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Spinnaker Poles and Weed Whackers

Would You Rather Weed Whack or Go Sailing?

Dinner was beef tri-tip, baked potatoes and a big, fresh from the garden salad for dinner.  It was an early to bed night with an equally early to rise morning that followed.  That day Mr. Mantis and I had a banner day with eight trees short of four rows done before we ran out of gas, including the premixed gas that was in the two gallon can in the shed.  I knew I wanted to get all the weed whacking done before we left and that meant some pretty long days, but they were long days by choice.  As soon as the whacker was cleaned after a day’s work, it was time to partake of the aquatic center, also known as the stock tank.

After sweating and working in the orchard for three or four hours, the water in the stock tank, which is crystal clear and pumped from a deep well, feels mighty good, even if it does take your breath away when you first immerse body parts that haven’t gotten wet and aren’t used to the water temperature.  Birds, rabbits, the two resident dogs, and any other animal that may happen by, are all part of the scene. 

Wade had left early that morning to get parts and pieces repaired or bought so we could finish the boat and get it ready for the regatta at Eagle Lake.  Our departure was planned for early Friday morning.
 
Later that afternoon, when we were working on the boat, Wade asked me some more questions about my sailing and at dinner that night, asked if I’d like to crew with him at the next regatta.  Regatta is translated: sailboat race.  I always felt my best work in a sailboat race was when I was the sail trimmer.  Often when you’re the boat owner, you’re expected to be the skipper, many times we had won when I turned the helm over to someone competent, like the crew member who would turn out to be my future daughter-in-law and took over the sail trimming duties.  Wade said one of the people who usually crewed with him had hurt his knee, he was also the person who did most of the sail trimming.  In order to be able to go sailing, we’d have to stay longer than we’d planned and also move the rest of our schedule around, but getting the chance to sail and race a boat again was enough incentive for me. Celinda told me that she knew how much I loved to sail and she thought we should stay.  No one had to ask twice.

I knew that I wanted to get all the weed whacking done before we left and
had to pick up the pace from a couple of rows a day, to eight.  To say that I was tired every night would be an understatement, but it proved to be worthwhile.

The next few days consisted of whacking away in the orchard, repairing a fuel leak in the sailboat’s small Nissan outboard motor, trouble shooting the problem with the trailer lights and finishing various tasks on the boat.  Wade had the trailer light connector installed at a trailer service facility but the lights had never worked correctly.  We found that the person who installed them hadn’t cleaned any paint off where he’d grounded the connection, plus he’d used a hose clamp instead of screws to hold it in place.  It took as long to find and remedy the problem as it would have to do it right in the first place. 

Wade had new sails for the boat and we had to customize them to the rigging on the boat.  He also had a spinnaker that was too big for the spinnaker pole he had been using and the new pole didn’t fit the attachment on the mast.   Even though it wasn’t class legal and we wouldn’t use it during the race we wanted to take it along so we could go fast if the wind was up before or after the races.  Filing, cutting, machining and fitting parts has always been something I’ve liked to do, so time went quickly and it was Wednesday evening before I knew it.  Getting enough time and a good Internet connection had been difficult at the farm.  In part, the weed whacking schedule had been sped up so we could go to Oroville on Thursday and use the high speed wireless connection at Scoops, the local ice cream, sandwich and cyber cafe.
      

Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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