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Where something didn’t exist to do the job onboard, he was more than happy to invent it! He is probably deserving of much more credit than his modesty would have ever allowed having helped to develop many of the things that we now take for granted on the race boats we sail today. Restaurants with WiFi in Everett Emorys on Silver Lake Scuttlebutt Brewing Company Famous Daves AFK Tavern Zab Thai Restaurant La Palmera Prohibition. His work spanned everything from building rigs, to developing marine load cells, to continually pushing forward the development of race boat hardware. Over this time his creativity, enthusiasm, and passion led to Diverse being truly that. The information is based on Ingress email damage reports from participating. In business, Lou co-founded Diverse Yachts back in 1983 and stood at the helm for nearly 30 years. This is not exhaustive information about the portal, Scuttlebutt Tavern Mural.

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Lou was competitive, fun, and forever generous with both his time and energy.Īt his happiest helping people on and off the water, he was fondly known by so many around the world as ‘Uncle Lou’ for his long and successful sailing career, showing many the way to be a professional sailor whilst making sure you had a good time doing it too! Choice of lamb and beef or chicken topped with lettuce, tomato, tzatziki and feta cheese, served on a fresh pita. On the water he was equally at home steering the IOR Maxi Matador 2, complete with his famous moustache, as he was (in more recent years) trimming the main on Mini Maxis and TP52’s. Sliced turkey breast, melted pepperjack, lettuce, tomato and mayo, layered on grilled sourdough. Broadway, and was an office secretary at Marko's Lounge, a strip bar on The Block that is now called the 408 Club.Lou Varney, 67, British sailing industry leader and renowned yachtsman, passed away after a battle with brain cancer on February 16, 2022.Ī passionate and talented sailor, Lou’s career transcended generations.

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Patten, a former bar waitress from Cleveland, held a liquor license for a bar called the Scuttlebutt, at 721 S. Prevas said that Patten has no personal ties to Dupreez. Twenty-six days after Dupreez was sentenced, Patten offered Dupreez $6,000 for the license, which would be transferred from the shuttered Hollywood Show Bar to the nearby Thames Street location, Patten's lawyer said. We had heard some time ago that yesterday was going to be their last day. We do know that they have been actively trying to the sell what is Salem's biggest restaurant space. Nautical, tropical tavern and oyster bar featuring fresh seafood, fresh & frozen cocktails, and a huge rum selection. Scuttlebutt Tavern Wantagh, NY The Scuttlebutt Grille Cuttyhunk, MA. Scuttlebutt Tavern Address: 3947 Sunset Avenue Seaford New York. The scuttlebutt about Tavern in the Square Salem has been flying wildly for months. To support our sponsors, Scuttlebutt limits the number of advertisers in the. She is forbidden from operating a liquor establishment because she is a felon, but the license is valuable because no new ones are being issued. Scuttlebutt Tavern : Take Our Survey and Rate and Review This Business Here Local Business. Paul Lundwall is the President at Scuttlebutt Tavern in Wantagh, New York. The bar was open sometimes for up to six hours without a drink being sold."īut Stansbury said that no connection between the drug sales and the Hollywood Show Bar was made during trial, and therefore Dupreez was allowed to keep her liquor license. Found 2 colleagues at Scuttlebutt Tavern. An informer said Helen would keep the bar open just for her cocaine customers. Drug Enforcement Administration sources told The Sun in 1993 that "Helen's Bar was used to facilitate the sale of cocaine. This is the swashbuckling seafood bar and grill chain with a scallywag charm The Olde Scuttlebutt Tavern has a boisterous and rough-around-the-edges presence.

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Happy Hours Yachts

Happy Hours Yachts specializes in providing the finest luxury yachts to destinations throughout the U.S. from NY to Miami. Experience adventure in luxury

WELCOME TO HAPPY HOURS YACHT

LUXURY YACHT CHARTERS  IN NEW YORK & MIAMI

Summer: New York

Winter: Florida

25.2m / 82’8 | Azimut

OUR STORY

Experience adventure in your very own luxury yacht charter with Happy Hours Yacht

The 25.2m / 82’8 Azimut 80 motor yacht motor yacht ‘Happy Hours’ was built by Azimut in Italy. The yacht’s interior has been designed by Salvagni Architetti.

Accommodation

The Happy Hours Yachts interior configuration has been designed to comfortably accommodate up to 8 guests overnight in 4 cabins, comprising a master suite, 1 VIP stateroom, and 2 twin cabins. She is also capable of carrying up to 2 crew onboard to ensure a relaxed luxury yacht charter experience.

Performance

Powered by 2 MAN (V12-1550) 1,550hp diesel engines, Happy Hours Yacht is capable of a top speed of 31 knots, and comfortably cruises at 27 knots. With her 6,000 fuel tanks she has a maximum range of 320 nautical miles at 27 knots. Her water tank stores around 1,100 liters of fresh water.

Construction & Dimensions

Happy Hours features a planning grp hull and grp superstructure, with teak decks. Our luxury yacht is also fitted with 'zero speed stabilizers' which work at anchor, increasing on-board comfort when the yacht is stationary, particularly in rough waters.

Amenities

Happy Hours Yacht features a bow entertaining space, hydraulic swim platform, fly bridge, lower helm, galley, cockpit, master stateroom, 2 guest staterooms, and VIP stateroom making for a spacious and personalized luxury yacht charter.

