Thursday, November 7, 2013

Pictures of babies

Felix checking things out.

Tigers eat giraffes 

Doing one of his three activities

I can multitask real good.

Felix's first swim.  Mixed reviews.

Quite the hat you're sporting there Felix.

The burp face.

Smile time.

One of the only ways to get things done around here.

We were going to send this out as a Christmas card, but we're too lazy.  So here it is.


Hooray for vowels!

Don't look at me!

Extreme closeup.

The Vancouver gang visits.

More naked beach time.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

House and Baby

Lava rolling into the sea.  Standing upwind is advisable.


Like all little boys I wanted to touch it.

My face got bright red after that

Dan's foundation services

Approved.  Let's pour some cement.

Pretty sloppy work.

This is what holds our house up.

And the frame begins.

We pushed those walls up by hand.

That's a house?

Sylvie likes the loft.

Sylvie's baby shower.

We assemble our second hand watch catchment tank.

The wiring begins.

Half the solar.

Felix is born, September 17, 2013.  Not quite the home birth we were expecting, but he came out perfect.

Duck hat.

The family.

Hand-me-down crib!

Chichi gets a good sniff.

This is how we're livin'

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Land Yacht

For the past two weeks we have been landlocked for the first time in almost two years.  We pushed Craigslist to it's limits, but to no avail.  So here we are, now living on an volcano, in a boat, 5 miles from water.

Lifting a boat out of the water at a marina is generally not a problem and the price is generally reasonable considering that you're taking a heavy, awkwardly shaped item, out of the ocean and setting it down on the ground.  Well, if you try to accomplish this in Hilo it is slightly different.  First of all there isn't a marina, just a little boat basin, and there isn't a normal travel-lift which easily scoops boats out of the water and plunks them down on land.  With no such services available, we had to convince a local guy with a crane and flatbed to do it.  He has done this for a few other boats but somewhat reluctantly and with a monopolistic disposition.   The final bill was quite substantial...

The process is quite simple.  You strip everything from your deck to get to a certain height and when the crane guy shows up he tells you to take more stuff off.  Then he throws a few straps in the water and you are told to jump in an set them where you see fit.   He pulls your mast off, which really doesn't want to come off, at all.  Once everything is secure you set off down the highway at 50mph and hope the damn thing doesn't fall onto a car in the slow lane. 

In reality it wasn't so bad.  The only real problem was that after everything was said and done, when Sylvie and I went to the boat to check it out, we realized that we were on a fairly steep downward angle.  The crane was obviously long gone by the time we discovered this.  We figure that we've been living on many angles recently, so what's a few more months.

Here are some pictures for your amusement:

Dan wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into.

Slightly frazzled.  I wore my most ill-fitting shirt for the occasion. 

The crane and flatbed combo.

Jesus himself climbs the cross.

After many minutes and 600 pounds of tension the mast finally popped. 

Ustupu looking a bit naked.

There were no other volunteers to swim in the oily boat harbor.

The bow seems a bit low.  No problem, we'll sort that out later.

A few of the local sailors came down to help and I certainly didn't want to embarrass myself with a dirty bottom.  They're a real judgmental group.

All hands mount the mast

Coming up our driveway.

I rode the last 2 miles up top with a metal pole to make sure we didn't hit any power lines.  Umm hummmm. 

The boat's potential grave. 

My view from the road.

Due to plumbing issues we are no longer able to use our toilet and sinks.  This is a composting toilet that I  whipped up. Flies sure do like it.

My first flight of stairs.

Sylvie makes a path.  Nice boots!

The final product.

Carpenter for hire!

Our neighbors have a farm with nearly a hundred animals.  When they heard a kitty crying they offered to catch it and give it to us.
She now lives on a land yacht.

Frig she's cute.

We named her Coconut.

I was reluctant to accept the cat, but it's barely left my hands since we adopted her.