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After Jodie Foster accepted the Cecil B. DeMille lifetime achievement award at the Golden Globes Sunday night, reactions to her speech varied from confusion to being moved to tears.
While often jumbled (Is she quitting acting? Wasn't she already out? Why does she hate Honey Boo Boo so much?), Foster's words on the right to privacy and the beauty of being abnormal were heartfelt and meaningful.
To see the facial reactions of Kate Hudson, Mel Gibson, Anne Hathaway, Sienna Miller and Foster's sons during the speech, click here.
After being given the award by Robert Downey Jr., read Foster's speech in its entirety below (via Vulture):
Thank you. Well for all of you SNL fans, I'm 50! I'm 50! You know, I need to do that without this dress on, but you know, maybe later. I'm 50! You know, I was going to bring my walker tonight, but it just didn't go with cleavage. Robert, I want to thank you for everything. For your bat-crazed, rapid-fire brain, the sweet intro. I love you and Susan, and I am so grateful that you continually talk me off the ledge when I say I'm done with acting, I'm done with acting, I'm really done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done. Trust me, 47 years in the film business is a long time. You just ask those Golden Globies, because you've been around here forever. You know, Phil, you're a nut, Aida, Scott, thank you for honoring me tonight. It is the most fun party of the year, and tonight, I feel like the prom queen.
Looking at all those clips, you know the hairdos and the freaky platform shows, it's like a home movie nightmare that just won't end, and all of these people sitting here at these tables, they're my family of sorts, you know. Fathers, mostly — executives, producers, directors, my fellow actors out there. We've giggled through love scenes, we've punched and cried and spit and vomited and blown snot all over one another — and those are just the co-stars I liked. But you know more than anyone else, I share my most special memories with members of the crew. Blood-shaking friendships, brothers and sisters. We made movies together, and you can't get more intimate than that.
So when I'm here being all confessional, I guess I just have a sudden urge to say something that I've never really been able to air in public. So, a declaration … that I'm a little nervous about, but maybe not quite as nervous as my publicist right now, huh Jennifer? But you know, I'm just gonna put it out there, right? Loud and proud, right? So I'm gonna need your support on this. I am… single. Yes I am, I am single. No, I'm kidding. But I mean, I'm not really kidding, but I'm kind of kidding. Thank you for the enthusiasm. Can I get a wolf whistle or something? I hope you guys weren't hoping this would be a big coming out speech tonight, because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago, back in the stone age. In those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends and family, co-workers, and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met.But now apparently, I'm told that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance, and a prime time reality show. You guys might be surprised, but I am not Honey Boo Boo Child. No, I'm sorry, that's just not me, it never was, and it never will be. But please don't cry, because my reality show would be so boring. I would have to make out with Marion Cotillard, I would have to spank Daniel Craig's bottom, you know, just to stay on the air. It's not bad work if you can get it though.
But seriously. If you had been a public figure from the time you were a toddler, if you'd had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you too might value privacy above all else. Privacy. Someday, in the future, people will look back and remember how beautiful it once was. I have given everything, up there, from the time that I was three years old. That's reality show enough, don't you think? There are a few secrets to keeping your psyche intact over such a long career. The first: Love people, and stay beside them. That table over there, 222, way out out in Idaho, Paris, Stockholm, that one next to the bathroom with all the unfamous faces — the very same faces for all these years. My acting agent, Joe Funicello — Joe, do you believe it, what, 38 years we've been working together? Even though he doesn't count the first eight. Matt Saber, Pat Kingsley, Jennifer Allen, Grant Iman and his uncle Jerry, may he rest in peace — lifers. My family and friends, here tonight and at home. And of course, Mel Gibson — you know you saved me too.
There is no way I could ever stand here without acknowledging one of the deepest loves of my life, my heroic co-parent, my ex-partner in love but righteous soul sister in life. My confessor, ski buddy, consigliere, most-beloved BFF of 20 years, Cydney Bernard. Thank you Cyd. I am so proud of our modern family, our amazing sons Charlie and Kit, who are my reason to breathe, and to evolve, my blood and soul. And boys, in case you didn't know it, this song, like all of this, this song is for you. This brings me to the greatest influence of my life, my amazing mother Evelyn. Mom, I know you're inside those blue eyes somewhere and that there are so many things that you won't understand tonight, but this is the only important one to take in: I love you, I love you, I love you. And I hope that if I say this three times, it will magically and perfectly enter into your soul, fill you with grace, and the joy of knowing that you did good in this life. You're a great mom. Please take that with you when you're finally OK to go.
You see Charlie and Kit, sometimes your mom loses it too. But I can't help but get moony, you know. This feels like the end of one era and the beginning of something else. Scary and exciting, and now what? Well, I'm never going to be up on this stage again. On any stage, for that matter. Change, you've gotta love it. I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved: the greatest job in the world. It's just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick. And maybe it won't be as sparkly. Maybe it won't open on three thousand screens. Maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle. But it will be my writing on the wall: Jodie Foster was here, I still am, and I want to be seen, to be understood, deeply, and to be not so very lonely. Thank you, all of you, for the company. Here's to the next fifty years.
Now watch Foster say the speech in her own words:
SEE ALSO: Tina Fey & Amy Poehler's hilarious opening monologue >


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Congratulations to Jonathan Manns MRICS from Colliers International for winning this year's Land (Rural and Urban) award.
Jonathan also won this year's Young Surveyor of the Year Award
Commended as "a great credit to the UK" by the Royal Town Planning Institute, Jonathan Manns MRICS has excelled in the profession, very early in his career.
Promoted to Director in November 2014, aged just 30, Jonathan became one of the youngest Directors in the global business. He leads a young and dynamic team advising on some of the most exciting projects in the UK; typically, residential. He does his successfully, securing the right results both for clients and his business, with a significant increase in turnover, profitability and project scale as a result.
Jonathan supports the next generation of surveyors as they enter the profession and progress through. He gives his time freely to lecture at universities across the country. More widely still, his charitable commitments see him take these debates to those beyond the profession, engaging a wider audience in the dialogue around issues such as housing and development.
Jonathan is a very driven professional who has written books including "Kaleidoscope City" which reached the top 100 Kindle books on Amazon, with contributions from Sir Peter Hall, Richard Rogers, Richard Florida and Liz Pearce. In 2017 Jonathan conceived and launched the "House Me London" social media campaign which raised awareness of the London housing crisis.
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With Iron Man 3 getting ready for production these last few weeks, all we've really heard on the Marvel casting front has been about that particular project. But while additions to that cast, such as Rebecca Hall, Ben Kingsley and Guy Pearce, are awesome, what about the other projects that the studio currently has in the works? What's going on with Thor 2? Today we have an answer to that question and it's an awesome one.
Variety reports that Mads Mikkelsen is now in talks to star as the villain in Thor 2. The Danish actor is best known for playing the one-eyed antagonist in the James Bond adventure Casino Royale, but also worked with Nicolas Winding Refn on films such as Valhalla Rising and the first two Pusher movies. Unfortunately the trade doesn't say who the villain of the film will be.
Alan Taylor, best known for his work on Game of Thrones, is directing the film and Chris Hemsworth, Natalie Portman, Anthony Hopkins, Idris Elba and Tom Hiddleston will be reprising their roles. Production is scheduled to begin in September and Marvel will release the film on November 15, 2013.
So here's the big question: who will he play? The assumption at large has been that The Enchantress and The Executioner would play the antagonist role in the sequel, but that doesn't really work with Mikkelsen (Executioner is drawn as a hulking beast and Enchantress is a bit too much of a woman). So if those two options are out, who will be the villain of Thor 2? Leave your thoughts in the comments section below.


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Competing is all about preparing. My experience as an athlete and a working professional has taught me that the same philosophy applies to both arenas: career as well as sports!
I have a busy job at a big company. Last year, I took on the additional role of competitive long-distance "world's team" duathlete in my off-work life. The dream to compete for my home country came to fruition with a lot of preparation and time management. I qualified in North Carolina to race the 2014 International Triathlon Union (ITU) Long Course Duathlon World Championship in Zofingen, Switzerland, on TeamUSA, with 24 other competitors. More than 20 countries were represented there in September. While there, it was a delight to connect with colleagues in my company's Zurich office. They introduced me to their country, and I was able to share with them about mine.
