That's some good stuff. Sailboats are just.. majestic. I've always admired them.
The last time I got to go out on this boat with my father before the alcoholism got real bad, we put out of Valdez - the fight had started before we even got there, since Dad towed at 50 mph out of necessity. My truck has more cubes, more technology, and more weight on the pedal - I tow at 72, if the feel of the wheel keeps it real. We made way and moseyed out to Bligh Reef - yes, that Bligh Reef, where captain Joe Hazelwood fucked a lot of things up. We'd motor to the north side of the reef, shut off, and drift south under a perfect breeze, with no clouds in sight, and rockfish practically jumping into our welcoming arms. After we had all limited out, we fired up and motored around to Bligh Island, where we beached and tied off. I had a wild hair up my ass, so I grabbed the shovel out of the boat and went.. down.
I ran out of oomph not terribly long afterwards, but the hole I had dug was deeper than I was tall. Our primitive, unskilled inspection revealed no oil.
The last time I got to go out on this boat with my father before the alcoholism got real bad, we put out of Valdez - the fight had started before we even got there, since Dad towed at 50 mph out of necessity. My truck has more cubes, more technology, and more weight on the pedal - I tow at 72, if the feel of the wheel keeps it real. We made way and moseyed out to Bligh Reef - yes, that Bligh Reef, where captain Joe Hazelwood fucked a lot of things up. We'd motor to the north side of the reef, shut off, and drift south under a perfect breeze, with no clouds in sight, and rockfish practically jumping into our welcoming arms. After we had all limited out, we fired up and motored around to Bligh Island, where we beached and tied off. I had a wild hair up my ass, so I grabbed the shovel out of the boat and went.. down.
I ran out of oomph not terribly long afterwards, but the hole I had dug was deeper than I was tall. Our primitive, unskilled inspection revealed no oil.