The Adventures of the Wasatch
When you reach the horizon, you're near  your journey's end
Enjoying a Margarita in Careyes, Mexico
Back at my condominium in Salt Lake City
I was born in Ohio, the second oldest of 4 children to a couple of school
teachers.  After living in several small towns in Ohio, I grew up primarily in
Columbus Ohio.  I developed my enthusiasm for traveling from my mother and
father who used to take the family on 2 to 3 week camping trips for the family
summer vacation.  By the time I was 12, I had been to all of the States except for
Hawaii.  We had even taken a 6 week camping trip to Alaska just after it had
become a state.  One memory that still looms large in my mind was when my Dad
and I left the campsite in Valdes one afternoon and went for a little hike.  We
ended up scrambling and rock climbing up the side of the mountain and onto
Valdes Glacier and then had to pick our way back down the glacier through the
crevass field.   Another memory was as we were leaving Alaska and heading for
Dawson Creek in the Yukon territory, we stopped along the side of the road of a
mountain pass around midnight, hiked up a little spongy tundra covered hill
listening to the bleeting sound of ptarmigans, and watched the midnight sun
come down, touch the northern horizon and then start moving back up in the
sky.  Indeed I have a lot of fond memories of those trips traveling by car and
camping out under the stars in the culturally rich and diverse United States of the
50’s.  My early years were like Camelot, but like Camelot, it didn’t last.  My father
passed away not too long after the trip to Alaska.    Being the only male in the
family, it seemed like I ended up with a lot more of the family responsibilities.  We
lived in an upper middle class neighborhood and were always playing financial
catch up with the other kids.  I guess because of this, I decided to work hard in
school, make good grades, and make something of myself.  I decided to  become
a doctor when I grew up.  So that with the work at home and the extra schoolwork
to make good grades, my life became a serious uphill grind for too many years.  
After high school the grind continued through College, Medical School, my
residency, and even once into the practice of Anesthesiology.  I became a
workaholic wan-a-be bumb.  Although the practice of Anesthesiology at a tertiary
care hospital in a major metropolitan area was quite demanding and required
working a lot of long, odd hours, it also allowed me quite a bit of  vacation time.  
One year I took a 5-week trip  backpacking through Europe, another time I took a
5-week walkabout in New Zealand and Australia, and I also did a combination trip
2 weeks in East Africa and 2 weeks sailing from the Seychelles to Aden, Yemen.  
Indeed over the years I have developed an insatiable appetite for traveling and
exploring the world.
Somewhere along the road I missed out on the marriage/family, at least of my
own, thing.  As I think about it, the reasons are several and somewhat complex, a
matter of priority and timing.  With my nose to the grindstone pursuing a medical
career I was slow to get into the social scene of finding a significant other.  The
first serious relationship didn't come until I was nearly 30 in Salt Lake City.  A
fellow anesthesiologist fixed me up with his next door neighbor.  Sandy already
had three children a 6, a 5 and a 1 1/2 years old.  When I first started going with
Sandy my thought was that this would just be a short term relationship.  She was
LDS and I was agnostic/atheist and if I wanted a family, I wanted my own family.  
But the relationship lasted longer than I originally had anticipated.  Sandy was a
quite attractive lady and there was a lot of physical chemistry between us, if not
tormented physical chemistry because of the religious differences.   And I
became quite fond of the kids as well.  But through the years our differences in
religion and philosophies of life took its toll.  As the kids grew into their teenage
years and their interests moved from the family to their friends and relationships
at school, and Sandy began entertaining the idea of pursuing a relationship with
another guy, I felt there was no longer a place for me in their lives, and after 10
years of sharing a part of their lives with them, moved on.  
At that point I was sort of out of sink with developing another relationship.  Most
of the single women my age, particularly in Salt Lake City, had their hands full
dealing with rambunctious, rebellious, teenage kids, and I wasn't sure I wanted to
jump into that and somebody elses problems.  So most of my free time was spent
skiing in the winter, sailing in the summer, and traveling anytime of the year,
although I'll have to say my favorite was Europe in the Spring.   Being particularly
fond of traveling, visiting foreign places, cultures and experiencing foreign
cuisine, I was either on a trip somewhere or had one planned, among them
included a 5-week backpacking trip through Western Europe after just finishing
up medical school, a  couple of cruises on large cruise ships to the eastern
Mediterranean and the Caribbean, a ski trip to Zermatt Switzerland, a 5-week walk
about through New Zealand and Australia including a 4 day dive trip on the Great
Barrier reef, another 5-week back packing trip to Eastern Europe just after the
Berlin Wall had come down, a tour through East Africa, a three week car ride
through Germany, a tour to South America, a tour through Turkey, a tour to Israel
and Jordan, a tour through England, a tour through France,a tour to Japan and
China, including a stop in Hongkong, a tour to India and Nepal including a stop in
Bankok,a tour through Northern Europe and Russia, a 2-week visit to London,
Brugge, and Paris, and a tour to Egypt.  In addition I had a couple of time share
condominiums that I used in Mazatlan and Yellowstone, and traded for stays in
Jamaica, Canun, Acapulco, San Diego and many times in Hawaii.
I also became interested in scuba diving and  did a number of dive trips to San
Diego, The Bahamas, Bonnaire, Cozumel, and Belize.

