tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41081878014551323542024-03-13T20:01:28.235-07:00Last ParadiseA dream made a realityLast Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-41419561164071057082010-08-12T05:39:00.001-07:002010-08-12T13:39:41.669-07:00A Whale of a Tale (and other animal encounters)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsF0j-G4XhdVhKPCbHyg2Kmo0De6W8QTyrD1Y10mugjNJm42zlyIwVQw-rFfbo3JbHla-KgplCvWsi1WmRqIMzQ1UnIk8a5CUJvN876t9krUP2yFo0SXEzVvS2Xdg6H-hEHd10-e70n0/s1600/Fluke.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsF0j-G4XhdVhKPCbHyg2Kmo0De6W8QTyrD1Y10mugjNJm42zlyIwVQw-rFfbo3JbHla-KgplCvWsi1WmRqIMzQ1UnIk8a5CUJvN876t9krUP2yFo0SXEzVvS2Xdg6H-hEHd10-e70n0/s320/Fluke.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504504718625191458" /></a><br /><br />Cruising in the Pacific offered Jeff and I some pretty amazing encounters with marine life. We had a few in the Caribbean as well, but it was in the Pacific that the really big ones happened. I'm sorry to say that we don't have pictures of ANY of these encounters, but the images are burned into our brains forever. <br /><br />The first such encounter happened on our way to Rarotonga in the Cook Islands. We were sailing along, Jeff had just laid down to try to take a nap. I went down to the galley to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and I heard a weird noise. Something that you may not know is sound travels really well in water. If you listen, you can hear everything from a ships prop spinning (from fairly far away, although not far enough!) to the call of dolphins. I can't really remember exactly what I heard, but it was definitely something different. I ran up on deck and had a look around, no ships. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then I looked off the stern. We had 2 fishing lines out- one of the few times we attempted this on passage- usually its too rough to even think about dealing with a fish. But the weather was super calm so why not have that much more of a chance at catching something? Well, in between our 2 lines I saw something in the water- I think the words that came out of my mouth were "holy shi* JEFF!" poor Jeff had just fallen asleep and he just about fell out of the vee-berth thinking we were about to collide with a huge ship. Well, it wasn't quite that urgent, but it was a whale! Yep. A large humpback (we think, it never came far enough out of the water to identify, but that is the most common sighting in these waters) was swimming right in between our fishing lines following the boat! We weren't sure what to do, strategically, to get ourselves out of the whales path. In fact, I don't think we did anything. The whale continued lolling around behind us for awhile and then disappeared. What a cool experience though, our first whale! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFogGLCKMawEYis9B0Tlyvhqr5QTzndGEcwk_nvY_dpTimmaFkXgKdgKRbEdYjfjg8V6eL2zkpd0fwj8boPGOVl4PmcdonIfEoL_lSFPT8rzzSp-CTPvBHwTpTlKJkkhB3_6LzwATtDQ/s1600/250px-Twist_tail_spin.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFogGLCKMawEYis9B0Tlyvhqr5QTzndGEcwk_nvY_dpTimmaFkXgKdgKRbEdYjfjg8V6eL2zkpd0fwj8boPGOVl4PmcdonIfEoL_lSFPT8rzzSp-CTPvBHwTpTlKJkkhB3_6LzwATtDQ/s320/250px-Twist_tail_spin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504582014999281202" /></a> <br />On our way into New Zealand, on our last day of the passage actually, I wrote about it in my journal so I have some details. Around 4PM I was down below making us an afternoon snack of popcorn when Jeff called down "dolphins! Abs, dolphins!"I ran up to the cockpit and had a look around, I saw a few small dolphins around the boat. I went back below and finished up the popcorn prep grabbed my fleece and harness and came up to watch them some more. WOW. What an amazing show we had that day! There must have been over 100 dolphins jumping and playing all around the boat! We got to watch the show for about 30 minutes before they disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Someone asked me later if I had some good photos and honestly, I didn't even get the camera out! Jeff and I got to share this moment, at the and of a 9 day passage that we had been apprehensive about (it *can* be a pretty nasty stretch of ocean, we got extremely lucky!) We felt like we were watching a movie together in the cockpit (complete with popcorn) and being welcomed into New Zealand waters. <br /><br />In Niue we could sit on shore and watch the whales spouting through their blow holes and tail slapping. In Vanuatu we ducked into a small anchorage that our guide books said was not inhabited. The weather was not great and the motion was horrible and we still had a long way to go to New Caledonia. We did not want to formally check into the country and figured we'd get away with it if we just stopped and waited a day or so for the seas to lay down without going ashore. The anchorage was amazing, one of the most beautiful we've ever been in. It was a small reef entrance with just a narrow , deep cut in the coral where we could set the anchor. Most of the surrounding coral dried or came close at low tide- it was truly a sight to behold. As I was on the bow getting ready to drop the anchor I looked ashore and saw a line of people (mostly children) waving from shore. Then I looked down and saw the most gorgeous sea turtle I'd ever seen diving down into the deep.<br /><br />I've saved the best for last...Tonga. Humpback whales visit the Vava'u group of the Kingdom of Tonga every year to mate and give birth in the warm waters. We had been snorkeling with some friends at a cave (OK, Jeff had been snorkeling in the cave. I watched the dingies). We were on our way back to our anchorage and noticed Whalesong, the local whale watching boat, watching a whale. There are strict regulations on how many boats can be within a certain radius of a whale, and also the speed that you can go near them. We were aware of these regulations so we slowed the engine and kept making our way home, while watching to see what we could see of the whale from a distance. Well, Whalesong was apparently done and were heading back in and they waved us over and said we could have a look. There was an enormous female Humpback whale with a calf, lolling on the surface looking very relaxed. We didn't get too close, we were in an 8 foot inflatable boat after all! Pretty soon another dingy joined us and we got the show of our lives... The mother began to slap her fin and splash around a bit, as if she was just waking up from a nap. She pushed her head out of the water a bit further a few times and then she disappeared. I stood up in the dingy to see if I could see her (yeah, right) and all of a sudden that mother whale did a FULL BREECH! Seriously. Less than 100' from our 8' dingy we had a 35-45' whale come cull speed out of the water and slam her body down. I think my choice of words was clever, something like 'HOLY SH*T!!!' remember, I was standing up. We were not close enough to get splashed, but we did feel the wake from her enormous mass hitting the water. After the breech, the mother began doing a series of tail slaps and the calf was doing mini-breeches in her wake. It was as though she was demonstrating how to do a breech to her little baby and we were so fortunate to be there to witness it. This was, hands down, the most amazing animal encounter I have ever had. EVER. