The owner, pictured above and below, is a pretty cool guy. He's in his early forties and lives on his boat fulltime. He use to work as a city planner but as he says 'cant be stuffed' anymore to work, so he sails.
He invited myself and my friend to go out on a Sunday, sleep on his boat, and then return the next day in time for me to slip into the club for work. This was more of a challenge then you wouldve expected. Employees are forbidden to go out on the boats with the members. But I figured what the hell the worst that could happen is I lose my job and then go out on the boat anyway. The chance to sail was somthing I couldnt pass up.
I had bought a bottle of port when I went on a wine tour around here and what better place to drink Port then in the bottom of a boat. It was a big success. The trip was great and I am talking with him about doing it again soon.
A Different Day: A Bike Trip. A cool rusted out Power Station that we found right next to the beach.
Me tagging. Not really.
St. Patty's Day