Holoholo!

 We've sold our homes in Austin, TX, and begun our journey back home to Moloka'i. So, for now, Love and Coconuts exists in its new form as this F-150, pulling a Springdale 280BH that will be our home for the next year, as we travel to see family, and say goodbye to the mainland. 

Kiki has outfitted the interior with everything we need. She also busted her tail organizing our home goods to sell, ship, or give away. 

More to come!

Moloka'I Time

We sailed to Moloka'i Saturday before Thanksgiving and spent two weeks before coming back this past Sunday. We watched the weather going and coming and took advantage of light winds and smaller swells.

Departed just before 1800 Saturday, November 22 and arrived at Kaunakakai Wharf just before 1100, with some early morning tacks thrown in to delay our arrival. We had to motor the trip over, since winds were straight on our nose, coming from South of East all night, although very light.

My battery went out as we were getting near the harbor entrance. I put the dinghy in the water and mounted the motor, to have it ready, just in case. Then I was able to cross connect my house batteries and fire up the engine. After arriving in port, I took the maintenance-free battery to the shop and tester showed it to be bad.

I tested the alternator and it appears the voltage regulator is sketchy. I was getting 15.4 volts out of alternator and at the battery.

I'll probably swap out the alternator in the next week or so.

Okay, enough of the techy stuff. Moloka'i was sublime. The trip across was easy, some rocking and rolling on the O'ahu side of Kaiwi Channel, but smoothed out once across the deep part and onto the bank in the lee of the island.

We had another couple along for the ride and they slept most of it, both a little seasick. I think seasick happens the more one concentrates on the idea of it. I've only had one episode and it snuck up on me out of nowhere, while salmon fishing off the Columbia River Bar. I had overindulged the night before with my fishing mates, and was a bit dehydrated, so probably earned that one.

I've had a moment or two, here and there where I feel it, but it's usually standard motion-sickness triggers that cause my problem. As soon as I shift my vision off the thing in my hands, or get out of the cabin and up in the fresh air, it dissipates. I also find I can sleep great in rocking rolling seas. I hit the sack about 2100 and slept until 2315. I took over the watch from Kris and she crashed on the saloon couch until I woke her at 0330 to give myself a break.

It was interesting to me that we could see both islands the whole way. And the sun rising behind Haleakala as we made way up the Kalohi Channel, was spectacular.

And a couple of sunsets were okay, too.

Poor Neglected Blog

We've been doing the thing much more lately and I've not been blogging about it. Mostly just Waikiki trips, outta the harbor, over to Waiks, drop the hook and have some fun.

Going again this Sunday.

My great plan this time is to paddle into Duke's at 4p catch a couple of songs at the regular Sunday afternoon Henry Kapono show.

And I did and it was fun. Used to long paddles in Hawaii, so nothing to challenging. I paddled in caught Dukes on Sunday, chatted with friends, drank a couple of beers, and paddled the 20 mins back to the boat after the two hour show. Then an easy sail with friends, slowing for the post-sunset fireworks at the Hawaiian Village, and moored back in Kewalo by 9p. 

Maui by Plane

We flew over yesterday and found our way to Castaway Cafe, just up from Black Rock in Kaanapali. With wifi, a quiet little bar, and spectacular views of Lanai and Molokai, couldn't ask for a much better spot to spend a work day.

This trip is a little Labor Day holoholo with workdays in Maui as bookends. This morning we are waking up in Makawao, where it's a very cool upcountry 70f, a nice break from Late summer heat in Honolulu.

Anyone who's traveled to Hawaii and spent time on more than one island, knows there's some big differences between town and country. However, having lived on O'ahu for a couple of years, and in Honolulu most recently, it's a very welcome contrast here on the slopes of Haleakala. Cooler temps, life passing slowly and quietly, and a lack of locals with aggressive elbows, reminds us why we love Hawaii. Sure, we can get it on O'ahu, if we try, but traveling to outer islands immerses us in our aloha.

A secondary activity on this trip is to check out boating facilities. We knew things were tight over here, but it turns out that Lahaina harbor has a thirty-year waiting list for a slip. The guy on the top of the list applied for a slip in 1981. They think he will get one this year.

Ouch.