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEJQOVPcu7hqAngGritFDPJ2Cpv2PG2HeoRNXgYSWb3s-gd0cLJqfe-mB79LJklDhNiRv0Of8JE-AztpkUcTs8PQd_hMsX10iznkSzA-qI6QFJ6U9zfv-1FNl9UGBZ0pk2Pyi9Qk7ZnM/s1600/sea-world-41.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEJQOVPcu7hqAngGritFDPJ2Cpv2PG2HeoRNXgYSWb3s-gd0cLJqfe-mB79LJklDhNiRv0Of8JE-AztpkUcTs8PQd_hMsX10iznkSzA-qI6QFJ6U9zfv-1FNl9UGBZ0pk2Pyi9Qk7ZnM/s320/sea-world-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504625399861147474" /></a>Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-49144263229209853112010-08-09T09:41:00.000-07:002010-08-09T10:48:14.595-07:00What's Cookin?I have a post all about galley's coming, this is all about cooking of a different sort!<br /><br />Well folks, it looks like we're adding another crew member to the list! We figure John might need a playmate on those remote islands in the Pacific :) <br /><br />I can't believe I'm going to look like this again... <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUcGnvWNzFhpAEvcIzK7uuWCnQxpl42FM-ECCPAWBqLQPxScKgI5AwdL7ZW_Ibb6PG4-ZwdKkaEeMklwJmiKrcEkoBBNhtjFW5WOqsfEZs_4jFNY4quy3pxvY4J7QFGNBCrdVVImRTVk/s1600/John-newborn-6months+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUcGnvWNzFhpAEvcIzK7uuWCnQxpl42FM-ECCPAWBqLQPxScKgI5AwdL7ZW_Ibb6PG4-ZwdKkaEeMklwJmiKrcEkoBBNhtjFW5WOqsfEZs_4jFNY4quy3pxvY4J7QFGNBCrdVVImRTVk/s320/John-newborn-6months+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503452484893666274" /></a><br />YIKES. This was 6 days before J was born, in Nashville in the summer heat. UGH.<br /><br />But, its worth it in the end because look what we get!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRbne67xOE28a7Re9h8Ifq0tUKD2ISlO71OiIS26Tn0Nz7A_upzE1J8MhnyRtAw_I93Zb_wViFcwfP1p4-q5n7YQWxAOXCu5ZwGGQXZGfBiL_quAtWk7_T-ONDQYMqsU6QmfunN24Hv4/s1600/2007JohnBaby+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRbne67xOE28a7Re9h8Ifq0tUKD2ISlO71OiIS26Tn0Nz7A_upzE1J8MhnyRtAw_I93Zb_wViFcwfP1p4-q5n7YQWxAOXCu5ZwGGQXZGfBiL_quAtWk7_T-ONDQYMqsU6QmfunN24Hv4/s320/2007JohnBaby+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503453190646010706" /></a><br />John just 20 minutes old!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAd8rZpbxpmagcpwt07gEfYZKjM0WqVFZnOk_fgHTV1IgHLKV_UeIZ3JmbcMlzAryO__KhRoUKtdD0nsSnEGe86TYFLuaPJ6FmHoBMKvAFX3zxnvQ5elCLEekYoeuFXvHCI1CTcVjM-o/s1600/2007JohnBaby+069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAd8rZpbxpmagcpwt07gEfYZKjM0WqVFZnOk_fgHTV1IgHLKV_UeIZ3JmbcMlzAryO__KhRoUKtdD0nsSnEGe86TYFLuaPJ6FmHoBMKvAFX3zxnvQ5elCLEekYoeuFXvHCI1CTcVjM-o/s320/2007JohnBaby+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503454491017019282" /></a><br />John at 6 Months!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ac_7qv6B1l6RwIJ6j4I08ru5Agn9lpo5n8l5XcB8LBuJiU1izAfLXTKcOxEPD5rG1U9UnTg15YmRk__QuocBSXELB7hQkXdgA9ICv2HF5t1Y4yLrkpueXL7Vfz7hvENNJDCBz3aZymY/s1600/John+099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ac_7qv6B1l6RwIJ6j4I08ru5Agn9lpo5n8l5XcB8LBuJiU1izAfLXTKcOxEPD5rG1U9UnTg15YmRk__QuocBSXELB7hQkXdgA9ICv2HF5t1Y4yLrkpueXL7Vfz7hvENNJDCBz3aZymY/s320/John+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503455423466266162" /></a><br />John 2 years old! <br /><br />Yep. Totally worth it!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-60691747965041139102010-08-09T06:50:00.000-07:002010-08-09T07:02:51.296-07:00Some Cool ProjectsThere are a couple really cool projects floating around right now online- both of which we are very interested in. <br />The first: A website/interview about cruising with children! It can be found <a href="http://womenandcruising.com/sailing-families.htm">HERE</a>. SV Kandarik is particularly interesting to me because I used to work with Pam and have always looked up to her and her sweet family as role models for a cruising lifestyle. <br /><br />The second one is (hopefully) going to be really fun, we are being interviewed for the <a href="http://interviewwithacruiser.blogspot.com/">Interview With a Cruiser Project</a>! It is a website that is interviewing people who have cruised outside their home waters for a minimum of 2 years. This is an attempt to help people who are still dreaming or just starting out get some of the wrinkles out. We were recommended for this project by our friends <a href="http://windtraveler.blogspot.com/">Brittany and Scott </a>who will be leaving on their own adventure in September, thanks guys! <br /><br />I have a few posts that I'm working on, so check back soon- I promise there is more to come!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-63580812120877120012010-06-03T18:31:00.000-07:002010-06-04T06:47:54.983-07:00What's in a name?There is a superstition that changing a boat's name is bad luck. We are fairly superstitious sailors, but this is the one thing we <span style="font-style:italic;">don't</span> subscribe to. <br /><br />Our first boat was named 'HI-C' when we bought her, we were not impressed! So, we christened her 'NoNews' shortly after buying her. We brainstormed many different names before ordering the graphics, but NoNews really seemed to fit. She was a Wauquiez Pretorien 35' performance cruiser. We kept the systems fairly simple aboard, which meant no SSB or Satellite phone- basically no way to communicate with the outside world while we were on passage. Well, No News is Good News right?? (If I hear that joke one more time I might scream). After we had owned NoNews for awhile, we found some interesting facts about her (its was 2002 after all, before google searches were so easy!). The original owner, Peter Brown, had commissioned her new in France and sailed her through the Caribbean and across the Pacific, finally selling her in South Africa (cool fact- he and *our* boat are mentioned in Lin Pardey's book 'The Care and Feeding of the Sailing Crew' Cool huh?). He was a lawyer from San Francisco, and had originally named her Emerald City. That is a cool name! If we had known her original name we would have changed it back- not sure what the superstition on that is though. <br /><br />Our next boat, also a Wauquiez but an Amphritrite, a 42' center cockpit ketch was named Bon Vivant when we bought her. This was the name from the factory in France, apparently they named each boat upon launching. The direct translation is: 'bon vivant - a person devoted to refined sensuous enjoyment (especially good food and drink)- huh, maybe we should have kept it! But we didn't. We bought her while