The world championship race was extremely difficult, but I attacked the situation the same way I wanted to handle any workplace initiatives: Study what I'm headed toward, follow a plan of execution, make mental notes of lessons learned with my coaches (or my immediate manager) and leave room for unexpected developments! Duathlon is a multisport similar to triathlon, only without the swimming. The Swiss race consisted of a 10K run, a 130K bike ride looping through villages and mountain ranges, then a final 30K run over more mountainous terrain. I was thankfully able to acclimate my body to the thinner, drier climate in Europe the week leading up to race day! It was opposite from the hot, humid climate of Huntsville, AL, where I live and work. With much encouragement from friends and workplace colleagues, I finished the race in around 10 hours and 15 minutes, 4th in my age division!
My higher caliber athletic pursuits began during my last years at Auburn University, where I competed on their crew rowing team. After joining Accenture immediately after graduation, I looked around for new athletic pursuits and began participating in triathlon events. Three years of continuous racing, progressing to the Ironman 70.3 triathlon distance, left me a little tired, so I took a season "off" to evaluate future options. The break also helped me to think more deeply about what I truly wanted to shoot for in the athletic realm, much like one would consider new professional career options. After praying and considering many things, I started digging into the USA Triathlon website to see what qualifying race could earn me a spot on Team USA, and I went for it.
The parallels between a professional workplace and a competitive athletic world are uncanny. In the workplace, my highest priority is to deliver excellent and thorough work that is fitting for the client. An important lesson is to be honest about my own strengths and weaknesses, taking deliberate steps to change my performance in certain areas if it's needed. In athletics, I have to go through a similar process when measuring my progress with my coaches. My end goal is to be as prepared as possible to execute things with complete passion and excellence!


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I beg to present you as a Christmas present the city of SavannahThe almanac Dec 22, 2009
If there is anything that a man can do well, I say let him do it. Give him a chanceThe almanac Apr 14, 2010
I beg to present you as a Christmas present the city of SavannahThe almanac Dec 22, 2010
If there is anything that a man can do well, I say let him do it. Give him a chanceThe almanac Apr 14, 2011
Abraham Lincoln i/ˈeɪbrəhæm ˈlɪŋkən/ (February 12, 1809 – April 15, 1865) was the 16th President of the United States, serving from March 1861 until his assassination in 1865. He led the country through a great constitutional, military and moral crisis — the American Civil War — preserving the Union while ending slavery and promoting economic and financial modernization. Reared in a poor family on the western frontier, Lincoln was mostly self-educated. He became a country lawyer, an Illinois state legislator, and a one-term member of the United States House of Representatives, but failed in two attempts at a seat in the United States Senate. He was an affectionate, though often absent, husband and father of four children.
After deftly opposing the expansion of slavery in the United States in his campaign debates and speeches, Lincoln secured the Republican nomination and was elected president in 1860. Following declarations of secession by southern slave states, war began in April 1861, and he concentrated on both the military and political dimensions of the war effort, seeking to reunify the nation. He vigorously exercised unprecedented war powers, including the arrest and detention without trial of thousands of suspected secessionists. He prevented British recognition of the Confederacy by skillfully handling the Trent affair late in 1861. He issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863 and promoted the passage of the Thirteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution, abolishing slavery.
Lincoln closely supervised the war effort, especially the selection of top generals, including the commanding general Ulysses S. Grant. He brought leaders of various factions of his party into his cabinet and pressured them to cooperate. Under his leadership, the Union took control of the border slave states at the start of the war and tried repeatedly to capture the Confederate capital at Richmond. Each time a general failed, Lincoln substituted another until finally Grant succeeded in 1865. An exceptionally astute politician deeply involved with power issues in each state, he reached out to War Democrats and managed his own re-election in the 1864 presidential election.


text: Meet a Specialist: Leo Kim, M.D., Ph.D. "Medical school changed everything," said Mass. Eye and Ear ophthalmologist, Dr. Leo Kim. While he always knew he wanted to be a scientist, it was in medical school that he discovered the value and impact that science and medicine bring to one another. "I realized that if your idea has good potential, you can't keep it under wraps in the lab," he continued. "There are so many mysteries about vision loss that we still can't explain, so science and medicine need to work together to understand the questions and find answers." This realization set him on a dual career path, and today Dr. Kim is a clinician scientist and a member of Mass. Eye and Ear's Retina Service. Applying his scientific expertise to help his patients has become his most important goal and a key part of his treatment philosophy. Based at the hospital's Retina Consultants practice in Stoneham one day a week, Dr. Kim treats patients with a wide range of retinal disorders, including retinal detachment, age-related macular degeneration (AMD), diabetic retinopathy, non-diabetic vascular diseases of the retina, ocular trauma, and intraocular infections. He also provides surgical treatment at Mass. Eye and Ear's Charles Street campus. "When I meet with patients, my goal is to ensure that each individual gets the best possible treatment," he said. "But I often continue thinking about their diagnoses long after that first encounter. And that often leads to important new research questions." In the laboratory, he studies the disease processes that underlie certain forms of retinal disease, like AMD, retinal toxicity, diabetic retinopathy, and other eye disorders. Awarded both his medical degree and a Ph.D. by the School of Medicine at Yale University, Dr. Kim completed his ophthalmology residency and a fellowship in Retina and Vitreous Surgery at the Doheny Eye Institute at the University of Southern California. A member of the Department of Ophthalmology's K12 Harvard Vision Clinician Scientist Development Program funded by the National Institutes of Health, he is currently studying drug-induced retinal toxicity, proliferative diabetic retinopathy, and the role of lymphangiogenesis in Graves' eye disease. Tamoxifen-induced retinal toxicity first drew attention about thirty years ago, as high-dose tamoxifen treatment for breast cancer began causing vision loss in many women. The side effect of vision loss is far less common today, now that the standard of care calls for lower-dose treatment. However, due to recent studies, the standard of care will likely double the length of tamoxifen treatment. Dr. Kim notes that some patients still develop this form of retinal toxicity and its incidence may increase. His initial investigations helped shed light on understanding how tamoxifen-induced toxicity occurs, and he is now exploring how to inhibit that process. He hopes that his work may eventually contribute to new therapeutic approaches for drug-induced retinal toxicity and analogously macular degeneration, as well. An Instructor in Ophthalmology at Harvard Medical School, Dr. Kim helps train ophthalmology residents and surgical fellows, and participates in the teaching group on the molecular basis of eye disease. Originally from California, he expresses delight to be a part of the Harvard Medical School Department of Ophthalmology and Mass. Eye and Ear. "This place is amazing because of the kind of synergy it fosters, helping us to connect our experience with patients in the clinic with discovery in the laboratory," he said. "There are really only a few places in the world like this. I'm not a fan of Boston winters but they're worth putting up with to be here!" Contact Dr. Kim's office at 617-573-3202. View Dr. Kim's online bio for more information. Request an appointment. Contact Us Today! 617-523-7900


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Ook, you know it! "V" would be a great toy line.Hmm, BSG is back...Perhaps it is time to bring V back to the small screen!
A few of you mention Dark Crystal. I'd go for a smaller scale line. Those dolls they did were too big and pricey for my interest level. But I'd definitely buy a few figs from a 3 to 4 inch line. I'd love that stilt creature they rode on!
Heroes! That new show ROCKS! I would love to see Nikki, Sylar, Hiro, Claire, Eden, that stuff.
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Las Vegas retired ironworker George Cole discussed on Monday what he planned to say at today's congressional hearing in Washington, D.C., about construction safety at Las Vegas Strip construction sites, where 12 workers have died in less than 19 months. Cole is attending the hearing with his wife, Monique, whose brother, Harold Billingsley, died in an accident last October. Billingsley fell 59 feet through a flooring hole that never should have existed at the main casino building in CityCenter. He wasn't wearing his safety harness and his employer had not placed temporary decking or netting beneath him, as state law required.
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Go for it Monique and George. bottom line is these men NEED to come home every night, safely. Whatever it takes to ensure more families do not suffer as we have.