Maalaea is not much better, if not worse, and Lanai is very limited as well.

The one glimmer of hope may be Kaunakakai, on Molokai. We may try and take a ferry over and check things out on Molokai tomorrow.

KiKi Kane Illustration

Kris has been on a creative jag since we broke free of the mainland and she's been working her watercolor style to the point she's getting happier with the colors and designs. Some very-much island-themed fun here: KiKi Kane Illustration

I Believe in You

I don't know if you know, but I'm the proud papa of three beautiful Irish princesses. And this past month, I got to spend some time with them. The eldest, Caeley, is on staff at Cloud and Kelly's, a cute little pub in Corvallis, Oregon. the younger two live in Beaverton, Oregon, and I get as much time as I can with them. 

Somehow this visit this past month afforded me the chance to go to Falls City, Oregon, and jump off the falls and into the Luckiamute River.

Caeley and Aoibhinn (pronounced even), were quick, albeit cautious, to make the leap and climb back up the rocks. As Aoibhinn was working up the courage to make the eight-foot jump, Medbh (rhymes with gave), was very supportive and shouted out to her sister, "I believe in you!" 

It was a beautiful moment, made even more special by Medbh's intensity. She's a passionate, insightful, and amazing little kid. 

My ginger. 

She fought her own battle to get to the point where she was able to make the leap. Later, she told me, "I counted to ten, Dad...ten times...at least." 

Thank you for this gift of this time with these lovely women. And thank you for this gift of their fierce spirits. 

I believe in you!

Post by Mabel Katz.

Koko Raindrop Chaser

This is Koko the kitty learning about raindrops during Iselle the hurricane's passing...

350 lb blue marlin

 This is how much truck it takes to get a big fish off a boat in Hawaii...

Next up: Julio!

So far, looking like he will shear off to the northeast of us and track along toward the north of O'ahu. Of course, Iniki, in 1992, was a Central Pacific hurricane way south of Kauai that was tracking due west and took a 90-degree turn and ran right over Kauai. 

However, the Pacific high pressure that guides these things, like a steering oar, is moving east, which is what creates this track. 

So, a couple of days to watch and wait. And maybe get some fun surf at Makapu'u...

Sun Break

A break in the rain and clouds. I can even see some people out on the beach at Ala Moana Beach Park. 

32 knots plus one

Starting to see some uptick in the wind and rain. Sustained fifteen mins of 25+ knots and this little 32 kt long gust that I captured on the nav instruments. 

Snapped my long starboard bowline, but not sure I can blame it Iselle. She's been blowing us gently.  I think this line was about due to be replaced anyway. I squared-her back together and walked her around the pier. 

 You can see the whole line in the second picture. She had a previous snap and lots of dipping in the water, owing to length and surges.

 These are the NBC guys, out shooting shots of a reporter standing in the rain. That has to be a stupid job.

Aloha kakahiaka, Iselle!

So far Iselle has only brought O'ahu some gusty trades and a little rain. Nothing too sketchy. The biggest hassle I've experienced is the massive lights pointed right at my boat, from the NBC weather truck that's parked fifty feet away. 

Of course, that didn't stop me from going out in the middle of the night and pee'ing off the back like I always do. So, if you think that super moon came early to Hawaii, check the broadcast network you're watching; it might be a false image. 

Sleep was okay, could have been better. Still fighting off the horrible hay fever from my two weeks in Oregon. Woke up a few times and checked the decks and had a look around. Had to shut a couple of hatches to keep the blowing wind out. 

When I awoke this morning, I took the ladies to the Harbor Pub where I could get breakfast and the dogs are welcomed. 

We were first in the door and the ladies earned some bacon from the wait staff for being polite and 'cute.' Frankly, I don't see it. 

I learned that we are all waiting for the mayor to let us know the status of everything at 2p today. In the meantime, my internet is still up and I'm off into my virtual work day. 

Waiting for 2p and #2 hurricane. 

Aloha!

Iselle y Julio

After nearly three weeks in Oregon, I had to cut it short and come home to L & C to face down TWO hurricanes.

I was able to book an early return flight, by paying Hawaiian Air $200. They were offering free changes to folks who were affected by the hurricane, but I was told that since I was moving my date from the 12th to the 7th, instead of other way around, I had to pay. Which is weird, if you think about the fact they need people to give up later dates and take this date. But not weird if you think about the fact that they are trying to shake money out of my pockets any way they can.

