At their request, we took our Sea Scout ship camping at Lake Piru last weekend. In order to work themselves into a pre-kayaking sweat, the boatswain suggested a hike. Here we are near the end of our 4.7 mile trek through the September heat.
Needless to say, the Scouts were ready for lunch and some on-the-water time when they got back. A fantastic two days in the hills, and more proof that the BSA is just an unbelievable organization.
Reflecting on the Exodus over a lunch in the wilderness: Smugglers Harbor on Santa Cruz Island.
After a long day on the boat: IPA and iced tea.
Seriously, though, nothing relaxes and refreshes more than a day on the boat.
Marking the rode on the anchor. Because you never know.
Aaron breaking his Yom Kippur fast: chicken tenders, onion rings, prime rib, fingerling potatoes, and sourdough rolls.
Here in China, there is a lot of smug satisfaction around the US Navy’s repeated success at killing its own sailors and disabling its own ships.
American naval navigation and ship handling are our Navy’s most potent enemy.
Thinking about taking the boat out.
Realizing I have to get gas first.
Thinking about the cost of 260 gallons of high-octane.
Thinking some more.