Ahoy Matey

Mark increased his lead in the 'Race of Certifications', let's see, diving..check, piloting..check, etc. (Although, he doesn't have a PADI card. He has this 'Special Warfare Underwater Operations' certification thing instead, whatever.) Mark recently got certified to sail in a sailing club here in Newport Beach. It is a lot like Aventura that Dad belonged to back in the day. We have been trying to get together and go sailing for a few weeks. Damn jobs keeps getting in our ways. I'm tellin you, life would be so much easier and better without those damn things! The stars finally aligned, and we got to go yesterday. And in my quest to add to the list of things Meghan did on her summer vacation, I dragged her along, although she did want to go, and loved it. I had gone on these small sailboats with Dad's sailing club decades ago, so I pretty much new what to expect, about a 25 foot, well used trainer. What I didn't know is that that is not how Van Meter rolls. We are walking down the dock and he jumps on this 38 foot motor sail. I almost yelled, "Dude, I know you're a cop and all, but you can't just jump on people's yachts. They WILL get pissed." And then he says this is the club's boat. Totally Stylin!! Poetic name coincidence

She's a beaut

Forward cabin

Galley

How's that for a nervous smileWater looked too inviting, so we anchored an took a chilly dip. Mark first, it IS shark week after all

I would have bet it all she wouldn't actually do it. She said she would, but when push came to shove, she actually jumped.

And of course Mark egged me on to rope swing, although I made sure he did it first......like diving and flying a plane.