washed up yacht club

There’s an unofficial yacht club here in the Bay Area called the Washed Up Yacht Club. We’re all just a bunch of boaters living in the bay who enjoy a raft up every now and then. It doesn’t get much better than Clipper Cove at Treasure Island! I hadn’t taken Coconut out in a couple of months so she was overdue for a ride out on the water.

My friend Leann came with me, and I’m so glad she did. I’m still trying to get used to having an inboard engine, so I feel like I’m close to being able to mess with the lines and fenders while trying to coast up to a neighboring boat to tie our lines together… but not quite yet. Maybe next time. This months’ raft up was a smaller turn out than I’d seen in previous events, which I preferred. It was still great meeting new people, as well as seeing old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Everyone is always working on boat projects and it’s fun to hear what they’re working on as well as people giving you tips on how to fix problems you’re having yourself.

Do you ever picture something in your mind, like how cute your dogs would look in an inflatable rubber ducky inter tube and get the idea that you want to tow it behind you in a kayak and take a spin and show off how cute you all look and instead end up tipping over while trying to put said dog in said rubber ducky inter tube and end up eating sh*@ (or water in my case) while everyone looks and wonders what all the commotion is? Yes, it happened. Not quite how I imagined it, but whatever. I can now say I have taken a dip in the bay, although completely unintentional! I didn’t get injured, Bear forgave me for getting him wet, and I changed into some dry clothes after Leann was finished laughing her ass off at me. As you can see, all went back to normal fairly quickly.

Here’s some pictures from the raft up. Enjoy 🙂






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summer sailstice

I’m high as a kite right now! I took the boat out this weekend for a super fun raft up and not only did I not hit the dock or any other boats on my way out, coming back into the dock I parked Coconut like a glove! The first few times I had tried to park her my friend had to take over. I was taught a trick of toggling in between forward, neutral, and reverse, depending on what the situation is to be in control of the vessel. This boat never goes in reverse straight, as many heavy full keel boats don’t, so you have to account for that as well. Docking a boat can be a total shit show sometimes. Even the most experienced sailors have white knuckle moments.

At the Summer Sailstice raft-up, I got to show a lot of people my new boat. I will never get tired of showing a bunch of salty men my boat for them to drool over! Swoon. It’s always fun seeing friends I haven’t seen in ages, as I only make it to two raft ups a year it seems.

I was worried about the dogs going to the bathroom on other people’s boats, because they had done that last time we’d gone to a raft-up. One guy in particular was pretty pissed (pun intended). I stayed with the doggies on the boat, Zita eventually did her business up at the bow and Bear the following morning did his business up there as well. Wahoo! So the dogs know where to do their business up on the deck when anchored out, I fixed my battery situation, I can somewhat dock the boat single handed (that will take a little more practice) but everything I have been wanting is falling into place, like a glove 😉






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a weekend in pictures

Too much stuff happened this weekend, I’d rather not bore you with the details and instead I will show you in pictures! Ok, and some detail too.

First things first: Since I’ve been trying to train Zita, I no longer let them onto the boat before I get aboard. Thankfully, I found another advantage to doing this! Check out this lovely beast that was hiding in the cockpit upon my return from running errands!


I called animal control of course, sadly the thing was badly injured and was hobbling around on three legs. They had been chasing him for two months and finally caught him this time 🙁

This happened as I came back from a run to the store for some parts. Get this: I not only removed, but I also fixed and reinstalled the manual bilge pump all by myself! Woot woot! I took it apart fairly easily, wasn’t sure what was wrong with it other than it wasn’t working. Taking it into my favorite store (I also used to work there part time) they helped me find a bolt to replace the one that broke off and showed me what it’s supposed to look like. I cleaned it off, reinstalled it, ran fresh water and bilge cleaner through it, and voila! It works again. The bilge is where all the water collects (rain water or sea water while sailing) and the pump is what allows you to remove the water from the boat.




The last picture shows the new bolt. Wahoo! That was exciting! I really wanted to get that done before hand because I was planning on taking the boat out for a raft up over at Treasure Island. Since I have somewhat diagnosed the water leak issue, I felt comfortable taking the boat out with the bilge pump working.

I inherited a fridge from my neighbor and wanted to find an easy place to put it. It would fit under the table if I just moved the leg over a few inches. So, I did!



My friend Peter came over to help me sail over to the raft up and I have to admit: it was a beautiful sail and it was also a little wild. The sun was about to set and thats one of my favorite times to sail. The wind was coming from the south west instead of its usual west so we had to try a few things to get out of the marina and get on the right tack. After the sun went down, I forgot about the crossing the area where the huge container ships along with the respective giant mooring balls (sans lights) live. I have terrible night vision, so thankfully Peter was on the lookout and alerted me whenever he saw anything. We came up to the raft up just fine, 11 boats in all, and we came in under full sail! I had just enough time to say “hi!” to people I knew. I took the kiddos to shore for a potty break, and in doing so I decided to check out the beautiful new Bay Bridge, all $6.4 billion of it. It’s beautiful at night and just a quick row over from where we anchored.


When I rowed back there was a movie playing on a raised sail. Say whaaaa?!


I got to meet quite a few cool people and it was all thanks to my kiddos. I guess its normal for me to row around with the dogs, but when people at the raft up saw us they loved it and asked all kinds of questions. Like “can I take your guys’ picture?!” I know, it’s blurry.


The next morning I finally got to see the raft up in daylight. And this trampoline on the water that everyone was talking about. And the dragon boat races whose chants I could clearly hear. I don’t know what it is, I really love waking up at anchor in such a beautiful place!



A new friend, Eric, was going to be heading out to the other side of Treasure Island to watch the Americas Cup race with Alex. I invited myself along, because that’s just how I roll. So glad I got to go, look how beautiful it was, how close we were, and we actually saw a race that the US won! I guess the Kiwis almost tipped over!!! We could see that something went wrong, and it was soo exhilarating being on the water witnessing this unfold right before us. It. Was. Amazing!





We returned to the raft up on a high, I knew not much could top that so I took a nap. Eventually people started breaking away to head home and it was interesting to see how to let one boat out of the raft up without completely losing the other boats. We did about four in a row, and got better at it as time went on. The sail back to Berkeley was pretty rough wind wise, so we sailed back on the main sail only. It was more comfortable that way. Speaking of Berkeley, I also had a sighting of Fortune, a boat whose owner I was friends with at one point. He had to go back to New Zealand, so here his boat lies.


We were able to sail out of the raft up as well as sail back into the slip without using the motor! My kind of sailing right there!!! Aaand last but not least there was a BBQ for my neighbor Ted who is leaving to a different marina. Sad face!! I’ll get over it, but here’s a picture of his 15 year old Ti-bug. I had just enough time to wash the boat and dinghy off, vacuum up the sand, and put everything back in its place. I am going to have a hard time keeping the guys here in place without Ted and Ti. Bon voyage!