

Posted 02 July 2012 - 10:06 PM


“... at night ... guarded by eighty sentinels ... Ernesto IV trembles in his room. All the doors fastened with ten bolts, and the adjoining rooms, above as well as below him, packed with soldiers... If a plank creaks in the floor, he snatches up his pistols and imagines there is a Liberal hiding under his bed. At once all the bells in the castle are set ringing ... the Minister of Police takes good care not to deny the existence of any conspiracy; on the contrary, alone with the Prince, and armed to the teeth, he inspects every corner of the rooms, looks under the beds, and, in a word, gives himself up to a whole heap of ridiculous actions worthy of an old woman." --Stendahl, The Charterhouse of Parma (1839)
Posted 02 July 2012 - 10:18 PM
Posted 02 July 2012 - 10:22 PM
Posted 02 July 2012 - 10:42 PM
What would Scooby do?
Posted 03 July 2012 - 06:21 AM
I see a sailboat.Wonderful day on the bay with son. Winds 14 knots gusting to over 20 knots as it got later in the afternoon. Once out into Conception Bay from the marina in Holyrood was able to sail on a single tack for mile after mile without touching the autonav on the tiller or the sails much. Had lunch in Brigus Newfoundland. Same on the reverse voyage--one long tack on a close reach. As winds increased towards late afternoon, did have to reduce the jib a bit to remain within my comfort zone--most others on the bay were just heeled over to the max letting it rip. Got up over 7 knots at some points in my 28' boat--though mostly 4-5.5.knots. Pics are through cell and not all that great, but you get some idea of the country here.
Posted 03 July 2012 - 06:31 AM
I see a sailboat.
“... at night ... guarded by eighty sentinels ... Ernesto IV trembles in his room. All the doors fastened with ten bolts, and the adjoining rooms, above as well as below him, packed with soldiers... If a plank creaks in the floor, he snatches up his pistols and imagines there is a Liberal hiding under his bed. At once all the bells in the castle are set ringing ... the Minister of Police takes good care not to deny the existence of any conspiracy; on the contrary, alone with the Prince, and armed to the teeth, he inspects every corner of the rooms, looks under the beds, and, in a word, gives himself up to a whole heap of ridiculous actions worthy of an old woman." --Stendahl, The Charterhouse of Parma (1839)
Posted 03 July 2012 - 08:32 AM
Posted 03 July 2012 - 08:41 AM
Never having seen Newf without a fencing mask on, it's hard to say....maybe the water is better?You need to have someone take some pics of you at the helm of your boat (instead of pictures of water).
Posted 03 July 2012 - 08:47 AM
Never having seen Newf without a fencing mask on, it's hard to say....maybe the water is better?
Posted 03 July 2012 - 08:59 AM
Posted 03 July 2012 - 09:08 AM
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Posted 03 July 2012 - 10:41 AM
Wooden ships, on the water, very free...
“... at night ... guarded by eighty sentinels ... Ernesto IV trembles in his room. All the doors fastened with ten bolts, and the adjoining rooms, above as well as below him, packed with soldiers... If a plank creaks in the floor, he snatches up his pistols and imagines there is a Liberal hiding under his bed. At once all the bells in the castle are set ringing ... the Minister of Police takes good care not to deny the existence of any conspiracy; on the contrary, alone with the Prince, and armed to the teeth, he inspects every corner of the rooms, looks under the beds, and, in a word, gives himself up to a whole heap of ridiculous actions worthy of an old woman." --Stendahl, The Charterhouse of Parma (1839)
Posted 03 July 2012 - 01:03 PM
Fiberglass, actually.
Posted 03 July 2012 - 01:16 PM
Fiberglass, actually.
Posted 03 July 2012 - 01:27 PM
he is not cutting down trees to make a boat. He is saving the wood to carve into baby seal clubs.And I thought you supported the environmentalists!
Posted 03 July 2012 - 01:28 PM
Posted 03 July 2012 - 05:52 PM
That does look like loads of fun NFF. Especially being able to go out with your son. Are there any prisons in the area up there that would like to be part of a research study?
Posted 03 July 2012 - 05:53 PM
That's silly. Everyone knows that no one commits crimes in Canada ...
“... at night ... guarded by eighty sentinels ... Ernesto IV trembles in his room. All the doors fastened with ten bolts, and the adjoining rooms, above as well as below him, packed with soldiers... If a plank creaks in the floor, he snatches up his pistols and imagines there is a Liberal hiding under his bed. At once all the bells in the castle are set ringing ... the Minister of Police takes good care not to deny the existence of any conspiracy; on the contrary, alone with the Prince, and armed to the teeth, he inspects every corner of the rooms, looks under the beds, and, in a word, gives himself up to a whole heap of ridiculous actions worthy of an old woman." --Stendahl, The Charterhouse of Parma (1839)
Posted 03 July 2012 - 10:40 PM
Wonderful day on the bay with son. Winds 14 knots gusting to over 20 knots as it got later in the afternoon. Once out into Conception Bay from the marina in Holyrood was able to sail on a single tack for mile after mile without touching the autonav on the tiller or the sails much. Had lunch in Brigus Newfoundland. Same on the reverse voyage--one long tack on a close reach. As winds increased towards late afternoon, did have to reduce the jib a bit to remain within my comfort zone--most others on the bay were just heeled over to the max letting it rip. Got up over 7 knots at some points in my 28' boat--though mostly 4-5.5.knots. Pics are through cell and not all that great, but you get some idea of the country here.
As the son of a son of a sailor, I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew, Like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin man, I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks, And I learned much from both of their styles
Son of a son, son of a son, Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton, One step ahead of the jailer
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind, That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings, Its a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends, If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin for songs, Not a lawyer a shrink or a banker
Im just a son of a son, son of a son, Son of a son of a sailor
The seas in my veins, my tradition remains.
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