Conversation led to beer, which led to whiskey and more whiskey, which in turn led to debauchery, and 1 month later my wallet's much lighter but I've got stories and scars aplenty to show for it. Originally from Detroit, Eric moved out here and bought a boat after his girlfriend at the time showed no interest in either starting a family or going sailing. He cut ties, took that California trip, got himself a beautiful, sturdy bluewater sailboat in Channel Islands Harbor and set about making preparations to go to Alaska. Unfortunately, Dozer wouldn't go potty on the boat, and after ~30 hours at sea, Eric pulled into Morro Bay and landed a good job, and has been here two months now. I keep telling him he ought to shave that dog and head south to warmer waters, but that big ol' dog would probably expire in the heat regardless. Check out this clip of Kujo, cooling off in his customary fashion:Everything is stowed away now, and the boat's ready to go. Santa Barbara is ~125 miles away (~24hours) but I have a few other ports I can duck into along the way. Hopefully, I'll be writing the next post in shorts and a T-shirt.

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