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Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, MC! We’re excited to have you and Sugar Motta in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Mr. Worldwide (MC), he/him Age: 26 Timezone: PST Ships: Sugar/Money, Sugar/Love Anti-Ships: Sugar/Humility

IC INFO

Full Name: Sugar Valentine Motta Face Claim: BABY V(anessa Lengies) Age/Birthday: 28, July 31st, 1991 Occupation: Socialite, Heiress, Producer of TUAP, Philanthropist, Entrepreneur Personality: Melodramtic. Idealistic. Uninhibited. Materialistic. Industrious Hometown: Newport, Rhode Island Bio:

Sugar Valentine Motta grew up with not a silver spoon in her mouth, but a gold, diamond encrusted one. Her father, Sullivan Motta, inherited his family’s jukebox business which was more lucrative during the 1950s than 2010. So with the money he already had, Sully started a mattress chain and thus, the Motta fortune continued to grow each day (with a little help from his side businesses that Sugar doesn’t find interesting or ask about). The Mottas were a family of three until her mother, Ginger, suddenly passed away from a brain aneurysm when Sugar was five. Despite living most of her life without her mother, she still feels a close bond with the woman she hardly knew. Of course, having only her dad around made Sugar into the definition of a daddy’s girl. But who wouldn’t be with a dad as rich and doting as Sully?

Sugar was born and raised primarily in Newport, Rhode Island, a city of not even 30,000 people known for its rich inhabitants, historical and large mansions, and boat ports filled to the brim with yachts. Being an only child and also the only (or more accurately, most important) women in her dad’s life made the heiress fiercely protective of him. More often than not, she tagged along with Sullivan on his business trips for apprising vintage and valuable jukeboxes or opening mattress stores in new cities or events for the luxury hotels and homes he had partnered a contract with. There were some trips he wouldn’t allow her to join, and while she would initially pout about it, Sugar would often just go take a trip of her own with one of her other wealthy friends instead. That became especially more-so when the Motta’s bought a private jet (what? it’s cheaper to fly that way. Probably).

Seeing how liked and respected Sullivan was due to how well he ran his businesses and how he would spare no expense to impress someone, Sugar herself adopted that trait. It seemed to be the Motta Motto to say: “If you got it, flaunt it" with the “it” usually being literal piles of cash With funds being at her disposal, and Sugar never being one to hide that fact, it was easy for her to make friends. Most of them were the kid’s of people her dad knew, rubbed elbows at parties with, or from a past business transaction. And while she knows that some of them just like her because of the money, she doesn’t particularly care. A friend is a friend after all, right? However, it’s because of that her romantic life sometimes suffers.

Next to money and her father, romance was near the top of the list as one of Sugar’s favorite things. She loved to be swooned, she loved the feeling of having a significant other to hold or be held, and to simply have someone to share life with. She had boyfriends in the past, but she was quick to understand that women caught her eye much more. One could only gush about how beautiful Lily Tomlin is so many times before the dots couldn’t avoid being connected. While liking girls didn’t give Sugar much pause, the intimacy that mutual attraction created with them did. She found she loved the romance, yet hesitated when it came to going “all the way” with someone. Being in the world of the rich, it felt like there was a hidden pressure to be the type to enjoy sex leisurely, especially since Sugar seemed to indulge in all other aspects of hedonism. It wasn’t like she hadn’t *tried* it, but she didn’t see what the big deal was. She liked getting to buy and wear the high end silk lingerie than have someone carelessly take it off. However, instead of admit to romantic partners that sex didn’t appeal to her as much as it did to others, she’d find ways to dance around the subject. Or, if all else failed, end relationships prematurely– even if she still harbored feelings for them. Sure, it would hurt for a little, but love was resilient. Love was kind. *And* love was easy to find if you had money. So at the end of the day, Sugar could rationalize that she was young, hot, and rich and therefore, there wasn’t really any reason to rush into anything with anyone. Finding true love young was so 2005 anyway (not that she wouldn’t celebrate every time one of her friends found it).

After graduating high school, Sugar moved to New York City, taking residence with her best friend and life partner Serena Smythe. She learned firsthand how vastly different it is to actually live in a city with millions of inhabitants instead of just visit one for fun, and in truth, Sugar had trouble finding her footing. She was lucky to be living with a friend when she first moved, but she refused to act as lost as she felt. Thankfully, she found that New York was full of people with ideas, and most of these ideas needed money for funding them. So with that, she started branching out into offering to produce or fund various projects for various people. As it turned out, while she loved impressing people with how much money she had, she found it much more rewarding to help create or better someone’s vision. That was even more true when she herself was involved in them. It was due to this that she went to Sully and told him she wanted to take over his Jukebox business, because she had the idea to start updating them too. It was clear her father was holding onto the past busiess, and Sugar knew she had a vision for its future. She wanted to have each jukebox get its own personal selection of classic hits along with songs from the last decade too– as long as it fit the Jukebox’s location. Sully couldn’t say no to his daughter, so he let her take the reigns mostly and as the numbers are showing, her idea is a hit among its clientele. It may be a small feat in the grand scheme of things, but it was something Sugar did mostly on her own and it has caused her to feel much more self assured in a new way that (surprisingly) money couldn’t buy.

Pets: None :~(

Relationships: N/A

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@locamotta: #restinparadise coco cupid chanel motta. i miss waking up to ur sweet chirping every day. i know ur resting on the shoulder of the legit Coco up in heaven even if birds don’t normally get in. love u my sweet #CocoMo 😇🦜♥👩 😔😭🤧 06/12/10 - 01/20/19 @locamotta: going ✈ where the haters can’t find us #laterbitchez #sug&renatakemykonos @locamotta: snow in NY is fun until it touches the grimy streets and instantly becomes a health hazard #imynewport @locamotta: @buzzfeed​ I took ur “Which Iconic ‘90s Teen Girl Are You?” quiz and did NOT get cher horowitz    I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #boycottbuzzfeed     @locamotta: hey sugartwits, i’m feeling too sad to shop but not too sad to spend money: send in ur fave kickstarters and gofundmes so i can make myself happy pls!! dms are still NOT open #leavemealonebrad

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A 2018 Reflection-Pt. 1

Happy New Year Everyone! Wow, it’s been a while since I have posted on here. Right now, I’m just really wanting to reflect on my past year before I start my second semester of college. I know it’s a cheesy saying but I really want to embrace the “New Year, New Me” lifestyle and hopefully this reflection will help me do so!

