Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I am just about to leave, in about two hours I'll leave Seattle, heading towards Alaska. For such a momentous occasion, I had a little party last night, where I got a bottle of cheap champange and smashed it across the bowsprit. Or tried. WOW, they make those bottles tough. So what really happened is that I broke the aluminum casting that I was banging it against. I don't use those castings much anyways, so it's rather funny. I don't know what to do with the sparkling wine now.
Is it a bad omen that a boat is so happy with her name that she doesn't want to be re-christened? Or that a bowsprit doesn't want a proper start? I think it is all in the spirit of conservation, and Altair certianly is a conservationist.
Posted by cdlloyd