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blisters in the gelcoat |
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hard working yard boy |
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Rick filling blisters with epoxy |
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Talaria with black bottom paint |

"For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze."--Richard Bode
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blisters in the gelcoat |
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hard working yard boy |
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Rick filling blisters with epoxy |
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Talaria with black bottom paint |
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sanded and oiled the teak |
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The view from our cockpit |
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snoball fell asleep studying Spanish |
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Rick on the docks |
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Marina has a gym, pool, hotel, restaurant and store |
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the marina is empty at this time of year |
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The restaurant had a pig roast |
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crocodile living in the marina |
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view from the pool area |
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looking out into the Caribbean from the beach |
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nearby beach |
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Rick swims laps |
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huge moth |
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wonderful lounge for the cruisers |
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the book exchange is GREAT |
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Steve and Marie s/v Saben, Pierre |
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Liz demonstrates to the guys how to walk with a backpack converted to a man purse |
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Pizza and beer with Dick, Maureen and Pierre |
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Dinner at Shelter Bay Marina after a sucessful transit on Talaria |
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Talaria under the Bridge of | Americas |
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Our 'buddy ship' under the Bridge of the Americas |
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Pierre and I relaxing before we have to work the lines |
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Maureen never gets to relax as she is an excellent skipper |
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moving toward the first locks, Miraflores |
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locks closing before the water level rises |
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aboe Ricks head, you can see the steel cable from the train to the ship |
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Pierre and Dick |
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Rick and Maureen at the helm |
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This pict doesn't capture the turbulence of the water as the lock fills |
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Miraflores visitors center |
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between the locks we separate from the tug and move forward |
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the train that moves the big ships through and makes certain they don't crash into the sides of the locks |
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Pedro Miguel is the 3rd lock up, 3 tugs, a small port a potty transporter and Talaria going up together |
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It is a long way to the top of the lock |
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we all move apart after the lock is filled |
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Rick at the helm leaving the locks |
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8/6 we begin to down lock in Gatun locks after spending the night on Lake Gatun |
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down locking tied to the portapotty boat |
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Pierre ready with lines as we move between the locks |
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looking over the second lock down into the third lock and on towards the Atlantic Ocean |
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the 3 boats tied together while the water level goes down |
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a huge ship goes through the other side of the locks |
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OOPs some big ship lost it's paint on the Gatun locks |
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the gates open toward the Atlantic |
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We are in the Atlantic Ocean!!! |
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Our 'buddy ship' for Gatun locks |
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'buddy ship' with a life raft mounted like a rocket launcher on the back |
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Shipyard at Colon |
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Canal Launch boat coming for our advisor, Moses |
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Moses jumps off Talaria |
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Dinner at Shelter Bay Marina with our crew. We had a great passage and we are so happy to be in the Caribbean. |