Andiamos’ Log Book View all posts by T.D. AlanFebruary 4, 2019 Leaving Pago Pago, American Samoa Here are some of Moes’ recent logs after one of our trips to Pago Pago in American Samoa.   Friday October 12, 2018: Destination Tonga Wind 15-20 knots. Clear w/Intermittent squeals. Latitude; South 514 degrees 16.370’. Longitude; West 170 … Continue reading S/V Andiamo’s Logbook

It took a long time for me to learn how to catch waves. I was either paddling too far in front of the wave or too far back. I spent a lot of time eyeball to eyeball with the pit entering the trough like a spear with my surfboard.I paddled, fruitlessly, for more waves than … Continue reading Born In a Soup Line

THE CATS OF ENCINITAS The cats of Encinitas have a little game trail they have worn into the bluff beneath the State Beach Headquarters of Elija. The old man standing on the bluff was checking out the surf between Swamis to the north and Salt Creek to the south when he saw a little flash … Continue reading The Cats of Encinitas

Henry was an illusive individual. You would see him hanging aroundand then he would be gone. I would ask someone near by, "Have you seen Henry?" Yeah, he was here." was the answer. "I don't know where he went. Just like him you know." Then a week later he would be back. I would ask … Continue reading A Quart of Gallo Wine and a Frieght Train

Hopping a freight out of L.A.’s Eastyard was always easy. This time traveling with my brother, Doug, we snatched an open doored boxcar late in the afternoon headed East. Our destination was Yuma Arizona, but first we had to negotiate the dreaded Colten Yard. Sometime after dark we offloaded outside of the yard on the … Continue reading Doug’s Freight

After the last low was pushed through, by a fast moving freight train of a high, the temperature dropped fifteen degrees and the wind blew out of the northwest with ice in its' teeth. In Sacramento skiers following the weather forecasts were making plans for the next weekend and the ski areas of the Sierra … Continue reading Idiots

By eight, the mob had arrived. Rising and falling with the swells, we appeared as mere flotsam on the surface of the ocean. No one talked, just an occasional nod of the head in recognition. The sky was a dull gray slate and the air motionless. A heavy presence lingered in the atmosphere like a … Continue reading Outside

Saturday nights were for one thing only: getting drunk. Actually, it was for three things: A- Getting the liquor, B- drinking the liquor, and C- driving while drunk on the liquor. These comprised the one thing that Saturday nights were for. My role was getting the liquor and drinking the liquor. Others would be drinking … Continue reading The ABC’s of Saturday Nights

As a child, I was king.  A king of lonely, hot, humid summer days where only the buzz of insects filled the stillness and storks stood fishing on one leg for hours on end.  I was a prince. A prince of a long dead bayou and kept cool within the muck and mire of black, … Continue reading Losing Eddy