January: Well, I guess the first big thing that happened this year was that I saw The Greatest Showman. I fell in love with that movie, and the music, and I constantly rewatched the movie and listened to the music over and over. This was also the month when I bought my dress for my Senior Prom. It was a bright purple color with a corset, off the shoulder top. I had always pictured myself wearing a purple dress to my prom, since my favorite color is purple, and I’m so glad I had found the perfect dress! This is also the month that I finally decided which college I wanted to go to... if I got in. I had applied to three colleges, but finally chose which one I truly liked best. 

February: Not much happened this month besides... getting accepted into the college I wanted to be at! I was accepted into Texas A&M University as a Blinn Team student. This program allows me to take up to 6 hours of courses at Texas A&M and take the rest of my hours at the local community college (which has much cheaper tuition). It’s such a great program because it allows me to save money on some of my classes while also getting to attend the university I wanted to. Since I am majoring in Education for Middle School Math/Science, I will only have to spend one year in this program until I can transition into being a full-time A&M student. I also got to visit the university for the first time since I accepted my admissions offer and it was very exciting knowing this is where I would be for the next four years!

March: During my senior year, I was apart of my choir’s chamber ensemble. This meant that I had two class periods devoted to choir and I got to do extra performances throughout the year. One performance was a trip in which we got to compete at a Madrigal Festival that was three hours away from where we lived. It was such a great trip since it was just the 17 of us in the choir and our three directors. I also got to go see Alessia Cara perform at the Houston Rodeo with my family and then walk around the carnival with my friends after the concert. And then during Spring Break, my family and I drove to Disney World and spent the whole week there! I was so happy to be able to get the Mickey Ears with the graduation cap on it (so I could take pictures to post on Instagram). There is a restaurant at the Yacht and Beach Club that is not well known, but I highly recommend for anyway that goes to Disney World! We tried it out and it was amazing! It’s like a diner, but they have amazing french fries, and then for dessert you can get a huge three scoop ice cream sundae that was also really good. They always have a huge wait but I was so happy we were able to fit it into our vacation. After Spring Break, I got to take my Senior Pictures with one of my best friends who is a photographer. The perks of that was that she took a ton of pictures of me for a discounted rate! And they turned out so good!

April: The only big thing that happened this month was that my high school’s choir was invited to sing at Carnegie Hall!! The top two choirs (all 107 of us), got to fly to New York City and explore the city, and then perform at one of the most famous music halls in the world! At Carnegie Hall, we sang a 53-minute piece (in which I still keep listening to as I’m writing this). It was such an amazing song and I still wish that we were able to have a copy of the professional recording (luckily I can listen to a recording of a different choir on Spotify). I absolutely loved New York City and I want to go back so bad! 

May: This month was the biggest month to date (until August when I moved away to college). At the beginning of the month was Prom. I went with seven of my other friends, none of us had dates, and had a decent time at the actual dance. But the next morning, we went to Prom House (which is a thing where I live) in which we went to one of our friend’s parent’s company’s ranch and stayed the night. It had six bedrooms (so plenty for us) and we explored the town by car and foot, and then the ranch by the “mules” (they’re like four-wheelers or ATV’s-I think... I don’t really known much about them). It was the best time ever! The week after Prom was, sadly, AP testing in which I took the Calculus AB exam and the Statistics exam. I didn’t end up passing either but I’m glad that I took the courses. After that week (which was the last week of school for seniors since graduation was so early), my brother had a Destination Imagination Tournament on the Global level in Knoxville, Tennessee, so we flew out and supported my brother’s team. They did really well and were really close to getting into the Top 10 in their division out of like 70 teams. Then, on May 30, 2018, I graduated high school. I didn’t really feel sad about leaving high school at the time, but it was a great day. My grandma, step-grandfather, great aunt, cousin, and a family friend all came to the ceremony and it was great to have everyone there. Then we had grad parties upon grad parties to attend.

June: And the grad parties were also in June! My party was on June 1st and it was great to have almost all my friends in the same place, probably for the last time. After all of the grad parties, I went to my New Student Conference at A&M which was just an orientation to the university. It was a little crazy trying to navigate the huge campus (it’s the second largest in population in the United States), but it was manageable since we were mostly in the same building. I also got to register for my classes. This made me really excited for the Fall. I was definitely ready to be on my own. After those three days, I had a one day break at home (in which I got to see Harry Styles in concert with some of my friends), and then my family and I flew to Baltimore and drove the Syracuse, NY to watch my dad compete in a national bowling tournament that he does every year. After that, we drove up to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls and it was amazing. I never really wanted to go there badly, but now that I’ve been I would definitely go see it again. 

I’m gonna take a break from this and split this post into two. This post was really just for me to let out my thoughts about the past year and I hope you enjoyed reading it, if you did haha. I might get back into this tumblr or I may not, who knows :)