Anyway. I'm here. Tied most stuff down and put most stuff away. Filled up with water and bought some canned food. Fingers crossed and hoping for the best.

Much aloha!

Aloha Oe, Rick and Brenda

Greg looking for Kris's favorite visor, lost at sea going on three days now

Kris helming us past Waikiki

Checking the surf at Kewalos on the way out

Double-rainbow for our lucky friends. Pomaikai!

Rick, sailing off into the sunset...wait! Denver is the other way, braddah!

Nani wahine! Aloha oe!

Things that Break

Oh, poor neglected sailing blog!

In our defense, you've been neglected because we have been doing the thing, rather than talking (writing) about the thing. And, as every sailor knows, or learns very quickly, when you do the thing, you end up breaking a lot of things and spending time fixing them so you can go break other things and/or the same things again, and again.

So, what's broken in our first two months of sailing? Well, sounds like the starboard head macerator motor is about to eat itself. The TV and the convection oven made it less than two months and blinked out. The starboard bilge cover collapsed and I rebuilt the floor, creating new support underneath. A ten-foot fiberglass sail-batten released itself to the depths of Mamala Bay and it's replacement went in search of the prior resident three days later.

And, best of all, the anchor windlass blew up, scattering parts all over the foredeck and requiring us to haul in 250' of 1/4" anchor chain by hand, in about 16' of depth, off Waikiki on the Fourth of July. God bless America!

Still loving it.

Aloha!

Doing What She's Meant to Do

It's nice to have a floating condo, but it's best to do what she's made for and go sailing!

Our friends Jared and Nathalie sent a note that Jared's brother Scott relocated here in April for his Navy job. Scott sailed with the University of Washington's sailing Navy sailing team and that's all I needed to know that I'd have another hand to help me get her docked. 

Our slip gets a pretty steady tradewind exposure, pushing away from the pier. So, it helps to have a second hand to get her back in the lines on the return. 

We went straight out of the harbor entrance and set up the sails and away we went on port tack, beam reaching toward the SE. Maybe with a little more effort than that, as this was the first time I sailed her by myself, which required some time to learn how it all works. And, apparently, the main halyard was finished off, not on the mainsail, but on the starboard safety lines. I finished it there again at the end of the day when I heard it banging steadily in the evening trades. 

Anyway, three hours of tacking, gybing, and sailing around Mamala Bay was a great way to spend the afternoon. three plus hours and back at the pier without incident. 

Mahina Nani Nui!

A big beautiful full moon rising over Waiks last night. Nani nui!

Rub Upon my Belly...

...like guava jelly!

Puhi!

Walking back from surfing this morning and I saw a puhi hunting in the low-tide rocks, along the quay wall. I went back to get my camera and in less than two minutes, the wind had picked up, rippling the surface, and Mr. Puhi moved to deeper water. Bummer. He was a beauty, too. Over three-feet long with big brown and small white stripes. 

Shine On, Waxing Gibbous Moon

Aw, poor neglected blog. I've been a bad blogger. Life has swept us up and pushed us along at a steady clip for two months now. We are adjusting to life on the boat. Kris had it alone for a while last month when I had to travel, and now I'm running things while she galavants for work. We'd both rather spend our time here, but life calls you out sometimes.

We have our insurance now, so expect to be sailing much more now. It's summer so surf is bigger on our side of island, and will have to be factored into our decisions. Also, I understand that our harbor entrance can get closed when surf gets too big.

I regularly surf the break right at the harbor mouth and I have seen a couple of the swells get bigger and make the ride in a little more thrilling for some of the small boats. From watching and reasoning it out, I think you'd wait and watch the sets roll through and time your run to move through that part of the channel nearest to breaking waves on a lull. There are some pretty regular lulls in the South Shore swells. The surf on this side is typically long-period ground swells that come from way down in the Southern hemisphere. So, the quiet spots in between sets is not too crazy with shorter period, wind-driven local swell.

Maybe sail this weekend.

Here are some shots of the waxing gibbous moon, from last night. Shot from our berth.

Aloha!