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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Surname Saturday: Newton Leonard Norman and Rebecca Dulcenia Weston
b. 15 Jan 1871, Alabama
d. 4 Jan 1959
& Rebecca Dulcenia Weston
b. 22 Aug 1870
d. 30 Jul 1899
m. 28 Sep 1890, Garland County, Arkansas
|--Dissie D. Norman
|----b. 5 Aug 1891
|----d. 9 Oct 1908
|---& Jackson "Jack" W. Norman (b. Mar 1891 Arkansas)
|----m. 30 Dec 1906, Montgomery Co., Arkansas
|--Mary Viola "Ola" Norman
|----b. 16 Nov 1893, Peak, Garland Co., Arkansas
|----d. 23 Dec 1969, Oden, Arkansas
|---& William Levi Powell
|----b. 1 May 1885, Peak, Garland Co., Arkansas
|----d. 8 Jan 1977, Benton, Bossier, LA
|----m. 5 Nov 1911, Garland Co., Arkansas
|--Henry Elijah Norman
|----b. 29 Apr 1896
|----d. 26 Sep 1945
|--Nellie Anne Norman
|----b. 24 Nov 1898, Arkansas
|----d. 10 Mar 1988, Mount Ida, Montgomery, Arkansas
|---& John Joe Powell
|----b. 5 Aug 1891, Myers, Montgomery, Arkansas
|----d. 2 May 1970
|----m. 25 Jun 1914, Garland Co., Arkansas
This is the family of Newton Leonard Norman, half-brother of my great-grandfather William Henry "Jack" Norman, and Newton's first wife, Rebecca Dulcenia Weston. Newton was the son of Joseph Madison Carroll Norman and his second wife, Mary Patterson. Newton and Rebecca's oldest daughter, Dissie, and her husband Jackson Norman are part of the "Mystery Normans" about whom I have written in previous posts - was Jackson a distant relative or not?
I would love to share information with anyone related to/researching this family; you can contact me at my e-mail address, which can be found by going to my profile page (there is a link to that page in the About Me section to the left).
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I am great granddaughter of Joseph Madison Carrol Norman through his 3rd wife Mary Francis Karr Norman. My mother is daugher of Dora Norman Patterson. She knew many of these aunts and uncles you are doing research on. Do you have any birth, death or marriage license for Thomas Norman, Nancy LaRue Norman, Joseph MC Norman, Elizabeth Stapler, James Norman and Ruth Roberts? I need these to get into the DAR. Have the info up through Joseph MC Norman and Mary Francis Karr. Thanks! Rebecca Cardwell SibleyReplyDelete
Rebecca - This would make us second cousins once removed (or half so - I am descended from JMC's first wife). There are no BDMs (birth, death, or marriage documents) for the people you name that I have ever heard of; the only one of those documents that might ever have existed would have been a marriage record; birth and death records were not kept until relatively recently. However, you do not have to use those records to prove descent. However, you will probably need BDMs for yourself, your parents, and your grandparents (or certain substitutes will do). For the other generations substitute proof/documents will do -censuses, wills, etc. Which ancestor is this for? I had not heard that there was a Patriot in this line. There is Karenhappuch Norman Turner, but she is not a direct ancestor. I believe what is done is that DAR has records of previous proofs supplied and all you need to supply are the proofs for your own descent from that line insofar as none of the previous proofs document your descent. I was not able to find your e-mail to get in touch with you directly, so I hope you read this. If you do, go to the front page of my blog and you will find directions for getting in direct e-mail with me. Hope to hear from you!ReplyDelete
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Kim Kardashian Admits: I Married For Love, But Shouldn't Have Tied The Knot!
Kim Kardashian may have put the brakes on her marriage, but she still wants a happily ever after! Kim apologizes to her fans, writing she is a hopeless romantic who was caught up in the moment.
Kim Kardashian's fantasy wedding may not have panned out like she hoped, but the reality starlet says she isn't giving up on her dream to one day be a mother and doting wife. In a heartfelt written apology to her fans Nov. 1, she said the sole driving force behind her decision to get married was love, but by the time she realized her relationship wasn't what she wanted, she felt like there were too many people to let down.
"First and foremost, I married for love. I can't believe I even have to defend this. I would not have spent so much time on something just for a TV show! I share so much of my life on a reality show, that contemplating whether to even film my wedding was a tough decision to make, and maybe it turned out to not be the smartest decision," Kim wrote on her blog.
For a girl who has built her career around making her private like public, planning intimate events and cultivating relationships must be difficult beyond reason. Kim admits exchanging vows with Kris Humphries wasn't the smartest decision, but that her divorce had nothing to do with her feelings being insincere.
Kim's apology seems sincere, and we're glad that she can shed some light on her unfortunate situation. It takes a big person to admit they made a mistake, especially one that is so public. We can imagine it was easy for her to get swept up in planning such an extravagant wedding and can understand how the pressures from the network, businesses involved, and people she loved made it hard for her to pump the brakes when she realized she was making a mistake. She also admitted what we reported earlier that she didn't make the millions of dollars from the wedding special.
Read the entire post below and tell us what YOU think about Kim's apology. Do you think it was sincere?
A Message To My Fans
"This is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to write. I see all of the support and I am so thankful for my fans, friends and family who are helping me through this difficult time.
I am trying not to read all the different media reports but it's hard not to see all the negative ones. First and foremost, I married for love. I can't believe I even have to defend this. I would not have spent so much time on something just for a TV show! I share so much of my life on a reality show, that contemplating whether to even film my wedding was a tough decision to make, and maybe it turned out to not be the smartest decision. But it's who I am! We filmed Kourtney giving birth, Khloe getting married, break ups, make ups, our best moments and our worst moments. These were all real moments. That's what makes us who we are. We share, we give, we love and we are open!
Everyone that knows me knows that I'm a hopeless romantic! I love with all of my heart and soul. I want a family and babies and a real life so badly that maybe I rushed in to something too soon. I believed in love and the dream of what I wanted so badly. I felt like I was on a fast roller coaster and couldn't get off when now I know I probably should have. I got caught up with the hoopla and the filming of the TV show that when I probably should have ended my relationship, I didn't know how to and didn't want to disappoint a lot of people.
I'm being honest here and I hope you respect my courage because this isn't easy to go through. But I do know that I have to follow my heart. I never had the intention of hurting anybody and I accept full responsibility for my actions and decisions, and for taking everyone on this journey with me. It just didn't turn out to be the fairy tale I had so badly hoped for.
There are also reports that I made millions of dollars off of the wedding. These reports are simply not true and it makes me so sad to have to even clarify this. I'm so grateful to everyone who took the time to come to my wedding and I'll be donating the money for all the gifts to the Dream Foundation.
I'm sorry if I have hurt anyone, but my dad always told me to follow my heart I believe now that I really am."
Nicole Fukuoka
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Archive for October 2010
The Kimberley – Darwin to Cape Leveque
THE KIMBERLEY – Darwin to Cape Leveque
This entry is even more of a journal and less of a coherent narrative than usual. Except for the occasional, weak signal we were without internet from Darwin until Cape Leveque and simply cleaning up my daily notes seemed the easiest and best way to give a picture of the last weeks, given the number of places we've visited and the various challenges that have kept us occupied.
Just a few notes:
To find a location in Google Earth, one must enter the latitude and longitude in one of the following specific ways:
37 25'19.07″N, 122 05'06.24″W or 37 25 19.07 N, 122 05 06.24 W
Google Earth doesn't accept degree signs and also wants an extra number to the right of the decimal point, which our GPS doesn't provide. I didn't realise this until now. Sorry! If you move the cursor around until the figures at the bottom of the Google Earth page match those of our anchorages, you'll be close.
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The Kimberley is spectacular and picturesque and we've travelled much too fast to have caught more than a glimpse of what the area has to offer, but we haven't done too badly considering our jack-rabbit progress.
The straight line distance between the King Edward River estuary and Yampi Sound is approximately 400 kilometres, whereas the actual length of coastline between them is about 12,850 kilometres and includes 2,581 mapped islands. To properly appreciate the specially lovely and remote places of the Kimberley, one would need months. There are narrow river canyons, small bays tucked behind peninsulas, islands, beaches made of quartz crystals, caves decorated with Aboriginal art, unusual animals, beautiful waterfalls, spectacular cliffs and interesting hikes.
Quite aside from the sheer distances involved, one of the reasons cruisers need so much time to be able to explore the shallow waters with a dinghy, and to venture in and out of the deeply indented coastline, are the 5-10 metre tides characteristic of this part of the Australian coast. Boats must wait for high tides to cross sandbars, rising or ebbing tides to get into or out of rivers or through narrow passages, slack tides to avoid tidal flows of 5+ knots in contrary directions within short distances, Neap tides for anchoring close to shore and for less tidal movement, Spring tides in order to venture far up river canyons. And it's a good idea to move slowly when navigating in areas where large portions of the chart are marked 'inadequately surveyed'. In fact, there's a website which has a whole section devoted to the Kimberley's uncharted rocks and hazards which have been discovered – often abruptly – by cruisers.