we were at anchor in Tonga after sailing across the Pacific. Its terrible to say, but after seeing so many beautiful atolls and sandy islands with volcanic peaks, one gets jaded and a bit picky about what constitutes beauty. I know, I know. Everyone should be so lucky! Anyways, after seeing many islands we sailed to Rarotonga in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cook_Islands">Cook Islands</a>. Rarotonga has the reputation for being a good (cheap) place to re provision mid-ocean. This is old information and is no longer cheap- in fact its quite expensive. The island, although pretty, doesn't hold a candle to many of the other places we had been in the past months. However, we met many expats in Rarotonga- some from the US but most from New Zealand and Australia. We were told this many times over:::<br />'You might as well swallow your anchor, this is the LAST PARADISE on Earth'<br />Well, when we were brainstorming names for the new boat we kept remembering this advise. The fact of the matter is that each person has an idea of what paradise is, and most likely no two are the same. For us, our 'Last Paradise' is sailing, exploring and being together. <br /><br />Now on to the 'new' boat. WAKA. As some of you might know we are Residents of New Zealand and plan on living there for some portion of John's school years. The Maroi are the indigenous people in New Zealand and the Maori language is leaned in schools. Translation:: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waka_(canoe)">Waka</a> (English pronunciation: /ˈwɒkə/, Maori [ˈwɒka]) are Māori watercraft, usually canoes ranging in size from small, unornamented canoes (waka tīwai) used for fishing and river travel, to large decorated war canoes (waka taua) up to 40 metres (130 ft) long. In recent years, large double-hulled canoes of considerable size have been constructed for oceanic voyaging to other parts of the Pacific Ocean.<br />Seems perfect, right?Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-11989481804354043452010-06-02T18:02:00.000-07:002010-06-02T18:30:04.464-07:00An UpdateIf anyone is still reading... <br /><br />We officially sold Last Paradise. She is sitting in a boatyard in North Carolina awaiting her new family to take her to amazing new places. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ckwgo1EshCtC_H_g1FiiHnx3tUqyhsJ88PRHswikWD37TaVtIO_kxdLStUSpT118ukBWV5iI6sydA8TL1pKuj2UcEYcmla-8HtRzDMg_qmWJpRgkkRdF0gTCWUrK4j8gDR5KkDR8plg/s1600/P1040798.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ckwgo1EshCtC_H_g1FiiHnx3tUqyhsJ88PRHswikWD37TaVtIO_kxdLStUSpT118ukBWV5iI6sydA8TL1pKuj2UcEYcmla-8HtRzDMg_qmWJpRgkkRdF0gTCWUrK4j8gDR5KkDR8plg/s320/P1040798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478353297135447250" /></a><br /><br />It won't surprise anyone who knows us to know that the same day we closed on the sale of Last Paradise, we bought a *new* boat up in Michigan!! I know, we can't sit still! We are now the proud owners of an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S2_Yachts">S2 9.2C</a>. This will be a perfect boat for us to play on this summer (in Michigan) its 30' so will fit the 3 of us perfectly for short term cruising. <br /><br />So far, John loves the boat- at least when we are going 'motor sailing' which is his preferred way of sailing. By far, the favorite part of the boat is the 'dat-woom' (bathroom in JohnSpeak) which has a bathtub! Yes, I know. A tub on a sailboat? It is very small but I can see how it would come in handy for laundry or small children. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xNnd8atBlmNcv7pwICcEon2abLazzLrP0tktA2l4YtGlfJCC2jWB7DRtfpCFnBqH08Kt_sKEwho_sfB6qCY6NDGSZe-oXUXaFMNd3GyIAQRAQj-rRLXVRqusVo1zcfHF3x4J_dSNXdE/s1600/P1050001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xNnd8atBlmNcv7pwICcEon2abLazzLrP0tktA2l4YtGlfJCC2jWB7DRtfpCFnBqH08Kt_sKEwho_sfB6qCY6NDGSZe-oXUXaFMNd3GyIAQRAQj-rRLXVRqusVo1zcfHF3x4J_dSNXdE/s320/P1050001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478351432302560850" /></a><br />By the way, the new boat is named WAKA... more on that later. <br /><br />XOXLast Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-10625095243125515582009-12-10T11:58:00.000-08:002009-12-10T12:05:59.139-08:00The best laid plans.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHVwK5p6hY4IzXJGBamKe_475KvFAdHXAytaFROqXfruBGDmyyvqoGKiGoqIHuuIwoyoSf23ZpkOYpBjbx8uwb6DRBCyOQXxSCWs40BUg0pF2ZUt6YyZJMCkqJjdLTgd-B5z7UmWjU7c/s1600-h/P1040494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHVwK5p6hY4IzXJGBamKe_475KvFAdHXAytaFROqXfruBGDmyyvqoGKiGoqIHuuIwoyoSf23ZpkOYpBjbx8uwb6DRBCyOQXxSCWs40BUg0pF2ZUt6YyZJMCkqJjdLTgd-B5z7UmWjU7c/s320/P1040494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413701240788304418" /></a><br />Where are we and what are we up to? Well, that is a long story that we are still sorting out- and I promise I'll give you all the scoop as soon as we know it! The long and short of it is that we are fairly sure we are done with our attempts at long distance cruising, at least for the short term. <br />John is an amazing little sailor, but it is difficult (at best) for Jeff and I to both be good parents and maintain safety and forward motion on the boat at the same time. We are a little bit heartbroken at our decision, but have come to grips with it all. We (as usual) have a lot of 'balls in the air' and one will land eventually. Until then, we are going to cruise in the Florida Keys and head up to Fort Myers Beach to spend Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa Goff. From there, well, we'll see. <br />Every family has a rhythm, we just need to slow down and figure out what ours is. <br /><br />XOXLast Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-41293051359595289602009-11-29T11:20:00.000-08:002009-12-02T06:07:15.983-08:00The Beauty of the StormCheck out the raw, amazing beauty that is this storm that passed over us in Key West the other day. Simply breathtaking...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcO_7xQ5hi2MeP816BIWghW5QTOe6-bBHaq72uEHEWHTmtUa7__qf-lop-xgpkmbY_moDAgmx7M91RPkGw2MotNc-V2uaD4k8jiNamqGOQfYzxycvVaBJl32Ci4wX4jt8LKkCp3QfWtgs/s1600-h/P1040443.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcO_7xQ5hi2MeP816BIWghW5QTOe6-bBHaq72uEHEWHTmtUa7__qf-lop-xgpkmbY_moDAgmx7M91RPkGw2MotNc-V2uaD4k8jiNamqGOQfYzxycvVaBJl32Ci4wX4jt8LKkCp3QfWtgs/s320/P1040443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410639402133200498" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Zivq4Ponk9Cr0W5qPYZQ87Y5wMrSS_1OJIOGOP4MJ1yOBCMRpkM8TSxzgk8Nw6Ms0Izp1CKFiRdOLhzqwTRnYfk3Dj_4v5wz4Eq9kk2gahQhlLokQ8SG-dfZMCasn5F9hBmRr6Dq_1M/s1600-h/P1040444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Zivq4Ponk9Cr0W5qPYZQ87Y5wMrSS_1OJIOGOP4MJ1yOBCMRpkM8TSxzgk8Nw6Ms0Izp1CKFiRdOLhzqwTRnYfk3Dj_4v5wz4Eq9kk2gahQhlLokQ8SG-dfZMCasn5F9hBmRr6Dq_1M/s320/P1040444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410640023785387522" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMpNytdByRqeGDfF3wD3WDMaUzKzfqmeCwMhnlx8hzQ33663TzXI1svVjAZtlFIuWmkGCgNQ20i9Rsda9-w96ZROlH9s-EGY6_Sw50MOMa7aMQ0U2j63vYFyoZGIrAXMSqZGBh6peruk/s1600-h/P1040446.