A Quiet Girl With a Loud Mind 1.8.2019

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Tere isn’t respecting my wishes to quit and it’s getting me upset. I sweat and work my ass off in that fucking basement. I don’t want to spend my time doing fucking buns and standing for ten hours straight. I can’t do that anymore. This part of my life is done now. It’s time for massage. I don’t want to work there at all anymore. I am wasting my precious time and energy. It’s counterproductive. She doesn’t want to take time to find someone else but that really is not my problem. I am a human being I am not your machine to keep working and working. I am wasting my precious time and energy doing fucking buns and standing in the hot basement for hours. I am not doing buns after the 15th. I don’t give a fuck if she gets mad. I need to take care of myself. I can’t do this anymore. It’s wearing me out. People wear me out. They’ll wear me out till I’m stretched and dry. I have to take care of myself. I have to do what makes me happy. I am frustrated with life right now but I know I am blessed. There are rich AND poor people happier than me. I am tired of this house being a fucking mess. I want my room back but I don’t look forward to being next to the couple again. When am I going to get paid from Massage Envy.. I am so fucking broke it’s crazy. I have so many feelings its crazy. I feel like crying right now. Just because of my feelings. I feel lost. I feel in the air. Confused and going after this peace of mind that is challenging to grasp. I want adventure, fun, excitement, enthusiasm, passion, ideas, creativity, togetherness. But at the same time I just want to be alone. At the same time I wouldn’t mind what dying feels like. I don’t want to spend my energy in the basement anymore. I don’t want to be in that basement anymore. I am feeling trapped now with Tere making it difficult for me to quit. I am not doing buns after the 15th. I don’t care how she feels. It’s too draining and she doesn’t understand that. She doesn’t understand how draining buns are. She doesn’t understand how tiring it is to make food for eleven hours straight. She’ll wear me out. I have to take care of myself. I feel trapped by Rockin’ Raw right now. Find another person bitch. I am not a slave. I need time to myself. This house is a fucking mess. I am not being a bitch by doing what’s best for me. She won’t do what’s best for me and that’s really not my problem. I need time for myself. I am making changes with my life right now. I am starting fresh. I am not stressing myself out anymore. I am not working myself too hard anymore. I am not working every single day anymore. I am learning how to enjoy and love myself 24/7. I am learning how to eat better and develop better eating habits. I am learning so much. And I just feel like crying. I feel trapped by Rockin’ Raw. She doesn’t understand. It’s making me not want to go to work tomorrow. I don’t want to go to New York again either. I wanted to choke Freddy when he kept rubbing my knee. I don’t want to fucking get with you. I don’t owe you shit. You don’t do shit for me. I want to be alone in this house right now. I want to cry in the shower and possibly meditate outside. There’s no point in me going to New York tonight. But it’s Rebecca’s last day so why not. I am so fucking broke. I’ll only be able to stay until like 2. If she doesn’t go to the yacht party than it works out. I don’t want to fucking drink either. This is why I can’t go out like that. Everyone starts bothering me to drink which I am not mad about but I really don’t want to drink. Everyone gets so bothered when you’re the only one not drinking. I don’t want to fucking drink. Everyone that I know doesn’t think of anything else to do but drink. I am learning to be more patient and understanding with people. That is what I try to run away from. I get sad when I feel bored with life. I want to be part of something great. But I also need to be happy when I am bored. There’s no point in me going to NY tonight.  

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I’m fairly new to kayaking, and have so far enjoyed a few afternoon paddles in the Hudson River near our home and in Goose Pond near Lee, MA, where we vacation in the summer. The more I do it, the more I enjoy the challenges it offers. It’s a great way to get alone time for a few hours, and maybe enjoy some non-work related photography. Or to just sit, bobbing up and down like a cork, watching clouds.

The Hudson River south of the Tappan Zee bridge. A timed exposure.

And so when Matt Kane of Prime Paddlesports invited me to join with him and a group of kayakers on an overnight expedition to the Execution Rocks Lighthouse, I was totally in. The longest kayak trip I’ve had to date was about 3 hours on the Hudson, so this was a big step up. We’d meet in Rye, NY, paddle 5 miles from the coast, south by south west, to a pile of rocks few miles north of Port Washington, NY, and back again the following morning, which happened to be Memorial Day.

Loading up.

Getting in.

Paddling off.

After meeting up at the appointed time and place, and getting our boats and gear sorted out in the Edith G. Read Wildlife Sanctuary parking lot, we popped into our kayaks and shoved off into the setting sun. Despite the increasing clouds, the weather was calm and pleasant as we paddled, keeping a wary eye out for holiday pleasure boaters and quietly chatting about the lore of the Execution Rocks.

During the Revolutionary War, British soldiers were reported to have used the 9 foot tide at the island to execute prisoners, chaining them to the rocks during low tide. Additionally, Execution Rocks is where cereal killer Carl Panzram claimed to have dumped the bodies of his numerous victims. They say on starless nights you can tortured hear voices calling out as the water rises. This is where we plan on spending the night.

Using charts to navigate.

The sky gets darker.

Feeling very small in a very big place.

Matt Kane glides over darkening waters.

Sun comes out before going down.

We were running late, but thankfully the lighthouse’s beacon began it’s regular pulsing in the dark, and we were able to plot a good path using it and some nearby buoys. Our landing on the rocks of the island was going to be a technical one, and as we finally reached our destination, the ocean seemed to want to test us by picking up its energy. Our hosts, Craig and Linell, helped by shining flashlights down on us as we methodically lifted one heavy, packed kayak after another up the rip rap that makes the island, to safety.

One last navigational discussion before nightfall.

Execution Rocks Lighthouse beacon guides us in.

Craig and Linell, a welcome sight!

The lighthouse is a creepy, remarkable affair, feeling abandoned and ancient until you poke around a little and discover signs of the owners. Tables with glowing lanterns, food and water in the kitchen, a nice grill outside. Ironically, though Con Edison uses the island as a switching point for millions of volts of electricity and the Coast Guard is obliged to keep the lighthouse’s beacon flashing, there’s no electricity for Craig and Linell. Not yet, anyway. They’re in the process of raising funds to renovate the historic structure. So we bumbled around using flashlights and settled in to the smell of cooked meat wafting off Craig’s BBQ.

After a good burger, made fantastic by the long trip, I figured some photography was in order, and began setting up to the complaints of nesting seagulls. I normally do portraits of people, and since the lighthouse now had it’s own persona in my mind, I decided a portrait would be fitting. It being Memorial Day and all, I decided on a patriotic theme, and introduced red and blue light to compliment the white beacon at the top of the lighthouse. I left Matt’s silhouette undoctored because it’s so ghostly, a fitting addition to the image.

The Execution Rocks Lighthouse off the coast of Port Washington, NY.

