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<p><img alt="Endymion 1905" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="3ff634da-739f-46a8-bd1c-bf9066ce0ed6" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/Endymion-1905.jpg" /></p> <p>The elegant vessel shown here is my Granddads 130 foot schooner Endymion. The photos were taken in the mid Atlantic with an early box camera during the 1905 Transatlantic race for the Kaisers Cup (Germany).</p>


<p><img alt="Krakatoa" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="9c19cdb7-4cee-4e8d-8c98-6dfb5a86be1d" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/krakatoa-eruption.jpg" /></p> <p>"Volcanic disturbances could occur at any moment.” I read the caution aloud to my crew. Though a yacht is not a democracy, I followed with a question; “What say you guys? Are you up for going where we are told we should not go?”</p>

Pets as Shipmates

<p><img alt="Brandy the dog" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="ee36667b-36e2-4cb2-882e-de2b993f8dcc" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/brandy_1.jpg" /></p> <p>What saved us was Denise vehemently stating “You take my dog-you take me too.” The thing is, they could have. It’s all in timing, perspective and luck.</p>

Of Might and Men

<p><img alt="Old yacht" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="4348e628-8371-4423-9e87-46052b5b176d" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/old-yacht.png" /></p> <p> Try to imagine what it must have been like to handle the rough lines or huge amounts of <strong>canvas</strong> in that era with only might and men- no conveniences.</p>

Sea Snake Adventures

<p><img alt="Yellow-bellied snake" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="b119f3cd-0081-44ff-a53b-2ae26374147a" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/Yellow-Bellied-Snake%202.jpeg" /></p> <p>There were several times we had face to face meetings with sea snakes. I’ll post the next one shortly. Here’s the first one, actually a freshwater lake experience.</p>

The Shark and the Sea Snake

<p><img alt="Denise nets small shark" data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="fc65b5f8-d28b-4bb9-9058-8e61c7f376fb" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/Denise%20nets%20small%20shark.jpeg" /></p> <p>We were anchored in a huge bay called Cape Bowling Green off the East Coast of Australia. “Looks like a great place for fishing,” Denise said, turning to he pole with excitement.</p>

Lure of the Drop Dead Pacific Islands

<p><img alt="Anchored in Traitors Bay " data-entity-type="file" data-entity-uuid="fe2ec439-f2aa-46ea-9120-d7db941c0a3d" src="/sites/default/files/inline-images/anchored-in-traitors-bay.jpg" /></p> <p>May 1st. 1745 hours. Tony is at the foredeck windless. “Let er rip Pops!” I put my finger to the remote and our CQR anchor slips into Traitors Bay, headed for the bottom 20 feet below.</p>