That said, the photos in the gallery are mostly lithic. That's because unless one gets off the boat, which we seldom did, rocks are what one sees. On the other hand, a lot of geology has happened here and some of what remains is pretty dramatic.
Most of the landscape we passed as we sailed along the Kimberley coast is composed of sedimentary and igneous rock which forms part of the Pre-Cambrian Shield of the Proterozoic Eon. That was 1500-2250 million years ago, give or take a few million years, and I photographed some of the oldest rock visible on the planet. To give some perspective to these figures: simple multi-cellular organisms evolved about 1200 million years ago, Australia separated from Antarctica about 70 million years ago, and the first humans came to Australia about 70,000 years ago.
The black patches and streaks that can be seen on many of the rock faces in the photographs are 'desert patina ' composed of iron, silica and manganese oxides leached from soil and rock by moisture. It can take 2,000 years to form, which means that the complex but stupid multi-cellular organisms that scratch their names on patinated boulders and cliffs will have achieved a kind of immortality – as well as earning the heartfelt curses of generations of subsequent passers-by.
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Joseph Bonaparte Gulf – nights of September 15th & 16th
The Joseph Bonaparte Gulf is named for Napoleon's brother. This honour may not have been a compliment, given it is infamous for strong currents, short, steep seas and nasty weather.
The passage from Darwin took 48 hours, during which we covered about 275 miles. We were lucky enough to have calm, slightly foggy conditions during the first 24 hours and only a few squalls during the latter part of the trip. We had to slow down in order not to arrive after nightfall, though, which made the boat roll dreadfully.
The fridge stopped working en route after having become ever feebler during the stopover in Darwin. It now comes on occasionally when the main engine or generator is running. This keeps the cooling plate just chilly enough that the temperature inside remains at between 15 and 20 ° C, which is the equivalent of a nice summer's day in England. Even this is better than the outside ambient temperature of 28 – 30° C. and will keep the citrus fruits, onions and spuds from rotting immediately. A few things that must be kept properly cold are now in the small portable fridge/freezer The Captain hopefully brought along to augment the main freezer in case he caught a lot of fish.
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'Jim's Bay' – September 17th
This was the first available decent anchorage after crossing the Gulf. In fact, the bay has no name on the appropriate Australia chart, but was given this one by cruisers and that's what's it's called in the Fremantle Sailing Club's 'Western Australian Cruising Guide', which we are using as a pilot book.
Here, and when rounding Cape Londonderry, the view is of low, crumbling cliffs of red & whitish rock that stretch along the shore. The sea is a turbid green. The scrubby vegetation is sparse, clinging to the thin, exhausted topsoil. The Cape is the most northern part of the mainland of Western Australia, and is "…to be approached with extreme caution. There is often a strong tidal flow, and when there is a strong easterly wind the result can be extremely steep and dangerous breaking seas." Luckily, we had almost no wind at all, to The Captain's disgust and my delight.
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Cape Talbot – September 18th
A decent anchorage. A long, long beach here, mangroves & rocks. Nothing to photograph, though.
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McGowan Island Beach & Camp, Napier Broome Bay – 19th & 20th September
This was intended to be a quick refuelling stop only, after which we had planned to anchor in the opposite side of the bay. At every marina and sailing club since Airlie Beach, leaflets had been displayed advertising a fuel barge at this location during the 2010 Kimberley cruising season. But when we neared the area we saw only another yacht and some scattered buildings half-hidden by surprisingly lush vegetation.
We were anchored by lunchtime and immediately launched the dinghy. This takes 1 ½ hours and an equal amount of time is required to put it back, which is why we often didn't bother going to shore after a long day's sailing if we intended to leave again the next morning. I motored off with our 4 empty jerry-cans to get fuel, but before scouting around on shore I decided to pull up to the neighbouring yacht 'Outsider', which had a friendly aura about it, to say hello and enquire about the barge-less state of affairs. As it turned out Outsider's inhabitants – Ian and Wendy – were very friendly indeed, as well as knowledgeable. Ian also brews exceedingly good beer on board! We sampled this while enjoying their company over drinks the next two evenings.
They had mentioned, when I told them of our plans, that high wind warnings were forecast for the next two days. When I returned to The Boat and reported this, The Captain decided to stay where we were until the weather settled down. The anchorage was secure and pleasant, the company interesting, the water was clear and jellyfish floated by looking like giant pink powder puffs. There was no reason to move on in the face of opposition.
Fuel was to be got – not from a barge but from a tanker truck, parked by a giant boab tree slightly back from the beach. It was dispensed by Robert, who was to be found in the main building of the camp when he wasn't out taking his boys fishing. He explained that this was the first year he and his wife were offering this facility and that it had been a reasonably successful venture.
It's obvious that the owners of the McGowan Island Camp are putting in an enormous amount of work to improve the place. Young coconut trees line the red dirt road, small lawns under the huge mango trees were being watered, and generally the atmosphere is a hopeful one. A few years ago it was pretty desolate, according to a couple I spoke with who were car-camping there and who spend several months every year exploring the Kimberley and Northern Territory.
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Freshwater Bay – 21st September
The trip from McGowan Island Beach started out most excellently. Ian called up on VHF to wish us Bon Voyage, the weather was fine and the wind just right. We both began to entertain the hope that – just possibly – the last part of our voyage might prove to be relatively problem-free and pleasant. But so far, agreeable conditions have always presaged imminent disaster of some kind and this time was no exception.
A few hours later the auto-pilot and chart plotter quit again. The Captain thought he'd fixed that recurrent problem after calling the service manager in New Zealand and getting a possible diagnosis and solution. They came on again after 5 minutes and some re-booting, but the fear remains that any day now they will quit permanently and we'll have to hand-steer for hundreds of miles.
Then about mid-day smoke began pouring from the generator. This had overheated because, as we found out later, the salt water pump had died (it pumps salt water into the system to cool the fresh water that cools the engine). In retrospect, it's unnerving how long it took us to realise there was a problem. Because the wind was blowing from the land, carrying with it the smell of bush fires, I didn't register the faint odour of smoke in the boat as anything to worry about. The Captain has little sense of smell anyway and relies on sound, lights and alarms to warn him of malfunctions, but the warning light was on a panel below. The air currents from the boat's movement kept the smoke within the cabin. It was only by chance that I went below and saw what was happening.
Without the generator, of course, the water-maker won't work. The Captain has finally had enough of doing repairs and having something else go wrong immediately afterwards – usually something previously 'fixed' by professionals. He's tired of having to rush, spending only one night at every anchorage and having to move on again without a chance to relax. I've already expressed my opinion about the hassle-to-pleasure ratio of this exercise, but am now half-beginning to believe that short of having an exorcism performed, nothing we can do will stop the series of problems that have plagued this boat since the day we left Richmond.
The anchorage is pretty though, the holding is good, and in better circumstances we might have enjoyed it.
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Parry Harbour – 22nd September
To get here we rounded Cape Bougainville and passed Hat Point. This doesn't really look much like a hat except from one angle of approach, but with so many geographical features to name and a limited number of saints, days of the week, months of the year, members of European royal families, famous naval figures and random illustrious personages to honour, explorers' imaginations probably got a bit stretched.
The harbour is large and protected and the holding is tenacious, to say the least. It stank of mangrove swamp where we were anchored, though, and wasn't very interesting. The Captain spent the afternoon working heroically on the generator pump until it got too dark to see. He thinks he's identified the problem; whether it can be solved remains to be seen.
In the meantime, I sort through the vegetables in the fridge every evening and throw out the ones that have gone mouldy or slimy. The chilli I made for dinner required too much water for washing up, so I shan't be doing much cooking until we can fill the water tanks a few days from now at Silver Gull Creek and refuel at adjacent Dog Leg Creek. We each wash from a plastic bowl in about a litre of water a night, which doesn't really suffice. We'll have to keep being very careful with water until we get to Perth because the pump will not be reliable even if it can be fixed temporarily. We – and the boat – are sticky, grubby, smelly, tired of hassles and irritated with each other.
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Krait Bay, just east of Cape Voltaire – 23 September
The vertical rock faces along the waterline of some islands we passed en route were fissured into such regular blocks that they looked almost like ruined masonry: castles and fortified walls destroyed by siege, then shattered into rubble by earthquake so that only the foundations remain, ancient stones bleached to pale apricot and parchment by the fierce sunlight.
