Altair is no longer holy. A gentle Mexican-American man named Alan reached into her grave and pulled. Altair is reborn as a boat again. I, of course, haven't taken any pictures of the fixing or the final result, so sorry about that, but I hope to do some photography when she gets back into the water, which I think will be Friday (tomorrow). So a week on the firm ground. We've gone surfing a bit, and I got another board (So I have 5 now) and it is a rocket. Its a 9'6", kind of narrow, with a pointy pin back end and sweet carbon fins. It catches everything and turns quite well, but is designed for fast and larger (than I have seen lately) waves, so I can't wait to get to that sort of condition.
When we splash we'll head out to the islands for a week or more and be somewhat incognito, and hopefully have adventures to share after.
Also I made this video a few weeeks ago. It is not at all about me, but my brother's work with wild rice.