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMpNytdByRqeGDfF3wD3WDMaUzKzfqmeCwMhnlx8hzQ33663TzXI1svVjAZtlFIuWmkGCgNQ20i9Rsda9-w96ZROlH9s-EGY6_Sw50MOMa7aMQ0U2j63vYFyoZGIrAXMSqZGBh6peruk/s320/P1040446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410640012331476626" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjD7SThp5IZ_k-hU6U2k4VCXPJrIR3iErqm_GarJwPCvVXwDhmOtKLcymJOeuu0xazK-b9LbwB5To6e9aZN_0WID5fDWqXwRMhvESY42wxP9d0ebB569QpBi_rv4YqgwMMPfliEUKgl4/s1600-h/P1040445.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjD7SThp5IZ_k-hU6U2k4VCXPJrIR3iErqm_GarJwPCvVXwDhmOtKLcymJOeuu0xazK-b9LbwB5To6e9aZN_0WID5fDWqXwRMhvESY42wxP9d0ebB569QpBi_rv4YqgwMMPfliEUKgl4/s320/P1040445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410640005650761330" /></a>Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-49730011117238027412009-11-16T13:10:00.000-08:002009-11-16T13:11:58.991-08:00Monday 11-16-09Position is 25deg. 33.94'N and 86deg 07.26'W<p>All is well aboard. After taking NO NAP yesterday John was falling asleep eating his dinner last night. He slept soundly all night though, which allowed Jeff and I more rest. Ships have become the new 'squall' on Abby's watch (read previous posting about squalls only on Abby's watch!) Last night we had to alter course twice to avoid ships, both times on my watch! <p>We got a bit of sailing in yesterday, spinnaker up and water generator out- sailing along at 7 knots AND making power to boot! Unfortunately the wind died, and has continued dying... Today we tried our hand at sailing but we were crawling at 2kts and not keeping our course- eek. So we are motoring again. It is frustrating having to motor so much, especially after being on the rivers so long- we are a sailboat after all! BUT, we are having some nice calm weather to re-acclimate ourselves to life on passage. And, I'm able to cook up some pretty good boat fare for us on these calm days too, a real spirit lifter!<p>John took a good nap today and then we sat in the cockpit and had a snack of popcorn. Its a bit too sunny for J to stay up there this afternoon, especially being 'Johnny No Pants'- we're afraid of certain areas getting burned (insert a groan by all men here). John and I will listen to some music and play trains for awhile before indulging on cheesy pasta for dinner. <p>*XOX* <br>Abby, Jeff and JohnLast Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-7335651021900360102009-11-15T08:02:00.000-08:002009-11-15T08:04:02.439-08:00Sunday 11-15-2009Good Morning! Well, we made it through our first night! At 0900 local (CST) we were at 27.50'N and 87.03'W We are motoring at about 6.6 knots and all is well. <p>Last night we had pizza for dinner and about 15 minutes after eating John proceeded to vomit it all up. He slept fairly well over night, woke up at 4:15AM and stayed with me on watch until 4:45 when he went back to his 'cozy bed' until 7:30. This morning we had pancakes and he ate heartily, and seems to be doing fine now! In the past he has always been sick the first day out, fingers crossed that its over now! Worst part is everything landed on blue bumbee (his blankie) so I'll be washing it soon I suppose!<p>::::::A little note on preparedness:::::::<br>Before we go sailing Jeff and I have a sort of mental checklist that we go through. There are certain things that I do now every time, learning from past experiences. For instance, I hard boil eggs. They are a great midnight snack during that long last hour of a 3-hour watch. I pre-chop carrots and onions for stews. Who wants to be trying to brace themselves in the galley with a sharp knife chopping onions at sea?! If they don't get used on passage, I will always use them in something later. Jeff and I pull the dinghy out of the water and secure it on deck. Jeff runs the jack-lines from the bow to the stern to clip our tethers into for any foredeck work. We dig out our harnesses and tethers and have them ready- at sea we ALWAYS wear out harnesses and are clipped in- its a boat rule even to clip in before leaving the companionway into the cockpit (happy mom?). I ready the pilot berth- this is the 'couch' that is used as a bed on passage. I rig up the lee cloth to make it a kind of crib and get our pillows, sheets and blankets ready. <br>I'm sure there is more, but this is the basics of our preparation for a passage at sea. <br>Stay tuned for more!<p>TTFN~ <p>Abby, Jeff and John<br>XOXLast Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-36738181567184140172009-11-13T17:53:00.000-08:002009-11-13T18:12:54.341-08:00Setting SailWe are in a marina at the south end of Mobile Bay. We took it easy on the river the last few days- only going a few miles every day (usually at naptime, the motor really helps the sleep!) and anchored by 3PM most days. Dinghy rides, nice family dinners at the table and oh-so-many lego towers, train games and Dora 'epsisodes'. <br />It feels a little like we were doing all of this in preparation for this leg, our longest sail to date with John. Tomorrow we will resume the routine of 24-hour-watch-keeping, sleeping in the pilot berth and meals in the cockpit. Our *tentative* destination is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cayman_Islands">Grand Cayman</a>. We were there last winter and so are familiar with the Island and the check-in routine. From there we'll likely head down to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Providencia_Island">Providencia, Columbia</a> and then to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Blas_Islands">San Blas Islands (Kuna Yala)</a> off of Panama before transiting the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama_Canal">Canal</a> sometime after Christmas. <br /><br />Whew. <br /><br />Fair Winds and Following Seas and all that stuff... I'll try to update as I can from onboard. The weather looks fairly light for the first few days at least! <br />Tomorrow I'll be chopping onions and carrots and putting them in bags ready for pressure cooker stew, cross your fingers we won't need it! I'm also going to make a few pizza crusts that I just have to roll out and 'dress' before cooking at dinnertime, the less time spent in the galley the better! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8r3f1lIGO1hoUUVKfrmKBpdxNiH5lPz9FDDN5l4gAxk8rBul-_XADIAwPhkx5spz4-mdDkfuAmKmibkxel39PZTx77RVuWn81s5sH8X1SqZioodX_iZTdEc0P1dLx1-DWNiZMec3Kwc/s1600-h/P1040369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8r3f1lIGO1hoUUVKfrmKBpdxNiH5lPz9FDDN5l4gAxk8rBul-_XADIAwPhkx5spz4-mdDkfuAmKmibkxel39PZTx77RVuWn81s5sH8X1SqZioodX_iZTdEc0P1dLx1-DWNiZMec3Kwc/s320/P1040369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403775507266191906" /></a><br />Fishing (notice a no pants theme here?