Capt. Bill Pike's blog
A few weekends ago, I was elbow deep in Betty Jane's annual oil-change (a day-long extravaganza that usually entails, besides the oil deal, a total swap-out of coolant and filters) when I heard something strange and seemingly far off.
A bagpipe? Playing The Marine's Hymn?
There’s more to after-dark navigation than having high-falutin’ electronics onboard.
I'm not going to be unduly negative in the following little dittie I hope, just informative. If you're at all into onboard DIY these days, you've undoubtedly heard of Frogtape, a new product that purports to prevent tape-related bleed-through during painting projects, both big and small. My brother told me about the stuff and, at his behest, I used some on a home-improvement job I had going around the ol' ranchero.
Funny thing about sunsets, a naturally groovy phenomenon you tend to see a lot of while traveling onboard a boat like my relatively slow, leave-at-dawn-arrive-sometime-after-the-moon-comes-up trawler Betty Jane. On the one hand, there's a certain similarity amongst most of them I suppose, but on the other, most all have their unique characteristics, their foibles.
"So just climb in there, Bill," Marc Deppe of Triton Subs told me. "Yup. Yup. That's right. Operating this sub is about as intuitive as breathing."
After a second or two, there I was, seated at the helm of the Triton sub simulator in Vero Beach. With the surface of some computer-generated water dead ahead at about eye-level. And a few computer-generated fish cruising past. And then a shark. Yikes! A hammerhead!
Okay. I'm probably going to create a little controversy with this baby, but what the heck. Over the years, here and there, I've had the opportunity to operate any number of large watercraft, often at night, during bouts of rather snotty weather, and (with what seemed to me like) the highly inconvenient absence of a flying bridge.
Bertram Yachts' 50th Anniversary Was One Helluva Party, Despite The Weather!