My first exposure to sailing came not long after I moved to Utah.  At the time it
seemed like there was a craze for small boat lake sailing and I was introduced to
Hobie Cats while vacationing with one of my colleages,Gary, down on his
houseboat on Lake Powell.  His niece had brought a Hobie 14, down from Salt
Lake City.  I had wanted to try one out, so one morning my girlfriend Sandy and I
pushed the Hobie into the water and hopped on.  The wind was hardly blowing
but enough for the boat to respond to the tiller and mainsheet.  With Sandy laying
across the trapoline with a hand on the jib sheet and I on the tiller and
mainsheet, it was almost like the boat was suspended in space and you could feel
and an invisible force energizing the boat and pushing it along in the water.  I
thought to myself “so this is what sailing is about.”  Later that week while Garys
kids were out on the Hobie a storm came up and tipped the boat over.  Gary and I
had to go out in the motor boat to rescue them.  After loading the kids into the
boat, Gary and I righted the overturned Hobie and tried to sail the it back to the
house boat, but in the intense wind we were unable to make the Hobie tack
through the wind, obviously neither of us had much experience with a Hobie Cat.  
We finally ended up taking the sails down and towing it back with the motor boat.
Although unsuccessful in sailing the boat back, the effort was exhilarating.  I was
hooked on sailing.  Later on that season I bought my own Hobie 16 and sailed one
on Deer Creek Reservoir, known in the area for its brisk winds, for the next
twenty years.  Moving up to the 18 SX with wings in the early 90s, the Hobie Cat
provided the energy fix for the adrenaline junky in me, and it was a great way to
learn the mechanics of sailing.
Also in the early 90’s I hooked up with a sailing group in the Wasatch Mountain
Club.  Spear-headed by one gentleman in particular, we would get a group of
interested people together and then go and Charter Boats in different cruising
grounds around the world.  Over the next 10 years we did 9 trips with anywhere
from 2 to 6 boats with usually about 6 people on a boat.   At least in the beginning
the group was long on enthusiasm and short on experience, so with my Hobie Cat
experience I was chosen to skipper one of the boats.  The first trip was, of
course, to the Virgin Islands.  After that we, move down the chain of Caribbean
Islands, then Belize, Greece, Turkey, Sea of Cortez, and the Society Islands.  The
experiences and adventures that we shared on those trips are among my best
Then a couple of other guys from the club and I brain stormed a plan to form a
three year partnership to buy a sailboat.  We planned to refit her for cruising in
the first year, and then to sail her down through the Panama Canal and into the
Caribbean and take turns going down to sail her in the next two years.  To make a
long story short, the partnership quickly fell through and before I knew it, I was
the dubiously proud owner of the Wasatch, a 17 year old Kelly Peterson 44 fixer
upper.  Indeed, in the earlier years, it was a crap shoot to get her the 38 miles
from Marina Del Rey to Catalina  Island and back without a seemingly major
breakdown: engine not starting, leaking fuel lines, dirty fuel, leaking water tanks,
refrigerator breakdowns, fan belts breaking, etc.  Being sole owner of the boat
now, it didn’t make sense for me to go cruising until I retired, so I had plenty of
time to get her ready.  Twelve years later after putting a huge amount of time and
boat dollars into her, she was polished up and put back in her original shape as a
solid, safe, and comfortable center cockpit sailing vessel.  With her teak interior
and outside trim, she has the old boat charm with all of the modern equipment.
Indeed, with all the work that needed to be done on the Wasatch to get her ready
to go cruising, the boat was usually to torn up under construction to take her out
sailing and it seemed like the nearer I got to my retirement date and jump off, the
more torn up and out of commission the boat was and the less sailing I did.  The
last of the sailing trips with the Wasatch Mountain Club had ended with the end
of the 90s, I guess the original members in the group, that had spear headed the
effort to get things moving, had gotten older and lost their motivation to continue
putting the trips together as they did take a lot of work and effort.  Also I was
becoming older and my days of hanging out on a trapeze and flying a hull on the
Hobie Cat were waning.  I gradually by the end of the 90s had become an
airmchair sailor, like so many of the boaters in America.  I spent a good part of my
time reading sailing magazines, books, and manuals, and experiencing other
peoples sailing adventures and interests vicariously.  The nearest I came to
sailing was sitting at dock parties shooting the bull and talking about boats and
sailing.  So one of the major purposes of this website is to share my experences
and adventures, both the ups and downs, the good and the bad of cruising on
the Wasatch with others out there who are interested in cruising, both those who
are getting ready to take the plunge and someday jump off,  and those because
of their own particular situation never will.
Sking Bananas at Snowbird
Sking Little Cloud at Snowbird
Kaibab trail in the Grand Canyon
About the Captain
Lucky to Catch this Sailfish,Mazatlan '93
Siphoning Diesel in La Cruz
Hicking to Catherines pass at Alta
Some Columbines along the trail to Catherines Pass
Cruising Big Emma
Early morning microburst on the mind-bending 10 hour drive from Salt Lake City to L.A.
Making Friends with the King of the Savanah, East Africa
Crossing the Rift Valley, East Africa
Seychelles '92
Sister and Brother-in-law at Delicate Arch in Southern Utah
Horn Toad on City Creek Ridge behind my condo in Salt Lake City
Found this little lion cub at a rest stop in Egypt
Sunset over the Nile, Cairo Egypt
Cherry Blossoms in Northern Japan
Spent the night at this Chateau Western France
Monets Garden in Cheverney France
Treasury (Tomb) of Ancient Petra, Jordan
Warwick Castle, England
Canteberry Cathedral, England