Sunday, February 15, 2009

Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day was spent treating and sealing all the exterior teak on the Cape Dory. It took about six consecutive hours but now our boat is officially the cutest on the block. So…happy Valentine’s Day, Cape Dory! Rather than romance, Patrick was overcome by a primal desire to hunt and slay our next meal, so he unilaterally decided that dinner on this special evening would be contingent on the fish that he would catch. I have never actually fished before. I have never seen a live fish outside of an aquarium and although I enjoy eating fish, I am in no big hurry to have one gutted next to me before it is tossed into my frying pan.

Armed with pliers, trashbag and deep sea fishing rod (which turned out to be overkill) we settled on a cement piling to prepare the bait. We used whole frozen shrimp—the most revolting creature known to man—but before the baited hook was even two feet below the surface, it was licked clean by at least two thousand swarming writhing scaly things. Patrick dropped the hook, reeled it in, re-baited the empty hook, and repeated this process around a dozen times. The whole scene was directly analogous to the free weekly dinners for the homeless back in Denver’s Civic Center Park. Overcome by the sort of ambivalence that is only experienced when one is simultaneously starving and nauseous, I insisted that we call it quits and head back for the Cape Dory.

In other news, we recently acquired a dinghy, which is a univocal necessity for anyone who intends to live at anchor. It is shocking how expensive dinghies can be. Those inflatable ones with an outboard engine? Over a thousand! We only had 200$ to work with, so Patrick decided we could forego the engine and resort to oars. I’m not so convinced, but he is confident that my discomfort with having to row everywhere will be alleviated in direct proportion to the increasing mass of his biceps. 

Tomorrow we will put the dinghy to the test by taking a short excursion to Longboat Key which is around six hours south of St. Petersburg. We hopefully spend the week at anchor, to get a feel for what life will be like once we have left the comfort of the marina. 


  1. "Something within fishermen tries to make fishing into a world perfect and apart - I don't know what it is or where, because sometimes it is in my arms and sometimes in my throat and sometimes nowhere in particular except somewhere deep. Many of us probably would be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect." - Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

    I guess my role as Follower will be to, I don't know, provide serious literary quotes...

    Also wow, I am def experiencing the most impressive deja vu of my life as I type this. No lie. Still going..! Perhaps we are destined to remain friends after all ;)

    Sorry for the smiley. And speaking of apologies, feel free to ignore the blog in my profile. I updated the photo just for this occasion, but that blog is best left in the mad almost-genius of 2k5.

    Anyway good luck with making "stop playing with your dinghy" jokes. Tommy Boy? Anyone?

  2. It sounds as though you two are having an amazing adventure! I received your letter the other day and it warmed my heart for the entire day! Take care of one another. Your friend, Lindsay

  3. You really don't know how much it means to me that you think I handle myself well. It must be because of all those years of being convinced you believed me to be an incurably dull and useless household item... but you can let Lydia know i fully intend to conquer more countries in the near future. I think I've developed an obsession... stay tuned for details.
    Are you going to name your dhingy too? If so i want in. I have ideas, but I'll call you soon.