The bay itself is surrounded by low, not especially distinctive hills and small, white sand beaches.
We arrived early and spent the afternoon trying to fix the water pump. Once again The Captain couldn't get as far back into the dirty, spiky hole under the cockpit as I can in order to wiggle things about or unscrew them, so in I went. He decided the motor may have quit, so he replaced the new pump – installed in New Zealand, mind you! – with the old pump he had kept. But when he turned on the generator, although the pump motor functioned, water wasn't going through the system and being expelled with the exhaust from the thru-hull in the back of the boat.
So he transferred the new pump's impeller – a sort of flanged rubber wheel that pushes water into the system – into the old pump, isolated the hose leading from the pump by detaching the far end of it, and turned on the generator again. Success! Water came out of the pipe. So he reattached the other end and turned the generator on once more. Woe! Water and exhaust still weren't coming out the thru-hull. This meant the pump motor had been the initial culprit, but we now had to find the proximate cause of the problem.
The Captain began dismantling things further along the line and then we made the grim discovery that the short pipe coming out of the exhaust water lock had melted into a blackened, distorted stump. The 'exhaust water lock' can also be called the 'muffler', but it serves the additional purpose of ensuring that in a following sea, water doesn't get pushed back up the main engine's exhaust pipe like a marine enema. It looks like a convoluted plastic box with a pipe coming out at each end.
This was a setback. But after I weaselled the muffler out from its nest of rubber pipes, I was able to remove some of the melted obstruction with a hot-knife and then push a small section of flexible plastic hose into the resulting hole. Then we measured the thick rubber pipe coming out of the engine – the one which carries the exhaust gases from both engines to the muffler. The Captain found a thinner plastic pipe from his pipes stash that would fit snugly when forced into the rubber engine pipe. The idea was to shove the other end of that pipe over the small pipe coming from the muffler, secure everything with gaffer tape, and hope this temporary arrangement would work long enough for us to get to Broome.
Then we had to stop because it got dark. After dinner, The Captain suddenly remembered that he has a fibreglass patching kit – originally intended for the boat's hull in case it got damaged – in his small mountain of spare gear. He suggested that we make a new pipe for the muffler instead of relying on a "bodge job" which he thought would be sure to fail. This did make sense, but also meant the work we'd already done had been a complete waste of time, which was depressing.
We were very dirty and couldn't wash properly.
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Shelter Bay, Prudhoe Island, Bonaparte Archipelago – 24 & 25th September
We motored over a smooth, milky green sea on which many small, buff-coloured, flat-bottomed islands seemed to float. They were exactly the same shapes and sizes as the puffy, flat-bottomed white clouds floating above them in a lacquer-blue sky. The effect was curiously artificial.
Shelter Bay is almost landlocked and Quoy Island lies opposite the opening, so once we'd motored inside we felt completely encircled and guarded by the high reddish bluff of Gaimard Island which we had passed on the way in. The view was pleasant, but by early afternoon, when we anchored, it was already very hot and completely windless. I rigged a couple of bed sheets over the boom and tied them to the safety lines to provide a bit of shade for the deck, which helped keep the temperatures in the cabin bearable.
We immediately began working on the muffler. I made a template-cum-foundation out of a 4 inch piece of brown Manila envelope while we detached the muffler and cut out the remaining blackened, distorted plastic stump to make a round hole. Then it was time to mix the resin and hardener, paint some onto the template, then dip cut-up fibreglass into the rest of the rapidly warming goop and attach the template to the muffler with the resulting sticky, fibrous wads. This went well and after waiting an hour the template and foundation were firm enough to add layers of woven fibreglass and more of the chopped stuff to build up a 3 inch pipe. Then the result had to cure.
That night, after The Captain had fallen asleep under the soothing breeze of a fan, I went out on deck to cool off and enjoy a bit of peace. We'd been sweating all afternoon in a stifling hot, cluttered, confined, dirty space. The stars were crystal-clear and because the moon had not yet risen, Venus threw a bright path on the midnight-blue water. The surrounding hills were barely visible as darker silhouettes in the near distance and I could hear the soft plosive of a dolphin breathing in the dark as it circled the bay.
The next morning, the resin was not as hard as it should have been. This was because we'd got the proportion of resin to hardener wrong. Many expletives. Because the anchorage was secure and attractive, we decided to spend an extra day there in order to get the job done. We began all over again. This time we got it right, because the resin/fibreglass mixture turned hard almost immediately. It was only with the greatest difficulty that I was able to persuade The Captain to let the resin cure for the advised 24 hours. I was as eager as he to wash properly, but simply couldn't cope with the idea of a third attempt.
We went to bed feeling slightly more cheerful. At 5:00 the next morning when I went on deck with my cup of coffee the moon was still in the sky, the water was like glass, and the landscape was bleached by the pale pre-dawn light. The sight was so utterly lovely that I spent the next hour watching the sun rise and gradually paint the surrounding rock faces gold.
We left on the low tide and promptly scraped our hull on an uncharted rock/reef in the ostensibly clear passage between Gaimard and Quoy Islands. We turned the boat smartly around and left the way we'd entered the bay – the long way round!
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Ivy Cove, Glauert Island (Glavert Island) – 26th September
As we approached this anchorage, which lies in a narrow passage between Glauert and Gray Islands, the vegetation became taller and denser and the cliffs along the shore became composed of dark basalt rather than the pink and orange sedimentary layers we'd mostly encountered so far. The pilot book advises that the anchorage is notable for a large boab tree set slightly behind a small beach, which turned out to be a useful bit of information.
The boab (Adansonia gregorii) is a very strange-looking tree, endemic to Australia, though it has relatives in Madagascar and Africa. We saw many solitary specimens growing at the ends of peninsulas in the most inhospitable parts of the surrounding landscape, like lonely outcasts. The Aboriginals call it 'the upside-down tree' and one of their legends recounts that the boab was originally created by the Tree God to be beautiful and bear delicious fruit. But the tree misbehaved and the God became so angry that he yanked the misbehaving boab out of the ground and stuck it back upside down.
The moment we'd anchored The Captain started the generator and it worked, so he immediately filled the water tanks. Thank goodness! Now we just keep our fingers crossed that the mended pipe stays intact until we get to Broome, where 'civilisation' begins again.
At 6am the next morning, a terrific racket heralded the arrival of a flock of sulphur-crested cockatoos at least 200 strong. They wheeled and whirled in the sky like a snow flurry, wings flashing white as they caught the slanting early sunlight, before they all disappeared behind a nearby hill.
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Hanover Bay Inlet, Hanover Bay – 27th September
Leaving Ivy Cove we made our way down the centre of the passage between the two islands, with me as lookout on the bow. We encountered no obstacles and the only marked hazard – a large rock that would have been submerged had the tide been high – was prominent. Once again the sea was smooth and we motored all day because there hardly a breath of wind. The Captain gets very cross when this happens, although we have plenty of fuel. I love it because the boat is so much steadier, keeping the dread seasickness at bay! We saw several whales – mostly mothers with calves.
Sheer, flat-topped red cliffs rise straight from the sea on both sides of Hanover Bay Inlet and we anchored on the western side, just under a towering wall of crumbling red stone partly overgrown with white-trunked ghost gums that clung to every available crevice and formed small groves where the cliffs had collapsed and formed piles of talus.
White, cotton-wool clouds had been riding in the sky all morning, gathering in rebellious groups on the horizon as the afternoon progressed. By dusk these had become towering thunderclouds in the far distance behind the cliffs on the opposite shore and lightening began flickering within the bruise-coloured depths. Within 5 minutes the mass of clouds was lit from within like a gigantic, misshapen Chinese lantern by almost continuous sheets and flashes of lightning. The drama took place in utter silence because the storm was too far away for us to hear the thunder. We watched while eating dinner, but after about an hour – by this time the storm had spread along most of the horizon and showed no sign of weakening – we went to bed, The Captain muttering that with our luck, the damned thing would come our way and blow the rest of the electronics.
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Deception Bay – 28th September
This was a good anchorage and the bay is free of hazards, so had we wanted to come in after dark it would not have been dangerous. However, the landscape was dull and featureless, with some hills so low they barely deserve the name and covered with sparse, scraggly vegetation. We had been told fishing is excellent at the anchorage in the north-eastern end of the bay near the river, but we anchored in the south-western end because it offered better protection from the wind.