Later, as I dropped into dreamless sleep, I kind of hoped I’d see a ghost, and at the same time, really wished I wouldn’t experience a haunting. Around 2am I was jerked from my sleep by a loud crash and howling wind. Somehow, a door had come loose and blown open as a storm moved into the area, rattling the living room I was camped out in. Assuring myself it was wind and not spirits that had roused me, I got up and walked outside. It was high tide. The waves that had earlier been yards below us, were now right at the door step, as if to remind me of the location’s gruesome history. Gusts of wind clawed at me and I watched waves roll in out of the east. Though no apparitions made themselves known to me, I felt aware and vulnerable as I realized we might have to paddle back in this.

Still kind of creepy in the daytime.

Aborting our long paddle back to Rye.

Group photo before we shove off.

In the morning we powered up on food and coffee. I had instant coffee in a pink sippy cup. Literally. What? I have 3 little girls at home. That’s how I roll.

After that we packed our boats, casting nervous eyes off the island. The seas, calm and serene yesterday, were now breaking on 5 foot swells, with winds gusting over 2o knots. The plan had been to paddle around, maybe to the north shore of Long Island, and then back to Rye by the afternoon. But that was looking less and less realistic. Matt called a meeting where the group decided the most prudent thing to do was head directly to Pelham, seeking shelter from various islands on the way. From there we’d figure out a way to get our cars and go home.

Some photos just read better as black and white.

Getting our kayaks off the island was just as tricky as getting them on, and once we were all safely bobbing up and down in the water, we paddled around the sheltered side of the island and into the oncoming swells, which were now topping out at about 6 feet. My kayak, a red Wilderness Systems Focus 150, is known for getting pushed around by the wind due to it’s higher stance, and for being hard to edge and turn. To my dismay, this turned out to be completely true. Going into the wind and into the oncoming waves was a cinch, and I found myself having a great time. Until we needed to turn at a right angle from it. That’s where my trouble began.

The only thing you have to fear is fear itself. So goes the saying. As I wrestled my boat to take the wind and swells broadside, it kept slipping even further away until I had the wind blowing up my ass. The grin on my face from sloshing up and down over the oncoming waves gave way to tight, eye-bulging anxiety, as I attempted to keep the kayak headed in the right direction. It seemed that every wave tried to twist the boat away from me, forcing me to madly counterbalance, bracing first one side up the face of a wave, then the other side as I slid back down. The dread of possibly getting knocked over seeped into me. The water was cold. And murky. And we were at least a mile from the nearest solid ground. Fuck.

I heard my paddling partner Robin yelling at me to relax and go with the waves. “Your kayak wants to float! Let it!” That helped for a bit, and I was able to get myself sorted out. But soon the anxiety rose again, causing me to loose my rhythm and tighten up, fighting more than paddling.

Carl popping over the crest of a wave.

Trying to keep it straight against 6′ swells.

Caught with the wrong oar on the wrong side at the wrong time.

Over we go.

And down.

Getting knocked over was almost a relief, breaking the fear in a cold, wet plunge, cutting it off and replacing it in one motion with the clarity of the moment. One second I was rigid with resistance, and then, almost instantly, forced into the relaxation that comes with holding your breath deeply. I looked around in the greenness for the toggle on my spray skirt, popped it out, and surfaced, making sure not to lose my paddle. Or my hat. Or my camera. Shit, I had a lot of stuff floating around. Robin paddled over and asked in a friendly voice if I was ok, almost casually, as if we were on solid ground and just I’d stumbled a bit as we walked.

Performing an assisted or self-rescue in the chilly, rolling ocean is very different from one in the well-lit, chlorinated safety of a heated indoor pool. Thanks to Robin’s thoughtful coaching and her relaxed attitude, I was able to get back in my kayak and continue on, losing only a little of my pride and my favorite baseball cap, relieved now that the fear of falling had literally been washed away.

Landing on Huckleberry Island to regroup.

Nice kayak!

She and I rejoined the others and we all landed on Huckleberry Island to rest, pull ourselves together, have a snack, take a leak, and to figure out where, exactly, we were going to paddle next. It can be difficult to discern one small island from another when you’re sea level, so after making sure we were where we thought we were, we established a plan for the last leg of our journey, and got ahold of Lynda’s fiancé, Dave. He’d meet us there and drive a group of us to go get our cars.

Back to civilization.

Saved by Dave and the dog!

We shoved off again and paddled through one last nasty bit, quickly finding shelter near the coast. We then navigated past various beach and yacht clubs to an inlet and calm water. The passage underneath the small bridge that leads to Glen Island was as much a psychological relief as a physical one. Boom. Just like that the wind disappeared. And, and I could be mistaken here, it seemed the clouds began to lighten up a bit as well, and we were able to enjoy looking at moored pleasure boats as we dipped our oars in the water, propelling ourselves on.

From Glen Island, we glided around to the backside of Hunter Island and the Orchard Beach parking lot where Dave and he and Lynda’s dog were waiting. Tired, happy, ready to go home, we pulled ourselves from the water and unloaded our boats. Then we figured out which order we wanted to get our vehicles in. Dave drove batch drove away, leaving me with Robin, Gary, Ann and Kerry to chill and wait.

It was over. Happily, only two of us had been rolled by the water, and thanks to the competent experience of our group leaders, the dunkings were uneventful. And despite the challenges everybody seemed to have had a great time. Indeed, it had been an excellent trip, and as I drove home to my family, I found myself thinking about the next one. Hopefully I’d learn to roll my kayak back up this summer so that an assisted rescue wouldn’t be needed. We’ll see.

Thanks for reading! To see my portrait work, please visit my website: http://www.NJohnstonPhotography.com

1st row: Andrea, Kerry, Ann. 2nd row: Robin, Carl, Lynda. 3rd row: Matt, Gary, Nathaniel.

