough that we could sleep. And, as bad as it was, thanks to Sans Souci’s size and weight, and the flopper stoppers, we had it better than anyone else in the anchorage.

The doggies keep looking at us like, “Can’t you make the constant motion go away?”

Swell on Ischia

Roberta made the comment that we enjoyed life much more last summer when we were in Croatia, in a large bay pinned down by three days of sustained 25-45 knot winds. It’s a reminder that boating isn’t just about the wind: it’s about the fetch. High winds in an anchorage don’t hurt (generally) if there is no fetch (the distance wind travels over water.)

I shot this video which shows conditions the morning after we anchored at Ischia. They were by far the calmest we saw, and well within the acceptable range.

That said, we had anchored off a popular beach. By noon we would have speed boats zigzagging around us in every direction throwing out wakes. The prior evening we had been circled constantly by people kite surfing.

You should see a video above. That said, if you received this blog entry via email you may need to click this link to see the video:

http://player.vimeo.com/video/102115657

We anchored for the night. Sleeping conditions on Sans Souci were uncomfortable, but not that bad. However, when I spoke with Seabird the next morning, they had a much worse evening, and had been unable to sleep. We didn’t know if it would be any more comfortable on our next island, Ponza, but we knew we couldn’t stay where we were.

 
   

Various scenes from our anchorage on Ischia. It looked like a great town, but we never visited it. We stopped for the night, decided we were rolling too much and went on to Ponza, another 50 miles on the way towards Sardinia.

Ponza – The party island

After our “failed” night on Ischia, we decided to run another 50 miles to the island of Ponza.

Ponza is a bizarre little island. It is perhaps 500 feet wide by four miles long, and runs roughly north to south. There are lots of bays where you can anchor, but none offer much protection from any weather coming from the south or north.

Based on its location (100 miles offshore) and shape I’d expect it to be an empty rock no one goes to — but, that would be the completely wrong idea.

Another Nordhavn owner who visited Ponza a year ago, Jennifer Ullman (Starlet, N46) warned me that this was a party island. She said that when she and Mark anchored they felt they might need fenders to hold off other boats. Jennifer was right! When we were a couple miles offshore I radioed to Seabird, “Steven. Get your binoculars! Look at the island. You won’t believe it!” I had never seen anything like it! A solid wall of anchored boats, several rows thick stretching for miles, the entire length of the island.

To drop our anchors we had to cut through a highway of tenders going back and forth from the anchored boats to town. And…it was a young crowd. Lots of bikinis, swimming and festive atmosphere!

We dropped anchor in 30 feet of crystal clear water, dropped the flopper stoppers, dropped the tender — and jumped in the water!

This radar image shows about two miles of the coast line and tells the story.

This picture shows only about two of the four miles of coast on the east side of Ponza. How did all of these boats get here? It was a completely bizarre sight!

   

These pictures were shot early in the morning, or late in the evening, after all the boats had cleared out.

 

On our first night Roberta and I decided to tender into town with the puppies. Unfortunately, our timing was bad. We wanted to get into town early, around 6pm, try to grab an early dinner, and be back onto the boat before dark.

We were riding on extremely lumpy water, surrounded by dozens of boats all going the same place at the same time. This was the “end of day” rush back to port. I had assumed all the boats would be staying the night, but instead 99% of them pulled anchor and headed to port. We got caught in the parade, which was stirring up the water badly. At the port they were doing something I’ve seen only once before. Instead of people returning to assigned slips, the marina was assigning slips in real-time, from the end of the dock. It was exactly like the big parking lot at Disneyland, with a long line of boats, and with attendants directing boats to the next available parking place.

After a bumpy tender ride, followed by the difficulty finding a place to tie up the tender, and then having to rush through dinner, we decided that visiting the town just wasn’t worth it. On our second night on Ponza we dined on Sans Souci.

Here’s a short video showing the fun we had yesterday just cruising around exploring. Nothing can be less interesting than watching someone else’s home movies, but because I tend to always focus on the annoying bits of cruising I thought people might like to see that we also have fun from time to time.

The video starts with Toundra and Keeley getting swim lessons from the back of the boat, and then is followed by a fast tender ride at dusk. The best bit of the tender ride is Roberta shouting, “No! No! No!” when the camera starts to come her direction. When she is feeling grubby she doesn’t like getting her picture took. I’m always grubby, so it never matters. And, lastly there is a brief bit of fun going through a rock arch, and you can hear me calling out the depths. The water is so clear that 30 feet of depth, and 3 feet all look the same.

Fun on Ponza

Video showing us teaching the puppies to swim, and more!

http://player.vimeo.com/video/102115657

We couldn’t resist trying to pass through this arch. We found several other arches like this, some larger, some smaller. This is the only one we went through.

One of the cuter things about Ponza is that there are homes actually built into the cliffs. Here you see some of the many windows you see carved into the cliffs.

And in closing…

And, that’s it for this issue of KensBlog… My next report will be from the island of SARDINIA!

Thank you for following along on our big voyage!

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I lost that round

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Welcome to day 204 of  365 photos…Rain, rain, go away! Yesterday we had over 3″ of rain and today around another 3/4″!! After dinner we took a short ride to Emerald Isle. We headed down the Coast Guard RD because the granddaughter didn’t believe that we could show her a deer. We not only showed… Continue Reading

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Pretty in Primer

Today’s mission was to finish getting the first whole coat of epoxy primer on the hull.Took me just about 3-1/2 hrs to roll on the bottom panels & keel plus one more coat on the port side.Here’s an odd view! I couldn’t get the bow in because of the…

Two months at Turner July 14, 2014

Truth in blogging message:  This was written way back when and oops never posted.  How could that happen?  No internet?  Photos wouldn’t download?  Who knows….Here ’tis, and on the the MS adventure!

