October

Above is a picture of the sun rising last week off of the back of my boat. As a rule, I like to avoid waking before noon, but I guess stupid things like "magesty" can sometimes serve as incentives.

A couple of weeks ago, I got to play ultimate with a club based out of LA called Monster. The tournament was Southwest Regionals and was held in Phoenix. The team was fairly good with sever really good players, so we did fairly well despite not having played together too much. It was a great time, Id love to pick up with these guys again sometime.

I made it back to Dylan and Amanda's wedding in Robbinsville, NC. Perfect wedding in my opinion: Not dressy, held outside, bonfire, camping, dancing and lots of good friends. Deckard, pictured below, gave a hilarious toast. Prior to the wedding, Ben, Travis, Keenan, Chelsea and I headed up to Deckard and Katy's house in Black Mountain to hang out. We made it to Alex's camp, where one of his friends, a giant banana, took us swimming.
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Newport Beach, Ca

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same as it ever was

So I'm not sure if anyone is reading this because I haven't seen any feedback in the comments, but I suppose that could be due to the fact that nothing too exciting has happened out of here. Don't get me wrong California is a wonderful place, but I have managed to stay out of the kind of trouble that makes for awesome stories. We spend every other weekend in Catalina. When we are there we basically stay on the boat and make sure everything is running we have gotten to get off and go to the town of Avalon a few times for some meals and some beers, but most of the time we just hang out on the boat beautiful scenery, but not as active as I like to be. When we are not in Catalina, I have been playing some alternate with a team called monster based in Los Angeles, hanging out at some fun bar's in Newport Beach, and doing a little bit of exploring. I found out about a Sushi restaurant grand opening in Chino Hills. $2.50 all you can eat buffet. This is one of the pieces of tuna that later turned into nigiri and sashimi. it looks like a beef shoulder or something:

We made it over to giant Sequoia national for a fun camping trip, up to Los Angeles/Hollywood area for a couch surfing party, a visit with Boz, Weldon, Quin, andD Rob and a day at Venice Beach to watch what David Cross accurately calls the parade of the delusion. Speaking of, I am going back up to Hollywood to see him do some standup on September 21.

As for the future, I plan on back to steamboat for the winter. It was a wonderful place to live last winter and I can't wait to see some snow again. Before that, I hope to see a lot of you in Atlanta and in North Carolina when I come back on the weekend of October 10 Dylan's wedding. I am going to try to make it a long weekend hopefully get it sure about to Athens may be a night at the Chattooga but certainly a few days in Roswelll and the weekend at the wedding and North Carolina. I apologize for some weird spelling and punctuation marks in this posting; I am using a new dictationprogram that writes down everything that I say. It seems to work surprisingly well although it occasionally it types some things incorrectly. I think he got in season and will slow down now that it is after Labor Day, so if anybody is looking for a Southern California vacation, I am up for some adventures. I have to see a rebut he soon, either in Atlanta, North Carolina or steamboat. Heres a picture of one of the many huge sea lions that we see and hear on a daily basis.

Leaving Avalon

Here she is, the old beauty. She was built in the early nineties and completely refit in 2000. She weighs around 200 tons and is 125 feet from bow to stern. There are 2 tenders (dinghies) on the boat deck(second story) which can be lifted into the water via hydraulic davit(crane). This picture was taken in Chula Vista, CA where we lived during the month of June. It is 7 miles from the border just south of san diego and kind of a boring place to be. I hung out in San Diego on evenings and days off.
Heres the crew at a bar in Newport Beach along with some friends. Penny is the stewardess(blue sweatshirt and scott is the captain
Ready for the 4th of July in uniform along with Chef Alex
Here is me working. Picture was taken while watching the LongBeach/Catalina waterski race. The boats used to pull the skiers are gofast/cigarette boats that pull at 70 miles an hour over the length of a 50 mile roundtrip race across open and usually choppy ocean. We saw a high speed crash just before the finish line. The boat we are in is a 28 airship that can do 70 miles an hour. Quite a fun boat, I still haven't perfected the art of docking and have had some bumpy landings, especially in high seas.

This must have been what shel silverstein was talking about.