The Execution Rocks Lighthouse is an historic structure built in the 1800’s, and is currently owned by Craig Morrison and Linell Lukesh. Money for the pleasure of our over night stay and the amazing BBQ they welcomed us with go to the restoration of the lighthouse. To donate, please visit their website: www.lighthouserestorations.org

Prime Paddlesports is owned and operated by Matt Kane, and promotes paddlesport learning, adventure and fun for kayakers, creating opportunities for skill development and on-water confidence building with courses, workshops, coastal retreats and events. Learn more by logging on to: www.primepaddlesports.com

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I’m fairly new to kayaking, and have so far enjoyed a few afternoon paddles in the Hudson River near our home and in Goose Pond near Lee, MA, where we vacation in the summer.

execution rocks lighthouse I'm fairly new to kayaking, and have so far enjoyed a few afternoon paddles in the Hudson River near our home and in Goose Pond near Lee, MA, where we vacation in the summer.

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2017 Sandy Creek Pen Rearing Project

Volunteers,

We have been working hard and we are excited to announce some big things for the project in 2017. Yesterday’s annual pen rearing meeting was attended by a big audience and I am glad many of you had a chance to make it there.The biggest news announced publically yesterday was the partnership between the Sandy Creek Pen Rearing Project and the Brockport Yacht Club. BYC has agreed to allow us to use their property to host our pen project. BYC offers a great location and infrastructure for the project and in my opinion the best overall location in all of Sandy Creek. This relationship is something that I had hoped would happen for the better of the project for over 4 years now and I am very happy that it has finally happened.

Another big announcement is our partnership with East Fork Marina. The owner Tom Barbera has generously offered his marina for us to use as a staging area. Our work parties will now take place at his marina and all of the pen assembly and prep work will now take place there. The pen rearing project work parties will now also work in conjunction and happen on the same day as the annual East Fork Marina dock party. Since both parties seem to share a common volunteer base, it’s a no brainer to schedule the work for the same weekend. We are hoping to follow the day’s hard work with an after party with lots of food and drinks. Mark it in your calendar- Saturday April 15 9:00am at East Fork Marina (236 Lake Rd East Fork, Hamlin, NY 14464).

We have also invested in automatic feeders for our pens. Oswego and the Canadian pen projects have been using feeders for years and they offered a lot of insight into the decision. Wilson, Olcott, and Oak Orchard have all followed suit and will also be using to the same automatic feeders this year. Automatic feeders offer many advantages to the project and we are excited about the many positive changes that the feeders offer us. Each pen will have 2 feeders (one on each end) and will provide constant trickle of food over the 12 hour cycle. It’s a big change to our current way of doing things. We now will only have 2 daily site visits. 8:00AM the feeders will be loaded for the day and our paperwork will still require documentation of time, temperature, fatalities, etc. Our second site visit will occur at 8PM. Pens will be cleaned, feeders will be checked, documentation completed, and a hand feeding will take place.

The biggest change that the introduction of feeders brings is the elimination of the “old school” feeding schedule. The feeding schedule was challenging to say the least and was exhausting to the person maintaining it along with the demand it left on volunteers. On the positive side, the daily feedings allowed volunteers that normally didn’t participate in work parties, to get involved. Everyone enjoyed feeding the fish. Big changes to the project but I am encouraging all volunteers to continue to help in any way they can and stay involved.

Eliminating the feeding schedule has also affected the role of SUNY Brockport, which has had a daily role in this project for over 10 years. We are ironing out some ideas to adapt them to the changes and to keep them involved. I see them as a vital resource and we are be dedicated to continuing that relationship. Some great ideas were mentioned yesterday, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see them taking on a larger role and increasing their involvement starting in 2017.

I am also excited to inform the group that our pen rearing numbers have been increased by the NYSDEC. Our current capacity is 54,000 Chinook salmon but in the 2017 year it will be raised to 64,000. These additional fish will come from Sandy Creek’s direct stock allotment. The NYSDEC’s Chinook Salmon tagging and clipping study (which is in its final year in 2017) has shown that pen reared fish have a 2 to 1 survival rate vs direct stocked fish. This new data shows another example of how important these projects are to the fishery.

The changes this year have led to a large financial investment for our project. As most of you know we are financially independent and rely on donations to keep us operating. Most years our financial needs are minuscule and we generally spend more on pizza and drinks then we do on operating costs. 2017 is different! Our total project investment for 2017 will be around $2100. We have already purchased feeders ($1500) and should be receiving them next week. I have put up my own personal money to purchase the feeders. We were also fortunate to have a volunteer from the Olcott Pen Rearing Project (Al Sauerland) build us stands. Al donated his time and charged us only for materials to make the stands ($300). We are still in need of a few things for 2017 including zip ties, freezer bags, bulk dock line, and a new dock box. Prior to this year we had an account balance of $703. I reached out to the Genesee Charter Boat Association (myself and Scott Bengsch are also members of the GCBA board) and they gladly donated $400 to the project. We have some other sources that we are also reaching out to but I would also like to reach out to the volunteer base for ideas. Bottom line, for the first time since I have been coordinator, we need to raise some funds. Our account is technically in the red. I think that raising an additional $2000 would be a good goal for us. It would pay for our 2017 investment and leave us with about $1000 in our account. Any help would be great! Feel free to contact our treasurer directly for contributions.  