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7avPiytisxhOaSsId9ZUwY7yqxL_zZs7_IgxEU0I_qB_i6D_scMue-cRhfLVYE4N38wDBGzjkk0J6KG18hGHmsEH7I7KJV7nX47ThzDdxMgbM6xeOZqY-0EESeDloVWBX6E1-Wp6LEZg/s1600-h/P1040359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7avPiytisxhOaSsId9ZUwY7yqxL_zZs7_IgxEU0I_qB_i6D_scMue-cRhfLVYE4N38wDBGzjkk0J6KG18hGHmsEH7I7KJV7nX47ThzDdxMgbM6xeOZqY-0EESeDloVWBX6E1-Wp6LEZg/s320/P1040359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403775504005017378" /></a><br />ARRRGH!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieC9OgFCuI46EfsP4hqGb3C_f1dqe9cDkgzqOr6Qqe9jz8L8hH3TxC5bjoB66Avc1yScZt77o7opv5Aw8bXGCCo09sA2C45DFUchSsVoBKJ1saH7vO6y0fEJUCu6WVJCCVFRKo98Y_gpg/s1600-h/P1040363.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieC9OgFCuI46EfsP4hqGb3C_f1dqe9cDkgzqOr6Qqe9jz8L8hH3TxC5bjoB66Avc1yScZt77o7opv5Aw8bXGCCo09sA2C45DFUchSsVoBKJ1saH7vO6y0fEJUCu6WVJCCVFRKo98Y_gpg/s320/P1040363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776115029986770" /></a><br />John and Jeff 'rowing' to shore- a little shore leave is necessary for John once in awhile!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-27292228568926319772009-11-10T17:30:00.000-08:002009-11-10T17:31:54.838-08:00Pesky IdaHi everyone! Just a quick note to assure you everything is fine here aboard Last Paradise. We are still on the Tenn-Tomm waterway, about 75 miles from Mobile Bay. Tropical Storm Ida is headed (well, she's here, really) our way. We had a snug anchorage at MM 99 last night, setting 2 anchors in the mud to hold us against any large gusts. Toady we are moving downriver about 20 miles because we were concerned about the river level rising too high to let us pass freely under a bridge.<p>We were so lucky last night to share an anchorage with our friends Josh and Jessica and their son Will. We were the only 2 sailboats at the Mud Island Marina in Memphis, TN. That was back in October and November of 2007! Since then little Will was born- what fun it was to catch up and share a hot meal on a rainy night! Good Luck Josh, Jess and Will on your next adventure!!<p>We are nearing our anchorage, John is occupied watching Dora the Explorer (the new favorite- uggh) so I'd better go help Jeff- he's bundled up against the wind and rain while I type in our cozy and warm cabin. I'll try to check in again soon. <p>Cheers!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-67681583734893628812009-11-06T18:45:00.001-08:002009-11-06T19:10:02.574-08:00Rollin'Rollin' down the river... We left our cozy little slip on Holt Lake and headed South on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Warrior_River">Black Warrior River</a>. Today we pulled into Demopolis, Alabama and splurged on a slip for the night, a nice break from a week of anchoring on the river! John had a bath tonight and Jeff and I had takeout Chinese food for dinner- Yum! John has had a blast on the boat so far, here are some photos of the trip.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwNixvMAMLwqjbn6y5q03_vPmqm5UixWx25o61vpgn5S1GtzhtwLW6et4XFAQqWUFVfhrK7zO-psTQKUHpbC7MWBCGVAXIepN52GKtmlg6iKCOalIvS3o8QmbPrWQEHGZsm_15PGFgiY/s1600-h/P1040344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwNixvMAMLwqjbn6y5q03_vPmqm5UixWx25o61vpgn5S1GtzhtwLW6et4XFAQqWUFVfhrK7zO-psTQKUHpbC7MWBCGVAXIepN52GKtmlg6iKCOalIvS3o8QmbPrWQEHGZsm_15PGFgiY/s320/P1040344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401191459577504018" /></a><br />Trains in the cabin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8tpSJnIvtNbPzRYK6e7tAG12eSjUFVvFoAbJJpYyiIuNEeTCF96BELMLob9-F3lVMYjiSkchPWkkR5gnT4TbLBaideUxCYHmVCQ2MqB2bnELVWnOWJA0SkZ5WLcU5-wWtE1TY27nYOU/s1600-h/P1040349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8tpSJnIvtNbPzRYK6e7tAG12eSjUFVvFoAbJJpYyiIuNEeTCF96BELMLob9-F3lVMYjiSkchPWkkR5gnT4TbLBaideUxCYHmVCQ2MqB2bnELVWnOWJA0SkZ5WLcU5-wWtE1TY27nYOU/s320/P1040349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401191458265027266" /></a><br />John checking out the full moon in his 'telescope'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwUvBLwEcBY89W5SZR7HKb8cy8MO8wWPR873zAp3lqXC1hbuDE6LbS5ym5EyfR_3RvZX-aut72klB-egi561RfDY3f1CzGv6flfNWHxQ8-FiEtu7KGwOgX6_zvrI4DoG60fQeeMnmc0o/s1600-h/P1040352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwUvBLwEcBY89W5SZR7HKb8cy8MO8wWPR873zAp3lqXC1hbuDE6LbS5ym5EyfR_3RvZX-aut72klB-egi561RfDY3f1CzGv6flfNWHxQ8-FiEtu7KGwOgX6_zvrI4DoG60fQeeMnmc0o/s320/P1040352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401191450146329362" /></a><br />Climbing the binnacle<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hvPuDFiFBJkhPu2Az1eD5hRTYklKdAKYUNdh2vyJgFu0HOcv-rRhUqRsDjsOa3J6Gofu1EKyzX4y7CXwfnqPbLECmvzAk9M4wK29fztDyPid0WBVgo8eus7NR7AZduQEmNnOWnPxuN0/s1600-h/P1040343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hvPuDFiFBJkhPu2Az1eD5hRTYklKdAKYUNdh2vyJgFu0HOcv-rRhUqRsDjsOa3J6Gofu1EKyzX4y7CXwfnqPbLECmvzAk9M4wK29fztDyPid0WBVgo8eus7NR7AZduQEmNnOWnPxuN0/s320/P1040343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401191439612041890" /></a><br />Handsome boat boy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpWyfHDFzHVWpzL8ue_EEq3X3W46DYARzcbnbSVON2tSWItpFFqKwuxk1Fm8skOjzsdtHtNpUlxUQhbHula3OBDrSughcuB8qqQUxN6i-FLWR7I-EfFhy_s0jLUYgLOVxDwiCykj3xbE/s1600-h/P1040355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpWyfHDFzHVWpzL8ue_EEq3X3W46DYARzcbnbSVON2tSWItpFFqKwuxk1Fm8skOjzsdtHtNpUlxUQhbHula3OBDrSughcuB8qqQUxN6i-FLWR7I-EfFhy_s0jLUYgLOVxDwiCykj3xbE/s320/P1040355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401191436588044706" /></a><br />FishingLast Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-74756987886983925912009-10-30T12:51:00.000-07:002009-10-30T13:06:34.248-07:00DelaySo where IS Last Paradise you ask? Well, we are <a href="http://www.eaglecovemarina.com/">here</a>. Its a nice little place, just a few minutes drive from Tuscaloosa and the University of Alabama. <br />Why are we still here? <br />Well. <br />Because of this....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQn7L1_taTHrWTeZ4ViqgrsUwHctpS0hCPY0-o98Lt3klqfnmv7CJuMDZfI4Gu_EOELJbw0dXO46TIUN9O_8FD0BSewtYLWRQQQyFbmEgKIoLvUScL3sWISdZwLYMtXYiZ5Mo8LKHinM/s1600-h/seldenlock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQn7L1_taTHrWTeZ4ViqgrsUwHctpS0hCPY0-o98Lt3klqfnmv7CJuMDZfI4Gu_EOELJbw0dXO46TIUN9O_8FD0BSewtYLWRQQQyFbmEgKIoLvUScL3sWISdZwLYMtXYiZ5Mo8LKHinM/s320/seldenlock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398485626321625218" /></a><br />You see, this is the Selden Lock, one of the many locks that we have to transit through on our way back downriver to the Gulf. You might notice that there is a key ingredient missing from this lock. <br />Yep. Water.<br />Until they finish the work they are doing, we will be delayed here. Actually, we'll probably leave the dock and tie up to one of the old lock walls so we can get under the bridges while the water is *low*... It really is a finely choreographed dance, this sailing stuff. We'll keep you posted!