Greetings on a sunny (at last) summer day!  Fred and  I have tossed the lines after a 2 month stay at Turner Marine on the Dog River in Mobile, Alabama.
Sunset at Turner Marine

First, a good word for the Marina!  Fred returned to the boat pretty frazzled after a 3 flight, broken airplane, 2 hour delay, rental car at 9 pm and only Airplane—-no, make that Airport food (no food on planes anymore, is there?) sort of day.  Next morning, as he finished soaking the kinks away in a hot shower, a yard worker came to check on the boat. The worker, unaware  that Fred had returned, noticed water coming out the side and came to check on the bilge pumps!  Happily, the water was coming from the shower and all was well.  That is the sort of attention you want your boat to have when you are away!  Sing HO for Turner’s!

While away from the boat, we did all the things we’e planned—Bronson (fun Submarine reunion), Baltimore (GHTA meeting–the annual get together of the folks who own, used to own, or wish they owned boats built by Mirage Manufacturing—Great Harbor Trawlers, like ours), USPS on the water training, and a whole bunch of family events! 
The GHTA turnout was good—about 40 friendly folks.   In the afternoon, Fred and I did our ‘Up the Upper’ dog and pony show, and Joe followed it by taking us all ‘Down the Lower’—-Mississippi River, that is.  Technology allowed Andy Allen to attend while remaining in Florida, so we are all updated on the GHTA Webpage.  Check it out—-ghtacruising.com More than you’d ever want to know about Great Harbour boats.
We added a day in Baltimore to spend time with the French Family.  Chris, (daughter) Jen, Casey and Rebecca drove in from their home in Burke, VA for the day.  Went to the Aquarium, and then did a Submarine tour with Fred providing the ‘inside scoop’. What a good time was had by all! 
With the French family on the submarine TORSK in Baltimore

On the way to New York, we paused once more in Baltimore for breakfast with my good friend and  ‘exercise buddy’ in Newburgh, many, many moons ago.  Lynn and her husband Jeff introduced us to one of the (self proclaimed) Best Breakfast Restaurants in the USA!
Our first stop in Newburgh was actually in Chester, NY where daughter Ada was putting the finishing touches on Salon Lucere, the fulfillment of her entrepreneurial dream!  She was the general contractor for the entire project (remodeling a 2 story brick building inside and out) and has a book full of stories of the trials and tribulations that go along with such a venture!  

Salon Lucere (before officially open, but doing lots of business) was voted into the Top 5 in the Hudson Valley  when the Times-Herald Record asked readers to choose their favorites!  Talk about loyal clientele!  And Ada and her crew (including granddaughter Devyn) are stellar!  They deserve all the good that is out there! 
Joe and Punk came up the Hudson, (en route to St. Louis, the long way!) and docked CAROLYN ANN at the Newburgh Waterfront.  Had lunch at our old stand-by, the River Grill, where Fred and I had our first date, and our wedding.
While in New York, we spent two Saturdays with the Westchester Power Squadron participating in Practical On the Water Training classes.  20 students went out on the Hudson River and Long Island Sound and honed their skills; learning from Fred and the other instructors.  On the water is THE way to learn boat handling, and post event email from students attested to the value they received.  Great job, John Steger and others for putting it all together!
Fred couldn’t stand having the boat in a Gulf Coastal County during the hurricane season (although our new insurance policy says they would pay—after doubling the deductible for Named Storm Damage) so he left on a jet plane while I remained to celebrate High School Graduations and spring concerts at a variety of schools! 
Having 11 grandchildren can present logistical challenges, but band, orchestra, and dance recitals on both sides of the Hudson were fun for me to attend!   I even got to sit in  with proud mom, daughter Molly, at graduation ceremonies for JT in Newburgh and the next day, with son Alan, Holly and daughter Linda Lee (the proud Aunt)  for Paul in Arlington!    On Sunday the parties were great, celebrating both boys’ accomplishment, as well as Laurel’s confirmation (which, sadly, we missed).  
Happy Graduation, JT
Laurel is confirmed, Paul graduated, and Hazel is smiling!

I flew to Mobile on Tuesday, we did all the important pre-trip stuff, and finally we are boaters again!  Headed north out of Mobile, and up the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway to, well, maybe eventually  to Minneapolis!  
This morning, a bass boat with shad fishermen Shawn and Johnathon came into the basin at Old Lock #1 where we were anchored.  Bless their hearts, they happily posed for us so we could have a comparison photo of the Old Lock!  When we came through in 2009, (trip #1 as we did the Great Loop), the water was 16 feet higher!  Our four  Looper boats tied up to that wall—-waaaay up there—-and celebrated our return to sea level.  This year we anchored in 7.2 feet of water.   Who knew that there would be such fluctuations in the River Levels.
We’ve learned a lot, and had a whole lot of fun—-which continues, as we prepare to meet up with SEA DREAM and CAROLYN ANN and, if the river cooperates, do some Mississippi River Cruising before the summer flits away. 
How lucky can you get???
See you next time….be well, and do remember to breathe!

Day 203…Granddaughter Visit

Welcome to day 203 of  365 photos…our granddaughter came to visit us from Maine today. We woke up to a thunderstorm and then it rained – and rained – and rained some more. We had over 3″ of rain!! Needless to say, I was one nervous Grandma. She is seventeen but this was her first… Continue Reading

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FPB Construction Progress Update: August1, 2014

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