So here is the schedule for 2017. Please let us know when you can volunteer! 2017 Sandy Creek Pen Rearing Schedule 

Annual pen rearing meeting (Saturday March 25 @ 1:00pm)-would take place mid-March-location Hamlin town hall-introduce new volunteers-review of last year-job duties assigned-go over time line schedule-introduce feeding schedule-announce any major changes-job duties assigned 

2nd week of April-pull pens from storage-deliver pens to Marina-pens must be delivered sometime during this week-work party must consist of at least 6-8 guys (half on each site) 

3rd weekend of April        -Pen Rearing/ East Fork Marina dock party (Saturday April 15 @ 9:00am)-huge work party (15+ volunteers)-put nets on pens-drop pens in the water at marina-tow to BYC (need boat or 2 onsite)-install feeders-install dock box-Make everything ready to receive pen fish-East Fork Marina dock install-party, party, party 

Day of Fish delivery (approx. April 17-21)           -receive fish midday- 10am-2pm (2 volunteers)-divide all food (2 volunteers)-move pens from BYC wall to SE docks (2-5 volunteers) 

Fish Feeding Schedule    -fish will be held approx. 3 weeks-feeding schedule (feeders must be loaded at 8am)-temps and fatalities recorded-pens must be checked in pm (8pm)-pens cleaned, feeders checked, hand feeding, temps and fatalities recorded 

Fish release day    (Thursday May 4)        -huge work party-(10+ volunteers)-evening or weekend-fish must be release prior to BYC launch party (May 6)-release fish-remove pens from water         -power wash pens-remove nets, power wash, put into storage-relocate everything project related to storage 

Weekend following release day               -pull pens from marina-deliver pens to storage-pens must be removed sometime during this week-work party must consist of at least 6-8 guys (half on each site)  

Any questions or concerns feel free to contact any of the listed board members.Thanks!

Sandy Creek Pen Rearing Project 

Rob Westcott- Project Coordinator

Email- captrob@legacysportfishing.com

585-703-0969 

Scott Bengsch- Director

Email- scott14580@yahoo.com

585-370-8068 

Steve Rutherford- treasurer

Email- lumpy1072000@yahoo.com

585-507-9869 

Brian Gambell- secretary

Email- gambellb@aol.com

585-727-9279 

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https://www.facebook.com/SandyCreekPenRearingProject/ 

Join our mailing list and stay informed

sandycreekpenrearing@yahoo.com 

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I’m fairly new to kayaking, and have so far enjoyed a few afternoon paddles in the Hudson River near our home and in Goose Pond near Lee, MA, where we vacation in the summer. The more I do it, the more I enjoy the challenges it offers. It’s a great way to get alone time for a few hours, and maybe enjoy some non-work related photography. Or to just sit, bobbing up and down like a cork, watching clouds.

The Hudson River south of the Tappan Zee bridge. A timed exposure.

And so when Matt Kane of Prime Paddlesports invited me to join with him and a group of kayakers on an overnight expedition to the Execution Rocks Lighthouse, I was totally in. The longest kayak trip I’ve had to date was about 3 hours on the Hudson, so this was a big step up. We’d meet in Rye, NY, paddle 5 miles from the coast, south by south west, to a pile of rocks few miles north of Port Washington, NY, and back again the following morning, which happened to be Memorial Day.

Loading up.

Getting in.

Paddling off.

After meeting up at the appointed time and place, and getting our boats and gear sorted out in the Edith G. Read Wildlife Sanctuary parking lot, we popped into our kayaks and shoved off into the setting sun. Despite the increasing clouds, the weather was calm and pleasant as we paddled, keeping a wary eye out for holiday pleasure boaters and quietly chatting about the lore of the Execution Rocks.

During the Revolutionary War, British soldiers were reported to have used the 9 foot tide at the island to execute prisoners, chaining them to the rocks during low tide. Additionally, Execution Rocks is where cereal killer Carl Panzram claimed to have dumped the bodies of his numerous victims. They say on starless nights you can tortured hear voices calling out as the water rises. This is where we plan on spending the night.

Using charts to navigate.

The sky gets darker.

Feeling very small in a very big place.

Matt Kane glides over darkening waters.

Sun comes out before going down.

We were running late, but thankfully the lighthouse’s beacon began it’s regular pulsing in the dark, and we were able to plot a good path using it and some nearby buoys. Our landing on the rocks of the island was going to be a technical one, and as we finally reached our destination, the ocean seemed to want to test us by picking up its energy. Our hosts, Craig and Linell, helped by shining flashlights down on us as we methodically lifted one heavy, packed kayak after another up the rip rap that makes the island, to safety.

One last navigational discussion before nightfall.

Execution Rocks Lighthouse beacon guides us in.

Craig and Linell, a welcome sight!

The lighthouse is a creepy, remarkable affair, feeling abandoned and ancient until you poke around a little and discover signs of the owners. Tables with glowing lanterns, food and water in the kitchen, a nice grill outside. Ironically, though Con Edison uses the island as a switching point for millions of volts of electricity and the Coast Guard is obliged to keep the lighthouse’s beacon flashing, there’s no electricity for Craig and Linell. Not yet, anyway. They’re in the process of raising funds to renovate the historic structure. So we bumbled around using flashlights and settled in to the smell of cooked meat wafting off Craig’s BBQ.

After a good burger, made fantastic by the long trip, I figured some photography was in order, and began setting up to the complaints of nesting seagulls. I normally do portraits of people, and since the lighthouse now had it’s own persona in my mind, I decided a portrait would be fitting. It being Memorial Day and all, I decided on a patriotic theme, and introduced red and blue light to compliment the white beacon at the top of the lighthouse. I left Matt’s silhouette undoctored because it’s so ghostly, a fitting addition to the image.

The Execution Rocks Lighthouse off the coast of Port Washington, NY.

Later, as I dropped into dreamless sleep, I kind of hoped I’d see a ghost, and at the same time, really wished I wouldn’t experience a haunting. Around 2am I was jerked from my sleep by a loud crash and howling wind. Somehow, a door had come loose and blown open as a storm moved into the area, rattling the living room I was camped out in. Assuring myself it was wind and not spirits that had roused me, I got up and walked outside. It was high tide. The waves that had earlier been yards below us, were now right at the door step, as if to remind me of the location’s gruesome history. Gusts of wind clawed at me and I watched waves roll in out of the east. Though no apparitions made themselves known to me, I felt aware and vulnerable as I realized we might have to paddle back in this.

Still kind of creepy in the daytime.