The Captain did put a baited hook out at dusk, but caught only a baby shark about 18" long. I held it gently round the middle while he got pliers to take the hook out, and so I had a chance to admire it in the beam of a flash light. It was pale and slightly translucent – the colour of alabaster – and its skin was smooth, with a faint texture rather like that of soft, very fine suede. All the features that make sharks the creatures of nightmares were present, but in perfect, supple, beautiful miniature. Once the hook was out I threw the shark back into the water and it zipped away, seemingly unharmed.
Departure was at 2:30 am in order to make sure the tidal flow would be with us to the next anchorage. That meant getting up at 1:30 am.
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Between Raft Point & Bluff Head, Doubtful Bay – 29th & 30th September
On our way down the coast we passed Langgi, where strange rock formations look like Indian temples and crowds of people along the shore. We weren't close enough to take good photos, but we were able to get a good look with binoculars.
Raft Point is a popular anchorage for cruisers wishing to see the low tide expose Montgomery Reef, or admire nearby Aboriginal rock art sites and do day sails in the area. We did none of these, alas, although I wanted to and we had been told the sight of Montgomery Reef is not to be missed. We used Raft Point as a convenient place from which set out to cross the better part of Collier Bay before the terrifically strong tidal flows around the reef turned against us. It's called Raft Point because the Aboriginal inhabitants of this area used it as a launching point for their rafts, which they took to Montgomery Reef more than 10 miles to the north-west, where they hunted and caught dugong and then floated them back with the favourable current.
We entered via Foam Passage, where a current that can reach 6 knots whips the surface of the water to froth. The anchorage itself is spectacularly beautiful and, because we'd got under way so early that morning and had the prospect of another revoltingly early departure, we decided to remain an extra day. The engines were both due for an oil change anyway and The Captain had other maintenance he wanted to take care of. I did the laundry, cleaned up, cooked, and photographed the surrounding cliffs and islands at various times of day; it was not quite Monet's cathedral at Rouen, but his enchantment with the effects of changing light on stone became understandable.
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Between Melomys Island & Kingfisher Island – 1st October
The autopilot has died. The Captain was unable to boot it up, and we left Hall Point at 3:30am with him hand steering. Luckily the sea was calm again.
Just east of Kingfisher Island our 3G network suddenly came alive for about an hour and we had internet for the first time since leaving Darwin. I pounced and got all our e-mails, sent a few quick ones and was able to upload a few photos before the signal weakened. Although we lost the internet the phone connection remained strong, so we were able to call New Zealand again about the autopilot. Unfortunately, after a long discussion with the service manager, some diagnostic tests and much rebooting, they determined that the compass is at fault. It comes on, but is unable to communicate with the autopilot. When on the compass display setting, the screen reads: NFU. No Fucking Use – well, that's accurate, at least!
This unexpectedly lovely anchorage was a small compensation for our troubles. Nothing had been said about it in our pilot book, other than that the eastern entrance is shallow, navigable, but subject to severe tidal rips. We went the long way round, of course. As we came around Kingfisher Island we saw another mother whale with baby. She was basking peacefully on the surface of water so smooth, it might as well have been a duck pond in one of London's parks. Occasionally she exhaled a small fountain of spray while her youngster surfaced and dived around her. We motored very slowly so as not to disturb them, feeling slightly guilty, but she didn't move.
We tucked into a cove just inside the eastern entrance between the islands, the holding was good and there was no swell. Had the wind been stronger though, that might not have been the case. From the boat we seemed almost completely landlocked, encircled by low, rolling hills covered with an almost park-like combination of graceful eucalyptus trees and short grass. Just opposite from where we were anchored, a cut rock face exposed snazzy red and white diagonal racing stripes and that evening we watched another thunderstorm – this one not quite as magnificently operatic as that in Hanover Bay Inlet, but a respectable effort nonetheless.
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Silver Gull Creek, Yampi Sound, the Buccaneer Archipelago – 2nd October
We left Kingfisher Island at 4:30 am. It was still dark, but the moon was paling before the dawn. The air was still, and the day promised to be even hotter than usual.
Anchoring at Silver Gull Creek had originally been a priority for the sake of the fresh water to be had there, which we didn't need any more because our fibreglass work seemed to be holding up. But although theoretically we had more than enough fuel on board to get us to Broome and beyond, we decided we might as well top up.
We motored around the outside of Koolan Island and from there back down to Yampi Sound rather than take The Gutter and The Canal between Koolan Island and the mainland. We've come to mistrust these narrow passages. Once we had passed the dense, dark red haematite shores of the Iron Islands and Koolan Island, the landscape consisted of rounded hills meeting the water in gentle, fawn coloured, parabolic curves lightly covered with the usual pale gum trees and scrub. This is where we saw 3 dolphins of a variety we hadn't encountered before. They were pale beige and their heads were blunt and bulging rather than the sleek, pointed snouts we were accustomed to.
Later, I did a bit of research and found they had been Australian snubfin dolphins, a rare and only recently identified species.
Further into the inlet leading to Silver Gull Creek, we came to a cliff face made of fine sedimentary layers which had been violently twisted and upended vertically to form a fan shape. Where the hills met the water, smooth ground opened into gashes lined with shattered layers of blue-grey slate, which also formed menacing promontories on either side of us. Startling enough, but upon closer inspection with binoculars we could see that some of the slopes near the shoreline were spiked with of shards of razor-edged blue slate arranged in rows, the tips stained a rusty-red colour unpleasantly reminiscent of dried blood. It was as if the hills had been sown with dragons' teeth. A rather disquieting landscape.
We anchored, then called the fuel barge and pontoon in neighbouring Dog Leg Creek on VHF16, and were told we were in good time to re-fuel at the high tide. This we did, then motored back and re-anchored. That night the sea was more bioluminescent than we had ever seen and anything thrown overboard provoked an explosion of light. I dragged the fishing net through the water and created nebulae, fish swimming by the boat glimmered in the deep, and when we left the next morning before dawn our bow wave sparkled like a twin Milky Way, and our wake glowed behind us like a comet's tail.
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Sunday Island, Buccaneer Archipelago – 3rd October
King Sound has some of the strongest tidal flows and greatest tidal ranges in The Kimberley and because The Captain was doing most of the hand-steering it would have been very difficult to make it all the way to Cape Leveque. Even there, the anchorages we could have reached in one day's sail are relatively unsatisfactory.
So we spent the night at Sunday Island. One doesn't feel very secure here. Although we anchored within a small bay, that's stretching the definition of the word. It might as well have been Grand Central Station when it came to currents and had the weather been boisterous we'd have been very nervous indeed, as the anchorage is surrounded by reefs.
There was little to see or photograph, though there was some bioluminescence, this time in the form of long, glowing strings that floated by on the current like discarded party decorations.
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Thomas Bay, Cape Leveque -4th & 5th October
The waters between Sunday Island and Cape Leveque were roiling with contrary currents, rips and little whirlpools. We sailed with the tide part of the way and there was little wind, which was a blessing. Had there been a stiff breeze the going would have been difficult.
We're now out of The Kimberley and anchorages seem to have become almost nominal. In our pilot book the phrase 'anchorage has been taken at' is used frequently for this area, as if to say, 'For anyone daft enough to have to hang out in this area overnight, you just might get away with slinging your hook here'. This particular anchorage is very rolly – almost like heaving-to – in spite of the light winds. The shore is one long, white sand beach except at one end, where the white sand meets a low red rock escarpment.
The Captain has now definitively traced the problem with a sporadically malfunctioning GPS to the generator: when that is turned on, the GPS goes off and the course computer becomes erratic. The cables to these units are properly screened, but they end in plugs. These plugs end in 'networking plugs' which were installed 60 cm away from a 210 amp Balmar alternator. The plugs could be temporarily screened with aluminium foil, but that's hardly a solution.
Expressed in layman's terms: the alternator is leaking electricity, driving the GPS and course computer mad. So all those old ladies who are afraid of electricity leaking from sockets aren't so weird, and the tin-foil hat brigade are right after all. The situation as it stands isn't great. The generator and GPS and course computer can't be on at the same time, the fluxgate compass has gone catatonic and can't communicate with the outside world and we have no autopilot – in spite of the fact that we had two separate systems installed as a safety measure. The generator and water maker are relying for life on an old pump and our fibreglass DIY project. Oh – and the freezer is dying, the fridge effectively dead.
We might be able to get the autopilot fixed in Broome and The Captain has contemplated flying someone he can trust up from Perth to do the job. A new fluxgate compass could be sent overnight by the New Zealand company who provided the original. We should be able to get a replacement pump and new muffler and have those installed. A new compressor might solve those refrigeration problems, or they could be related to leaking gas….who knows?