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-45684137881101053782009-10-20T11:54:00.000-07:002009-10-20T13:31:55.118-07:00Heads and TailsOur Head (toilet for you landlubbers). We have a vented loop to prevent flooding when we're heeled over. When you flush, you put a finger over the little hole on the top of the loop to allow sea water into the bowl, then you take your finger out to pump it dry. It seems complicated, but John has it totally figured out!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5jdION0n8VPcM9M5Fnrbd7iTccmPPju4BysieviNoPxjYR49UcGG3TX5IlAJtKeVdHdwTXmg_8cO1CaQRPaHjgDSFC1zBn808gX7GLsx3JyaIg3pDzihJWbPzWL_VshX-MV3Q31QWK0/s1600-h/P1040266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5jdION0n8VPcM9M5Fnrbd7iTccmPPju4BysieviNoPxjYR49UcGG3TX5IlAJtKeVdHdwTXmg_8cO1CaQRPaHjgDSFC1zBn808gX7GLsx3JyaIg3pDzihJWbPzWL_VshX-MV3Q31QWK0/s320/P1040266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394758293648395970" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGY7x8U_7hkIvSN7Cee2B8tVV1MhINsGAJu5XFtv2UMspCGwTEkhnlu2GCIsTFMSE7Y9jjLyN38hokTdqD1y2daoZIa8nZXi1J_HADA_qtiBB3W3cuqosTvR0DlwNRH8GYqziPPbBfJsI/s1600-h/P1040265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGY7x8U_7hkIvSN7Cee2B8tVV1MhINsGAJu5XFtv2UMspCGwTEkhnlu2GCIsTFMSE7Y9jjLyN38hokTdqD1y2daoZIa8nZXi1J_HADA_qtiBB3W3cuqosTvR0DlwNRH8GYqziPPbBfJsI/s320/P1040265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394758288371106690" /></a>Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-12811963716036986942009-10-18T12:30:00.000-07:002009-10-18T14:01:05.505-07:00AdjustmentLiving aboard a 43' sailboat is an adjustment. A BIG adjustment, especially after living in a sprawling house in Northern Michigan for 4 months. A sprawling house with a <em>gourmet kitchen</em>, I might add. Well, our little family is in the middle of the adjustment period. Poor John hasn't wanted to use the potty (the seat is 'too told *cold* on John's bum!!'). Jeff is currently finishing our refrigeration shelves (boats are truly a work in progress). We are pulling up floor boards and pushing canned food into every available inch of space. The waterline on our Last Paradise has sunk down into the water a few precious inches (inches that we need in height to get under bridges, so its a good thing!) But things are coming together. John is *remembering* not to push buttons, and has a new phrase when he gets scolded "sorry mama, mama hugs?" who can get mad at that? I'm organizing my 'space' in my little galley, everything within my reach. Jeff has cleaned out the chart table, tightened a few bolts and followed a little water trail to see where we had a deck leak. All in all, we're doing pretty well.<br /><br />And our family is thriving on the little things. Cuddling in bed together on a cold morning listening to John tell us about his dreams (eating cookies). Watching a family movie together before bedtime, and enjoying evening walks on the dock- to get the wiggles out. We're home. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6fZ5PO-Q0vx5iTNtqcf2ncgAWinNUkEJpYIvIsLNNnl_H1ef4a2nz0XCrjBTOFjCuBPnKUXXjunS_vYdE3tBMOlHPm-tdyZuZAdaTFmwpv7TkjOh4XKDoz30q59aNx9azvZdHCPwHuY/s1600-h/P1040252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6fZ5PO-Q0vx5iTNtqcf2ncgAWinNUkEJpYIvIsLNNnl_H1ef4a2nz0XCrjBTOFjCuBPnKUXXjunS_vYdE3tBMOlHPm-tdyZuZAdaTFmwpv7TkjOh4XKDoz30q59aNx9azvZdHCPwHuY/s320/P1040252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394029211905941378" /></a><br />John looking out the window in the aft cabin- Jeff was running the engine and John was <em>sure</em> we were going sailing. John watched the whole time to see where we were going!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-78488148041301045142009-10-16T11:08:00.000-07:002009-10-16T12:28:06.770-07:00Back AboardWell folks, we made it! We are back on board Last Paradise, or as John says "PooDooIce" (its really the cutest thing!) <br /><br />Driving for two days with a two-year-old can be a challenge, but since we've been doing long car trips all of John's life he is an old pro at it now. He was a champion- we only had to resort to watching 'Bee Movie' once! We managed to find NPR stations the whole way too, lucky for us! I have an old friend from when we lived in Florida who is living in Louisville, KY taking care of his ageing father. We managed to get in touch of him and he (finally) got to meet John! We stayed over night there and then had a leisurely morning in the hotel. There was a pool, but it was closed for repairs, shucks, John would've loved a swim! <br /><br />We pulled into Holt, Alabama where LP has been docked at the Eagle Cove Marina last evening, in the pouring rain. As luck would have it, the batteries were nearly dead. Jeff found the engine key and went to try to start it up to charge the batteries, but the starting battery was dead as well. DOH! Luckily we have a battery charger and 110 system on board so Jeff got out some extension cords and plugged us into shore power. Things would have been fine if it had not been so overcast and rainy for the last 2 months- we have 4 solar panels to keep the batteries at least a bit charged! <br /><br />About 2 months ago, Jeff came down here to check on things and to set off some 'bug bombs'. We were a little squeamish after finding some dead roaches in our car trunk- we <em>really</em> did not want an infestation! The bombs let off a sort of powdery mist- the poison I guess. Well, for some reason mildew decided to grow on this powder, so Jeff and I spent about an hour wiping down all of the wood with vinegar (especially in John's room!) Lesson learned I suppose- but whenever you leave a boat for an extended period of time you can be sure that there will be a few surprises when you come home! We managed to get cleaned up and I made cheese omelette's for dinner, we didn't have much else! John fell asleep like a champ, I think he was excited to see his 'own' bed. After all of this <br /><br />Even will all of the little hiccups in getting back aboard, watching John react to things was tremendously rewarding. He spent a lot of time in his little 'toy area' and even discovered the potty (he pooped in it right away!!!) Watching him remember everything was pretty cool, and listening to him be able to communicate so much of it was awesome! Jeff is running errands and John is taking a good nap now, leaving me some quiet time to process all of this newness. <br /><br />Oh, and by the way... we seem to have brought the cold weather south with us- its in the 50's here today! BRRRR.Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-62866412905057262332009-10-13T08:41:00.001-07:002009-10-13T08:41:54.511-07:00TestThis is a test- can I email posts?Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-61280486035107817252009-10-07T12:25:00.000-07:002009-10-07T13:00:55.424-07:00Roll CallA list of the islands we stopped at over the next few months. <br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Karta_FP_Marquesa_isl.PNG">Marquesas Islands</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Polynesia">French Polynesia</a>:<br />Fatu Hiva<br />Tahuata<br />Hiva Oa<br />Ua Pou<br />Nuka Hiva<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Karta_FP_Tuamotus_isl.PNG">Tuamotos</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Polynesia">French Polynesia</a>:<br />Raroia<br />Makemo<br />Katiu<br />Tahanea<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Karta_FP_Societe_isl.PNG">Society Islands</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Polynesia">French Polynesia</a>: <br />Tahiti<br />Moorea<br />Huahine<br />Raiatea/Tahaa<br />Bora Bora<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cook_Islands"><br />Cook Islands</a><br />Rarotonga<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palmerston_Island">Palmerston</a> (very interesting history- seriously!)<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niue">Niue</a><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonga">Tonga</a><br />Vava'u<br />Ha'apai<br />Nuku'alofa<br /><br />And then it was off to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Zealand">New Zealand </a>where we spent the next 5 months. We checked into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whangarei">Whangarei</a>, New Zealand on October 16, almost one year after leaving Florida! <br /><br />Jeff and I looked for jobs in Whangarei for the next few weeks, but to no avail. We ended up sailing down the coast to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auckland">Auckland</a> where we tied No News up to the dock, at <a href="http://www.westhaven.co.nz/files/default.asp">Westhaven Marina </a>(the largest marina in the Southern Hemisphere), and worked like 'normal' people in the largest city in New Zealand.Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-5379012284843862492009-10-05T11:10:00.000-07:002009-10-05T11:58:52.099-07:00Fast ForwardSo this fast forwards us to the Pacific Crossing. Someday I'll catch up on everything but summer is wrapping up and I'm running out of time! This is something I wrote a few years ago about our crossing, it still makes me smile :)<br />Peace! <br /><br /> Thursday, April 7, 2005 at 11AM we left Isla Isabella for what was to be our longest passage to date, and possibly ever. The day was sunny and on the way out we saw a few sea turtles and some dolphins, and we actually had some wind to sail! We started fishing right away, and even had a big tug on the line, but ended up losing our lure, whatever it was must have been big! We had leftover pizza and canned fruit salad for lunch and then settled into what was to become our routine. We tried flying the main and spinnaker in the evening but ended up taking both down and motoring through the night, and ended up keeping it on until midday on day three! The waves were fairly large, but far apart so it was quite rolly without any sail up, but the slapping was too much to handle especially when sleeping. In the afternoon of day two, April 8th there was a solar eclipse, but the sun was so bright it was almost impossible to see, and because of our position we didn’t get the full effect, but still cool! On day three it started raining and the wind finally came up a bit so we were able to sail, but there was a chop within the swell of the waves, making things even more uncomfortable. We quit fishing because neither of us was feeling very well with the roll and chop, and didn’t feel up to killing and gutting a fish. Squalls started moving through during the night, and they kept rolling through for the rest of the passage, although we never once had a squall with any wind in it, only rain! We had heard on the SSB Net that some of the boats ahead of us had squalls with 40 knots of wind, luckily we never did! Day four we noticed that the refrigeration compressor was running all the time, so Jeff changed out the thermostat thinking that was the problem, which it wasn’t. the wind was light so we decided to try the spinnaker, but as soon as we got it set the wind shifted and it started raining, what a way to make a bad mood worse! We retreated below and watched an episode of Family Guy to cheer us up and then I took a nap before making dinner. By 7PM dinner was over and cleaned up and Jeff was in bed, I took the first shift. That night, just before 10PM I noticed that the water was full of phospheresence, and then I noticed that it was moving in patterns- dolphins! I had a few minutes to enjoy them before waking Jeff for his watch, they were playing all around the boat, you could just barely see the outline of their bodies gliding through the water. This experience greatly improved my mood, even if Jeff couldn’t see them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE23vV_0XAQAIiO-O30xn9UhNKjIPzmPtYeQQH4GPqLlfPiIwlMUxe8rpFDkSLHtn1uStQpYvtvFXB753qrMdW8STEk7xK9aZX_qt0aqxHH7EpFfqR4HbEQ6ZwRt6hZk6uRWDyLatDuU/s1600-h/passagerainbow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE23vV_0XAQAIiO-O30xn9UhNKjIPzmPtYeQQH4GPqLlfPiIwlMUxe8rpFDkSLHtn1uStQpYvtvFXB753qrMdW8STEk7xK9aZX_qt0aqxHH7EpFfqR4HbEQ6ZwRt6hZk6uRWDyLatDuU/s320/passagerainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389189144022154866" /></a><br />On April 11th Jeff saw this rainbow (I was sleeping) it was rainy and rolly, but this helped the spirits.<br /><br /><br />On day six I moved over to the starboard side of the boat to sleep, we were barely heeling so it wasn’t a problem to be without a lee cloth- and I was tired of “hot bunking” there is something to be said for having your own sheet to sleep on! Day six we also passed the 1/4 way mark, which boosted our moods a little bit more, along with the showers we got to take! The sky was still overcast with occasional rain, not so good for the spirits. <br />Day 7- Wednesday, April 13th we celebrated Parkers (my nephew) birthday with banana pancakes with the super sweet Galapagos bananas- so sweet that syrup was almost not needed! It rained all day again, still waiting for those tradewind conditions! 