Aborting our long paddle back to Rye.

Group photo before we shove off.

In the morning we powered up on food and coffee. I had instant coffee in a pink sippy cup. Literally. What? I have 3 little girls at home. That’s how I roll.

After that we packed our boats, casting nervous eyes off the island. The seas, calm and serene yesterday, were now breaking on 5 foot swells, with winds gusting over 2o knots. The plan had been to paddle around, maybe to the north shore of Long Island, and then back to Rye by the afternoon. But that was looking less and less realistic. Matt called a meeting where the group decided the most prudent thing to do was head directly to Pelham, seeking shelter from various islands on the way. From there we’d figure out a way to get our cars and go home.

Some photos just read better as black and white.

Getting our kayaks off the island was just as tricky as getting them on, and once we were all safely bobbing up and down in the water, we paddled around the sheltered side of the island and into the oncoming swells, which were now topping out at about 6 feet. My kayak, a red Wilderness Systems Focus 150, is known for getting pushed around by the wind due to it’s higher stance, and for being hard to edge and turn. To my dismay, this turned out to be completely true. Going into the wind and into the oncoming waves was a cinch, and I found myself having a great time. Until we needed to turn at a right angle from it. That’s where my trouble began.

The only thing you have to fear is fear itself. So goes the saying. As I wrestled my boat to take the wind and swells broadside, it kept slipping even further away until I had the wind blowing up my ass. The grin on my face from sloshing up and down over the oncoming waves gave way to tight, eye-bulging anxiety, as I attempted to keep the kayak headed in the right direction. It seemed that every wave tried to twist the boat away from me, forcing me to madly counterbalance, bracing first one side up the face of a wave, then the other side as I slid back down. The dread of possibly getting knocked over seeped into me. The water was cold. And murky. And we were at least a mile from the nearest solid ground. Fuck.

I heard my paddling partner Robin yelling at me to relax and go with the waves. “Your kayak wants to float! Let it!” That helped for a bit, and I was able to get myself sorted out. But soon the anxiety rose again, causing me to loose my rhythm and tighten up, fighting more than paddling.

Carl popping over the crest of a wave.

Trying to keep it straight against 6′ swells.

Caught with the wrong oar on the wrong side at the wrong time.

Over we go.

And down.

Getting knocked over was almost a relief, breaking the fear in a cold, wet plunge, cutting it off and replacing it in one motion with the clarity of the moment. One second I was rigid with resistance, and then, almost instantly, forced into the relaxation that comes with holding your breath deeply. I looked around in the greenness for the toggle on my spray skirt, popped it out, and surfaced, making sure not to lose my paddle. Or my hat. Or my camera. Shit, I had a lot of stuff floating around. Robin paddled over and asked in a friendly voice if I was ok, almost casually, as if we were on solid ground and just I’d stumbled a bit as we walked.

Performing an assisted or self-rescue in the chilly, rolling ocean is very different from one in the well-lit, chlorinated safety of a heated indoor pool. Thanks to Robin’s thoughtful coaching and her relaxed attitude, I was able to get back in my kayak and continue on, losing only a little of my pride and my favorite baseball cap, relieved now that the fear of falling had literally been washed away.

Landing on Huckleberry Island to regroup.

Nice kayak!

She and I rejoined the others and we all landed on Huckleberry Island to rest, pull ourselves together, have a snack, take a leak, and to figure out where, exactly, we were going to paddle next. It can be difficult to discern one small island from another when you’re sea level, so after making sure we were where we thought we were, we established a plan for the last leg of our journey, and got ahold of Lynda’s fiancé, Dave. He’d meet us there and drive a group of us to go get our cars.

Back to civilization.

Saved by Dave and the dog!

We shoved off again and paddled through one last nasty bit, quickly finding shelter near the coast. We then navigated past various beach and yacht clubs to an inlet and calm water. The passage underneath the small bridge that leads to Glen Island was as much a psychological relief as a physical one. Boom. Just like that the wind disappeared. And, and I could be mistaken here, it seemed the clouds began to lighten up a bit as well, and we were able to enjoy looking at moored pleasure boats as we dipped our oars in the water, propelling ourselves on.

From Glen Island, we glided around to the backside of Hunter Island and the Orchard Beach parking lot where Dave and he and Lynda’s dog were waiting. Tired, happy, ready to go home, we pulled ourselves from the water and unloaded our boats. Then we figured out which order we wanted to get our vehicles in. Dave drove batch drove away, leaving me with Robin, Gary, Ann and Kerry to chill and wait.

It was over. Happily, only two of us had been rolled by the water, and thanks to the competent experience of our group leaders, the dunkings were uneventful. And despite the challenges everybody seemed to have had a great time. Indeed, it had been an excellent trip, and as I drove home to my family, I found myself thinking about the next one. Hopefully I’d learn to roll my kayak back up this summer so that an assisted rescue wouldn’t be needed. We’ll see.

Thanks for reading! To see my portrait work, please visit my website: http://www.NJohnstonPhotography.com

1st row: Andrea, Kerry, Ann. 2nd row: Robin, Carl, Lynda. 3rd row: Matt, Gary, Nathaniel.

The Execution Rocks Lighthouse is an historic structure built in the 1800’s, and is currently owned by Craig Morrison and Linell Lukesh. Money for the pleasure of our over night stay and the amazing BBQ they welcomed us with go to the restoration of the lighthouse. To donate, please visit their website: www.lighthouserestorations.org

Prime Paddlesports is owned and operated by Matt Kane, and promotes paddlesport learning, adventure and fun for kayakers, creating opportunities for skill development and on-water confidence building with courses, workshops, coastal retreats and events. Learn more by logging on to: www.primepaddlesports.com

execution rocks lighthouse I'm fairly new to kayaking, and have so far enjoyed a few afternoon paddles in the Hudson River near our home and in Goose Pond near Lee, MA, where we vacation in the summer.