There's no calculating how long these repairs will take or if they'd be effective. Certainly until now repairs have never solved problems for long and often create new ones. Nothing can be done about the proximity of alternator and networking plugs without fitting suppressors (aluminium foil with a university degree, as far as I understand it) and moving some of the electrical system to another part of the boat.
We were able to arrange a mooring in Broome, but because of the strong tidal flows a small dinghy like ours can only be used to get to and from shore during the brief period of slack tide, which occurs only every 6 hours at varying times of day and night. The boat has to be below 30° South by the 1st November, which is the official beginning of the cyclone season, or the insurance will not cover damage if we should get caught in a 'named' storm. Time for some hard thinking.
The Captain has decided at this point – all things considered – that he no longer has enough confidence in The Boat's vital systems to feel comfortable taking her any further than Broome. We have already logged 2,900 miles since leaving Brisbane and from Broome it is another 1,200 miles to Perth. We would be travelling to a deadline, with headwinds a certainty, along a dangerous coast with few places to pull in should we hit bad weather and even those giving little protection. If something major did go wrong again there would be nowhere to get it fixed until we were very close to Perth. With just two of us on board it would be all too easy to get into serious trouble, if only due to simple fatigue.
We have excellent 3G access here, so we're staying an extra day while The Captain investigates the possibility of getting The Boat hauled in Broome and having her brought south by truck or loaded onto a large ship and brought down by sea. He's rejected the idea of hiring a crew to take the boat to Perth on the grounds that if he no longer trusts the boat's navigational systems it isn't right to send other people out on her.
We should be in Broome by Sunday, and that's all for now!
Much love,


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Gosh, I thought, my old Air Force mentor is still fondly remembered.
Spring is here again. Up on "the Charlotte Road," we can tell things are starting to bloom and blossom.
We're seeing a few more pickups on the road that are pulling trailers loaded down with string trimmers, lawn tractors and gas cans.
I guess these folks have begun their annual trek to some of the more affluent homes to manicure lush lawns and trim shrubbery and shape up those ornamental topiaries.
Times sure have changed; cutting grass has now evolved into mowing and lawn maintenance.
For some reason, boys of all ages (including me) have a lifelong fascination and obsession with automobiles.
It's something we grew up with, or at least I did.
In back of our house was a magnificent, full-size garage complete with windows, a wooden floor, workbench and hinged doors.
To one side of it was a slanted shed where the Model A was kept.
We called it the "big car shed." It was home to "Old Betsy," our big, black four-door Dodge.
We always kept the garage doors closed up tight whenever Old Betsy was home.
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Tangy and sweet this homemade corn relish is a go-to item in my pantry. It has been incorporated into many meals over the last year. My favorite use was to add a couple dollops to sour cream and enjoy it as salad dressing. I've also put it on burgers and mixed it into chicken salad. It was delicious with Thanksgiving turkey.
Not only does this corn relish bring a burst of texture and flavor, it adds gorgeous color. The turmeric deepens the sweet corn to a lovely gold, add in the red flecks from the bell pepper, and you've got a beautiful spoonful.
I plucked this recipe out of the July 2010 Better Homes and Gardens. I made it because I thought it was pretty and since I had green pickles and red tomato sauce I thought it would add another color to my cabinet. I didn't really care if it tasted good.
I have no idea what blue ribbon it won, but I can see why it won. It is both pretty and tasty. The only thing I changed was to reduce the amount of celery seeds from two teaspoons to just one because they were over powering. I'm not a big celery fan.
I made this recipe last year, but I wasn't sure if I liked it so I didn't share it with you all. Now I am sure. This relish will liven up your meals as a topping or a mix-in.
I have to make more while there is still sweet corn to be put up. Here's the recipe, enjoy:
16-20 ears of fresh sweet corn (8 cups)
2 cups water
3 cups of celery (6 stalks)
1 1/2 cups chopped red sweet pepper
1 cup chopped onion (2 medium)
2 1/2 cups vinegar
1 3/4 cups sugar
4 teaspoons dry mustard
2 teaspoons pickling salt
1 teaspoon celery seeds
1 teaspoon ground turmeric
3 tablespoons cornstarch
- Shuck the corn and make sure you get all the silk off the ears. Cut the corn off the cobs, do not scrape the cobs. Measure 8 cups of corn and put them in a sauce pan with 2 cups of water. Bring to a boil; reduce heat and simmer, covered for 5 minutes or until the corn is almost tender. Drain the water off.
- In the same pot, combine the cooked corn, celery, peppers and onion. Stir in vinegar, sugar, mustard, pickling salt, celery seeds and turmeric. Bring to a boil and let simmer for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Stir together cornstarch with 2 tablespoons water; add to corn mixture. Cook, stirring until slightly thickened and bubbly; cook and stir 2 minutes more. The mixture will start to thicken.
- Meanwhile, prepare jars by sterilizing them. Ladle the hot relish into jars. Leave a half inch head space. Wipe the jar rims with a clean towel and top with lids and bands. Process filled jars in a boiling-water canner for 15 minutes. Start timing when the water returns to a boil. Remove jars; cool on wire racks and then store in a cool, dark place. Refrigerate after opening.


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Rob Sabin was between a colorful rock and a hard place.
The annual Florida-Georgia game in 2015 consisted of its usual split stadium; red and black blanketing one side, orange and blue highlighting the other. Fans were vehemently cheering on their team and for many, their alma mater. Thus was the case with two young ladies in the stands, seated in close proximity to their current rival, separated only by a very biased version of Switzerland.
Rob recalls-"My sister [who graduated from Georgia] came down this past year so I'm sitting between my wife and sister. One has on red and black and the other has on orange and blue and I just kind of have my hands crossed in my lap like 'This is great. I'm really enjoying this.' I enjoy the game, so I pay attention to what's going on and try to keep everybody happy."
These situations have become old hat for Rob and his wife Amanda now.
As graduates and fans of rival SEC schools, the Sabin's (yes that's their real name) have created a mix marriage of sorts, starting with a wedding reception that took the college football Internet world by storm…but that story will come in just a bit.
In creating this mixed marriage, or "divided house" as the license plates so elegantly word it, Amanda and Rob, along with couples all over the southeast, show us some basic rules to live by in relationships…especially during football season. Before getting to these life lessons though, it's important to first learn more about the two as individuals.
Rob, a native of Georgia, attended the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. A massive fan of the Crimson Tide, he took on a sense of notoriety about halfway through his freshman year when a certain Nick Saban was hired as the new head coach for Alabama. Suddenly, Rob had to show people his license so they'd believe that his last name really was Sabin, because despite being spelled differently, they are pronounced the same. But then, it started to work in his favor.
"I'd be dropping off my dry cleaning and the lady would be like 'are you kin to Nick?' and I'd say 'yes mam, Uncle Nick' just joking around and they'd be like 'all right we'll have this ready for you in 12 hours, expedite it for you.' And getting reservations at restaurants that were full. It worked to my favor in Tuscaloosa as you can imagine, but I couldn't get a glass of water in Auburn if I tried. Or Gainesville for that matter."
Amanda, a native of sunny Florida, followed her family legacy to the University fo Florida and her beloved Gators.
"I'm a hard core Gator fan. I knew from the time I was born that I was gonna go to University of Florida, I went to grad school at University of Florida, I'm die hard."
The close proximity to Gainesville allows for frequent trips (it takes about two hours to travel from Ormond Beach to Ben Hill Griffin Stadium) and Amanda's family which now includes her Bama husband take advantage.
"We average four a season," explains Rob. "I wear white to the games."
And there in lies the compromise, which Sunday afternoon Hallmark movies say is the key to marriage.
There are several unwritten rules, which Amanda and Rob apply to their mixed marriage to better survive football season, and that will now be passed on to any other couple needing advice.
In a family that bleeds orange and blue, Amanda ran the risk of some judgment by bring in this Crimson man. Luckily her father knows his limits as well, and has passed that on to their marriage.
"My dad's pretty ok with [Alabama]," Amanda explains. "He kind of holds onto the old ideals so he was like 'as long as he's not a Miami fan he's fine' so I think that was ok but my dad likes to needle him, give him a hard time."
So while Rob is appreciative that his tales of more recent national championships are somewhat allowed at Gator Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings, he has his own limits as well.
Guawfing, he lets it be known, "Nah nah, you'd never see me do the Gator chomp."
