Some girls got a little enthusiastic. The one on the left was particularly problematic. Thank god for Steve and sailing knots. (Two words: Anchor hitch.)
What happens in Balboa, stays ... you know the drill.
Not too shabby a place for a staycation, Karin. Nice. Almost three years ago now, Marion and I drove the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Los Angeles. We passed on the Hearst Castle in favor of the huge, homely, fragrant elephant seals who had shown up right across the road from the entrance to the castle for their semi-annual visit. We totally made the right choice.
It was great, Carolynn. Terry, you know what was so irritating? I told someone, wait until you get upclose and personal with the seals, they smell like 10 day-old sushi. But no, they had no odor at all -- like in this neighborhood they brush and gargle.
Looks like a great place to visit. As for the hunks on the sailboat, they seem to have made themselves right to home. Yew! What are the other hunks paddling. Never saw a boat like this or a race like this? Hope you had fun.
Did you pick out one of the houses along the water, and dream it was yours? Or would you imagine living in a houseboat, with the seals as your conversants? Or do dreams have to stay behind, too?
From the halls of At-ta-de-ee-na To the shores of Newport Beach...
From the mountains to the beach and back again in the same day, so not fair.
I know crewing those boats in Hawaii are big sport so I'm not surprised to see them in So Cal. Anytime I get to spend time on a boat I come home so relaxed and refreshed so I'm sure it was a wonderful outing for you.
I'd heard in the newspaper a couple of years back about the seals taking over the boats. I just never saw it for real. So, do the seals contribute to the boat payments?
The boats have elaborate anti-seal contraptions which the seals totally ignore. Though how they do it, we couldn't figure out. Leaping is definitely involved.
Karen, fortunately the en/in's kept their composure.
Yes Katie, that's quite a stroke, isn't it? Many of us feel he deserves a certain amount of latitude.
Bellis, Balboa Island has its standards.
Amy, you wouldn't have needed it.
Susan, near Newport. (Here I thought I coined "daycation," only to google and find out I might just as well think I invented the word "the." Damn, I never would have used it if I had known.)
I find this post offensive on so many levels I can't stand it. But mostly because Banjo and I would be run out of town if we posted the counterpart. But really, only kidding, except for that guy in the Rader boat, who is just a walking invitation for skin cancer. Forgive me, I just got back from Chicago and there was a dermatologists' convention at our hotel.
Used to have a friend I went sailing with out of Newport. Lots of fun.
Actually, the coxswain is the little guy who sits at the end and yells.
Which reminds me that Yeshiva University had a rowing crew that kept losing to Harvard, Yale, and MIT all the time. They couldn't figure it out, so they sent Goldberg to hide in the bushes along the Charles and watch the other crews practice to see what they were doing differently. After scouting the other crews, Goldberg reported back to Yeshiva, "The other crews have only one guy yelling. The other eight are rowing."
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Not too shabby a place for a staycation, Karin. Nice. Almost three years ago now, Marion and I drove the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Los Angeles. We passed on the Hearst Castle in favor of the huge, homely, fragrant elephant seals who had shown up right across the road from the entrance to the castle for their semi-annual visit. We totally made the right choice.
I've had luck with the sheet bend and the rolling hitch. Just sayin'
JJ
Looks like a fantastic day!
It was great, Carolynn. Terry, you know what was so irritating? I told someone, wait until you get upclose and personal with the seals, they smell like 10 day-old sushi. But no, they had no odor at all -- like in this neighborhood they brush and gargle.
I love the seals! I'm glad they were hypoallergenic that day.
Looks like a great place to visit. As for the hunks on the sailboat, they seem to have made themselves right to home. Yew! What are the other hunks paddling. Never saw a boat like this or a race like this? Hope you had fun.
Did you pick out one of the houses along the water, and dream it was yours? Or would you imagine living in a houseboat, with the seals as your conversants?
Or do dreams have to stay behind, too?
