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To: PuddleGlum who wrote (23848)12/14/2018 9:13:30 PM
From: PuddleGlum
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Posted Nov. 26:
Good morning VIETNAM! And goodbye. My journey to Vietnam was a lifetime in 28 days. I won’t return home whole, because I can’t help but leave a part of myself here. Let this be a warning to anyone who might come here unaware of the risks. If you don’t steel your heart before you arrive, the people here will steal it away from you, and you won’t even put up any resistance.

Last night just before midnight our room telephone rang. The young man at the front desk heard that we were leaving in the morning, and wanted to say his goodbyes.

This morning we dashed out the front door to go to church (5:00 am, remember?), only to discover that it was raining lightly. Without any exchange of words the doorman/parking coordinator/security person handed me his umbrella, which we quickly accepted. Arriving at church I looked for the destitute young woman we had seen at the gate during our first 2 days in Saigon almost a month ago. She wasn’t there, perhaps due to the weather, perhaps she will never be seen again. We entered the church, and during mass the same woman who had helped us find the right page in the prayer book during our first days here again gave us some assistance. I clasped her hands and quietly said goodbye.

Yesterday we met with “5” and his wife, who came here from 2 hours away to see us one last time, and we met with a handful of others who became precious to us during our stay. I had my last “one more coconut”, brought by another dear friend from almost two hours away. Not to mention the fresh "mit" (jackfruit) that was back on the menu, also brought from two hours away.

This morning we say farewell to “the little angel” and her friend. Then we’re off to the airport. God willing we’ll be safely back home soon.

We arrived home on Nov. 27, safe and sound.

Posted on Nov. 28:

Soooo hungry... must be lunchtime. Sooooo sleepy... must be 3:00 am

And THAT, my dear friends, is the END of the story... I hope.

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From: SmoothSail12/22/2018 5:04:29 AM
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Lordy mercy. Try to keep you eyes dry through this:


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From: SmoothSail12/29/2018 10:06:19 PM
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Catalina today.


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To: SmoothSail who wrote (23851)12/29/2018 11:17:31 PM
From: Neeka
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Sailor's delight!

(I assume this is an evening shot?)

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To: Neeka who wrote (23852)12/29/2018 11:24:48 PM
From: SmoothSail
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Yes. Except in this case it doesn’t apply. We’re having a Nor’easter that’s created 6’ to 8’ seas in Avalon Bay. I’ll try to post some video of it.

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To: SmoothSail who wrote (23853)12/29/2018 11:34:20 PM
From: SmoothSail
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To: SmoothSail who wrote (23853)12/30/2018 12:11:07 AM
From: Neeka
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We’re having a Nor’easter

Is that kind of weather normal for this time of year?

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To: Neeka who wrote (23855)12/30/2018 1:20:48 AM
From: SmoothSail
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Is that kind of weather normal for this time of year?
Matter of fact it is. A couple of years ago on New Years, same type of storm put 2 boats on the rocks killing two men, one of them a Harbor Patrolman. I may even have posted about it because I knew them. I’ll see if I can find the story.

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To: SmoothSail who wrote (23856)12/30/2018 1:26:18 AM
From: SmoothSail
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This is the story about what happened. Unfortunately, the video is no longer there.

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To: SmoothSail who wrote (23857)12/30/2018 1:06:59 PM
From: Neeka
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Thanks for posting that story. Very scary situation and even more dangerous because of the confined and crowded space where the boats really didn't have any room to avoid one another. I don't think most people realize how powerful the combination of high wind and water can be, or how destructive.

We got into a violent storm coming down the coast from Seattle on our way to Hawaii in November of '68. Dad said there were gusts up to 70 knots and I don't doubt it for one minute. That storm did a lot of damage to our boat. She was a retired 100' schooner hulled Coast Guard ice breaker from AK and as Dad would say she was "built like a brick s**t house." Even still, there was quite a bit of damage done to the wheel house, bullwarks and gunwals. During the storm, the steel rigging had come loose and the main mast had broken in two. It was swinging wildly hitting everything in its path. Dad was out fighting to tie things down while I stayed in the wheel house and worked at keeping the vessel on course. When I think back, and considering I was pretty young, I can't believe how calm I was. I had great faith in my Dad. He was known up and down the west coast as one of the best captains around, and everyone felt safe when he was in charge.

We laid over for a month in Sausalito for repairs and us teenagers on board had a blast visiting the city and hanging out. We did eventually make it to Hawaii and although Dad went on to salvage scrap iron from different islands in the South Pacific from the war, he demanded I return home with my mother as it "was no place for a young girl." He was right! The stories he told (and wrote about in his log) about that leg of the trip were enough to scare anyone.

Dad died of cancer in '95.

This is written on a memorial to him at the harbor in Westport Wa.

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

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