Compromise/ Support
While Rob will never be seen doing the Gator chomp, he does relent on some traditions. After all marriage is about compromise…and keeping the mother-in-law happy.
"He does have to stand up and sway during [We Are the Boys]," Amanda says, "because the first time I took him to a game, my mom and dad have seats up higher, and she had her binoculars out to watch what Rob was gonna do when we sang We Are the Boys and he sat down through it and I had to sway around him and my mom had some words with him. And he'll never sit down through that ever again. He stands up, he doesn't sing, but he stands up because she said 'if you're not gonna stand up then you get out of the way!' He learned pretty quickly."
There are times though Rob may be missing from The Swamp for a whole quarter or more. Because while he's happily there with his wife and family, he still has allegiances to honor.
"We go with her family a lot to Florida games, but if Alabama is playing while Florida is playing, I will make sure I'm at a tailgate spot watching the game, then go into the game with them [later]."
Amanda hasn't had to test her allegiances just yet, thanks to scheduling and the much longer trip to Tuscaloosa.
"I haven't been to an Alabama game yet when we weren't playing Florida so I haven't, I mean I sit here and watch all of them with him so I haven't actually been in the stadium for one. But I don't know, I'd probably get into it a little bit."
Lifelong loyalties aside though, they've found a common thread of support for their betrothed.
"I stay pretty neutral," Rob explains. "But at the end of the day, she's my wife and I support her and whatever she enjoys doing. So if she's gonna cheer for the Gators, I'll be there standing behind her…maybe not cheering."
Personal space
Another rule of a successful football season marriage according to Amanda and Rob is the importance of personal space.
"The first or second game that he ever came to with me was Alabama playing Florida in The Swamp," Amanda recalls. "And I brought one of my girlfriends and he brought one of his guy friends from Alabama, it was four years ago, and it was pretty tough. Because first of all I'm dating this Alabama fan, and we're newly dating and I'm still trying to decide 'can I do this'. Gators took an early lead and I'm super excited and then Alabama came back and just crushed us. And we left the stadium and we're sitting in the parking lot at the tailgate and he's all excited and trying to be nice to me and I'm just like 'leave me along, I need a few minutes'.
The situation was closely mirrored just this past season during Amanda's first trip to T-town.
"The first time I took her to Tuscaloosa was this past fall when Alabama played Florida in Tuscaloosa," Rob remembers. "The first half of that game was great. Going into halftime it was a close game. I think Alabama may have only been up by a touchdown. The second half was a blowout and she was not happy, again. Same result, two games in a row. It ended up being ok, we had some friends in town and we had a good time. But same type deal. She needed a couple of hours after game time to cool off.
Amanda feels confident though that eventually Rob will need his own personal space; "We'll have our day when we start winning and then he'll need time to cool off."
There's something to be said for the wedding setting the tone for the marriage. And in the case of Rob and Amanda Sabin their wedding set the tone for a fun marriage, along with letting a vast majority of the college football world in on the fun.
While planning their nuptials in Key West, Rob knew the bar had been set for groom's cakes amongst his friends.
"A couple of my buddies had outlandish grooms cakes. I had a buddy of mine who had the painting of the Sistine Chapel where God is reaching out and touching fingers with Adam and replaced God's face with Bear Bryant and Adam's face with Nick Saban so that's when the wheels started turning. I knew Amanda and I were gonna get married, we were engaged at that point so I guess about eight months I had time to think about it. Then I had another buddy get married and he was a graduate of the University of Georgia and his grooms cake was a life-sized Georgia bulldog holding a life sized Maker's Mark bottle. So I was like I've got to be able to top these. And I think we were at her parents house or something and I looked over at her and was like 'I got it'."
Nick Saban riding an elephant onto the Alabama Crimson Tide football field, holding the BCS National Championship crystal ball.
It sounds like a kids wildest dream, but it was one Rob was determined to see come true. Amanda was the hardest sell as her initial response was "you're out of your mind. They can't do that."
The wedding caterer and the Key West baker were on board though and set out to create a cake that could top all others.
Then the real fun began.
"I knew he was gonna do something crazy Alabama whatever. So I was like 'I'll let it go, whatever'. So I got in contact with the cake baker and said 'I don't care what he does with his grooms cake, just let him do whatever, but make sure the inside of that cake is orange and blue and do not let him find out about it.' So then we went to do cake tastings down at the bakery and he decides he wants chocolate for his cake and I'm [thinking] 'you can't dye chocolate orange and blue. It won't show up'
So then I made a layer of my cake chocolate in case he was mad about not having it and went and changed the inside of his cake. And they nailed it too because at one point the caterer kept saying orange and turquoise and I said no it can't be turquoise. It has to be royal blue, gator blue."
When the wedding day finally arrived, the hustle and bustle pushed the thought of a mere cake far from the bride's mind. Then, it arrived.
"We showed up to the reception venue and the cake baker was just bring the cake in," Amanda explains. "[They] were like do you want to see the cake, so we were like 'yea lets go get a sneak peek'. So we go in and he is freaking out. It was amazing. It looked so good. And the whole time I'm like 'don't spill the beans, don't' spill the beans. Don't anybody say anything'. I'm trying to rush him out; I didn't want anybody to say anything like 'oh wait till you see the inside'.
When the time came to see the inside, Amanda very carefully led him to the moment she had been waiting for.
"You know, there's so much going on around you on your wedding day," says Rob, "that it's hard to focus on one thing, but I remember I kept being guided through the cake cutting process and they were like 'no no'.
So I cut the first cake, which was her cake then I tried to hand her the cutter to cut the second cake which was mine and she was like 'no no you have to cut it' so I was like ok fine I'll cut it. I cut into it and she had the plate right there waiting for it and as the piece of cake turned, I looked at it and…just pure shock and fury…I thought there was gonna be a wedding and a divorce in the same day."
Speaking was out of the question in that moment, and for Rob only song would do.
"I don't know if I could really say much to her at that point. Shortly there after I could hear in the background my friends, after they saw what happened, broke out into the Alabama fight song. So I immediately ran over and joined the crew of guys so I could feel some sense of redemption I guess.
As the internet caught wind of this college football wedding reception showdown, Amanda and Rob saw their funny moment take over the offseason.
"I told her the next day," says Rob, "if this gets picked up, like if the pictures hit the internet, it's gonna break the internet in Alabama and she just laughed and said oh whatever. So Monday morning we wake up and were gonna leave the Keys and I guess somebody had tweeted out a picture and ESPN reporter Darren Rovell picked it up and from there it was just a whirlwind
Amanda: We started getting text messages like 'Oh my God Darren Rovell just tweeted' then it was 'ESPN just tweeted'
Rob: And then articles started coming out all day and the whole ride home, it's about a 6 hour drive, Amanda's on her phone the whole time like 'oh my God Sports Illustrated just wrote an article, oh my God Huffington Post just emailed me for an interview' so it was kind of fun just to watch it all unfold and see what happened."
It's with these five rules that Rob and Amanda Sabin set out to see what else happens in their marriage and life. They'll put them into practice yet again come fall, their fifth football season together, but first as a married couple.
And as their family expends, so will their compromises, but as they've already proven as a mixed married couple, they can find a happy medium for every football related issue…like children.
"Gators obviously," says Amanda confidentially.
"Oh come on," Rob responds. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. (points to Alabama shirt insignia).
"Not Auburn," this from Amanda. "I think we can agree on that.
"We can definitely agree on that."


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Local restaurateur Angelo Mazzone is developing his latest project at the Hilton Garden Inn being built as part of the expansion of Clifton Park Center Mall in Clifton Park.
Mazzone tells me a December opening is forecast for the restaurant, which will have the word Prime in its yet-to-be-finalized name. The name will connect the new restaurant to Mazzone Hospitality's high-end steakhouses in Albany and Saratoga Springs, but the new eatery will be more casual and less expensive.
"There will be prime burgers, great sandwiches and great salads, but the price point will be lower" than at Angelo's 677 Prime and Prime at Saratoga National, Mazzone says. He likened the new Prime venture to the more casual offshoots of Tom Colicchio's Craft brand and of the BLT empire named after the chef Laurent Tourondel.
The executive chef will be Steve Kerzner, a sous chef for Mazzone Hospitality whose duties this summer have rotated among 677 Prime, Prime at Saratoga National, catering events and the Patrons Club at SPAC. The 90-seat restaurant will also have a 4,000-square-foot banquet space.