Hey, even I"d look thin next to those hunks!
Yes, I was quite smitten with all the hunks. Bayside, they're crewing. I just looked it up; one of the oldest olympic sports.
Brenda! Of course! (Mine was a charming old white guest cottage on one of the private islands.)
Daycations...I take them often.
My favorite place in that area is a bit up the road at the "Cove" bet Ms M is familiar with it.
From the halls of At-ta-de-ee-na
To the shores of Newport Beach...
From the mountains to the beach and back again in the same day, so not fair.
I know crewing those boats in Hawaii are big sport so I'm not surprised to see them in So Cal. Anytime I get to spend time on a boat I come home so relaxed and refreshed so I'm sure it was a wonderful outing for you.
Interesting life, so different and somehow the same. Thanks for dropping by
I've awoken to some strange people on my boat, but none as strange as those.
I am laughing hysterically about the half-hitches and the anchor knots that were employed on board.
Great photos of the chunks and the hunks. ;-)
(I'm talking about the chunk-o-sea lions, of course.)
I'd heard in the newspaper a couple of years back about the seals taking over the boats. I just never saw it for real. So, do the seals contribute to the boat payments?
Chicken of the Sea?
The Little Mermaids?
Cool photos.
Are you now ready to return to the workaday world?
I love the first photo--the seals are beautifully silhouetted--and the last, especially. Looks like an idyllic day.
The boats have elaborate anti-seal contraptions which the seals totally ignore. Though how they do it, we couldn't figure out. Leaping is definitely involved.
Karen, fortunately the en/in's kept their composure.
Can it really be called a Staycation if you cross the Pacific? And how come those hunks don't smell fishy? The seals in La Jolla reek.
Fun looking trip! I usually find backwards baseball caps a total turnoff, but I think I can make an exception for the hunk in the Rader boat.
Give me some dramamine, and that looks like a pretty perfect day. Purdy.
What a sight! I'm talking about the seals though the men hunks are too. Hilarious juxtaposition. I need a staycation too.
Make that a daycation. Where's Balboa anyway? Sign me up!
Yes Katie, that's quite a stroke, isn't it? Many of us feel he deserves a certain amount of latitude.
Bellis, Balboa Island has its standards.
Amy, you wouldn't have needed it.
Susan, near Newport. (Here I thought I coined "daycation," only to google and find out I might just as well think I invented the word "the." Damn, I never would have used it if I had known.)
AH, sometimes language stinks. But I'm not sympathizing since you got no pics of chicks.
Am I gonna get in trouble for that? You and the wymyn ogled . . . .
Outed, again!
I find this post offensive on so many levels I can't stand it. But mostly because Banjo and I would be run out of town if we posted the counterpart. But really, only kidding, except for that guy in the Rader boat, who is just a walking invitation for skin cancer. Forgive me, I just got back from Chicago and there was a dermatologists' convention at our hotel.
Used to have a friend I went sailing with out of Newport. Lots of fun.
Once you and Banjo take up rowing, we promise to call you coxmen.
Deal.
Actually, the coxswain is the little guy who sits at the end and yells.
Which reminds me that Yeshiva University had a rowing crew that kept losing to Harvard, Yale, and MIT all the time. They couldn't figure it out, so they sent Goldberg to hide in the bushes along the Charles and watch the other crews practice to see what they were doing differently. After scouting the other crews, Goldberg reported back to Yeshiva, "The other crews have only one guy yelling. The other eight are rowing."
B52, we don't know the sex of the seals, not fer shur.
wv boopen
I could just boopen their noses.
Boopen.
Werd of the day
Boopen: To tap or bump affectionately
Coxswain? Hmmmmm , that has possibilities.
From WikiBlerbs:
Boopen, a diminutive form of boopenate which means to affectionate with great affection on the schnozzical area - providing it is boopable.
I'd never heard of "daycation" so I give you credit.
Love these pictures! Balboa is always fun and always scenic.
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