Lots of stuff since last time

So a multitude of events have raced past me since the bike trip. We finished with many stories and had the most fun-filled adventurous month life of my life. On the trip, I cot a call from a captain that I used to work with, scott, and was offered a job in California. I moved out to san diego on june 4th and began work on "Last Call" in sandiego. We we there for a month, working hard but also generating some awesome stories. Now we are in Newport Beach, Ca. and enjoying the boat, the beach and the crazyness of the Real OC. Im gonna try to get back into this whole blogging thing, so this is a start. This is the moonrise from the aft deck on the boat.

The Big Bike Ride

Sorry for my delay in this blog, but I am alive and well. Last I wrote, I was living in West Palm Beach on a 130' privately owned yacht. The boat was for sale and as a result was just sitting in west palm beach. So I left that job for the end of the ski season in Steamboat, Colorado. A lack of internet coupled with laziness prevented a posting of pictures and stories, but they were numerous and usually well documented. Once this thing is over and I get back to my computer in steamboat, ill get them on the net.

As for "this thing." It is a bike ride from Athens, Georgia to Key West Florida that I am embarking on with to others: Joe Boswell and Josh Turner. Both have blogs that can be found at myspacetimebicycle.blogspot.com and crazyguyonabike.com/alphanuroswell. The cause is Multiple Sclerosis. Anyone wishing to donate can do so through the spacetimbicycle blog.

We left from Athens on April 27th. Due to some complications at the bike shop, we left in the late afternoon and were only able to get 15 miles down before night, so we spent the first night in Lexington, Georgia on 78. We slept in the yard of a nice man who let us watch the hawks game and use his facilities. Day number 2 was a long but good day from Lexington to Wrens, Ga for a 75 miles. There, we slept in a sketchy field in the hood. We awoke to a prison work bus unloading guys with landscaping equipment. Day 3, we pushed it all the way to Statesboro, which was 85 miles from wrens. There, we stayed at the sig ep fraternity house with a really cool couchsurfer named Bennett. That night saw some beers and a relaxing sleep in a bed. The next night we had decided to take a day of rest to hang out, sit at a pool and check out the nightlife. After a long day of the aforementioned hanging out, we made it to the bars and had a great time. The locals were really nice. While leaving the bars, we hopped on the back of a taxi bus for no other reason than to see where it would take us. Once it began moving, Turner hopped off. The bus turned onto the road and immediately began accelerating. I had nothing to hold onto and was just using the friction generated by the palms of my hands to hold on. at about 20 or 25 mph with no slowing in sight, I realized that either I was going to plan my escape or the van would do it for me. So, clad in flip flops, i made a fantastic leap, hoping to run it out. My hopes were not realized. Instead I took one step and immediately tripped and slid across the pavement, mostly on my face. Turner comes up to find me dripping with blood. We hail a good samaritan and get a lift to the hospital where I get eight stitches. We order a pizza from a place that was near by the frat house and convince the delivery girl to give us a ride home. Good sleep, though waking up in the morning means stretching scabs and lots of pain. Boz, in the meantime, had managed to hold on and ride across town to a MacDonald's, where he found some people with which to spend the night.

Day 4 was a late morning ride to Savannah (50 miles) to stay with Boz's friend Jesse in Savannah. She was another excellent host and though we didn't have the energy to make it out on Friday night, we did hit up the bars on Saturday. Again, the most excitement happened after the bars closed. We decided to get a late night slice of pizza before riding home and stopped outside a pizza shop. There was some confusion about who was eating and who wasn't, so the bikes were not locked automatically. Once we realized that all four of us would be inside, we went back out to find that Boz's bike had been stolen. A cop gave me a ride home while the others rode the remaining tandem and single.
Day 5 was spent hanging out hatching a plan. Options included a longboard, the tandem bike, a boztaag(a homemade craft similar to redbulls flugtaag) and getting another bike. In the end, cost and viability overrode coolness and we ended up with a 50$ mountain bike rental on day 6. The same day we loaded up and rode 15 miles over to skidaway island for a home cooked meal from my mother who was down here helping out Mary Smith fix up her new home. Also in the mix was Aunt Julie, Bev and partner Laurie, and Cibby from Rhode Island. Some scrabble, then bed. Today we head towards Brunswick, but as we are not sure about an 85 mile day, we are considering an earlier stop.