173 Miles in 24 hours!!! That was our best run to date- between day 7&8, and that was with just a poled out genoa up! The seas were still large and rolly, making life a bit uncomfortable, and the skies still overcast and rainy, but we were moving fast! <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZ0lCftP6PA9vLzz5dC1l6sprBrF0VCqwS_tvaaoI1kZm-u3jOUtVMB6yytFS0x30OcVUmd_eKWxMA8DCklfHFpTfxk2qx5vtMC0AdBVMzpKugqTqEgthMNz8bdQnsYF-NHNYOnuoFvM/s1600-h/pass.sunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZ0lCftP6PA9vLzz5dC1l6sprBrF0VCqwS_tvaaoI1kZm-u3jOUtVMB6yytFS0x30OcVUmd_eKWxMA8DCklfHFpTfxk2qx5vtMC0AdBVMzpKugqTqEgthMNz8bdQnsYF-NHNYOnuoFvM/s320/pass.sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389189135913176354" /></a><br /><br />Day 9- the tradewinds finally arrive!!! The sun came out and the sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds, no more grey monsters. Today we also noticed that Jeffs bunk was smelling even worse than normal, more than just human stinkyness, so we peeled off his sheets and took the cushion out in the sun- somehow the bottom was all wet! It seems that the water tank that is under the bunk was a bit too full and was coming out of the air vent on top, soaking the cushion and getting really smelly. Jeff washed his sheets and dried out the cushion (its easy to do laundry without the main up, pleanty of room to hang!) the whole boat smelled 100% better after this! We were very glad to figure out where the funk was coming from, no more blaming Jeff. To top off a good day, we caught a fish! We had just barely finished the laundry when there was a bite on the line “fish on!!!” I reeled it in while Jeff got the gaff ready and slowed the boat down- MahiMahi for dinner! It was fairly small, enough for 4 fillets- perfect for us. In the afternoon we put the reefed main back up and rolled in the jib part way, the wind shifted a bit, but it made the motion less rolly so no complaints here! <br />Saturday the 16th- day 10. We are in a pretty good schedule now, sleeping enough and still managing to do things during the day. Today was hot and sunny, we played scrabble in the cockpit and had shrimp pasta for dinner (yes, we eat well). At 8PM we were only 20 miles from the half way point, that’s a reason to celebrate! Sunday dinner is homemade pizza and a small glass of wine- happy 1/2 way! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikS8qwvwcevMRv4t7ozqc8J14e4jgZfu9Iy16W1QiS3M6fnLAtftP546x4dAFVmB1s_qbg9yPH3k2MgHI1v-ifUNg25VnyWO-TcZh-9kM8YXwy8x-B816uAaIR4bBFBFLT_ILDvk8w2I/s1600-h/halfway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikS8qwvwcevMRv4t7ozqc8J14e4jgZfu9Iy16W1QiS3M6fnLAtftP546x4dAFVmB1s_qbg9yPH3k2MgHI1v-ifUNg25VnyWO-TcZh-9kM8YXwy8x-B816uAaIR4bBFBFLT_ILDvk8w2I/s320/halfway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389189149068721042" /></a><br /><br />Monday, April 18th- day 12. we read most of the day and we both took naps. We were playing a game of Scrabble in the afternoon with a bowl of popcorn when I looked behind us and said “look, it’s the clouds from The Simpsons!” but this is really what the sky looked like for the last two weeks of the passage, the puffy tradewind clouds and blue skies.<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaUyFMw34agFmf2J_uwrr0OsFaSM1UsVP2vZYPvMW0AwwQs69xnvjihiTxCUEp-904Hhbw8MoE2tmc6yiJtXR2WXMitx8kGPjBkCR0EzGlsF92Q7Wj1zkr3vUjCoTig5oohvVK5zLdOE/s1600-h/tradewinds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkaUyFMw34agFmf2J_uwrr0OsFaSM1UsVP2vZYPvMW0AwwQs69xnvjihiTxCUEp-904Hhbw8MoE2tmc6yiJtXR2WXMitx8kGPjBkCR0EzGlsF92Q7Wj1zkr3vUjCoTig5oohvVK5zLdOE/s320/tradewinds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389187426288532674" /></a><br /><br />One might think that we might get bored at sea for so many days, but really there is something new every day. Take day 13 for example. I was sleeping in my bunk when I woke up to a rancid smell, kind of like apple cider. I looked in the galley and in the nets full of fruit, but couldn’t find the smell. Finally I thought about everything we had stored in the bilge, I followed my nose and pulled up the floorboards right by my bunk, and BINGO. “Uh Jeff, we have a problem, you know that beer in the bilge??” yep, it seems that the Balboa brand beer that we had bought apparently costs less because they use really thin aluminum for the cans, there was beer everywhere! Some of the cans were totally empty, and some were still spraying through pin holes. This was the only brand of beer we ever had a problem with, others were also stored in the bilge with no problem. Anyways, I got a bowl of water and a sponge and started cleaning out the area most affected while Jeff disposed of the cans and got a bucket of seawater. He flushed out the deep bilge with the bucket and then poured some bleach in with it to deal with the smell- I’m glad we found it when we did before there was time for it to mold, which doesn’t take long in the tropics!<br /><br />Another part of the passage that kept us laughing was Maya, our cat. She is an amazing boat cat, as I’ve mentioned before, but this trip was especially fun with her. The first part of the passage I had her in her harness and on her leash at night because it was rolly and there was no moon, I wanted her to know that we stay in the cockpit at night. When the motion smoothed out I let her off the leash, but kept the harness on her and clipped her in if she got a little too adventuresome. There were times she had us both laughing so hard! One time, I was cooking dinner and had my little galley fan on and she got curious and stuck her paw in the blades, got startled and jumped back, and then did it again! I had to watch whenever I had the fan on because she kept doing it! She was also very curious about the flying fish that landed onboard during the night, she liked to try to get them and bring them below. She only succeeded once, but she put the little bugger in my bed! YUCK! Luckily I put my hand on it while climbing in so I did find it before it had a chance to get stinky. Her favorite place though, was in the net I have hanging nearest the galley, it holds a lot of the everyday things like crackers and cereal etc. Maya takes a running jump and lands with her front paws over the net and swings- once she missed and landed in the sink, thoroughly embarrassed. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LMKDwcP86PAYIbO-bxicV5VwobQSdPDV2kAMObQdsITf9w904kv4WSf7-nXeQMUOMcMrXnSap8_fmJFWCeq6yIibJ_cmwkZkmwSJgDXUk8AtaCUcYulpBVWP6RZLDC6PMUcaOYa2A_I/s1600-h/Mayanet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LMKDwcP86PAYIbO-bxicV5VwobQSdPDV2kAMObQdsITf9w904kv4WSf7-nXeQMUOMcMrXnSap8_fmJFWCeq6yIibJ_cmwkZkmwSJgDXUk8AtaCUcYulpBVWP6RZLDC6PMUcaOYa2A_I/s320/Mayanet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186474782335634" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLdLbac7gPrtesZcGJj0EEuenzddSLEEjJjMaazOcgQnxEyUvGrmQXrHpF5RAZrJglGCLKRfJkm4gzTv3nftJD6sdQsRguiB-kSMvBCySRiFOXN3zB_G2TzwWVWvnwbkUtB9_NhzCqfc/s1600-h/spin.passage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLdLbac7gPrtesZcGJj0EEuenzddSLEEjJjMaazOcgQnxEyUvGrmQXrHpF5RAZrJglGCLKRfJkm4gzTv3nftJD6sdQsRguiB-kSMvBCySRiFOXN3zB_G2TzwWVWvnwbkUtB9_NhzCqfc/s320/spin.passage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389187430878118626" /></a><br />(notice Maya just inside the Diesel cans, enjoying the view and waiting for flying fish!) <br /><br />The wind died on us after 18 days, the last 6 flying the spinnaker non stop, that last night we worked hard trying to keep the boat going without the motor, but after hand trimming the kite all night we gave up and started the engine, at least we kept the boat going! “LAND HO!” on day 19 we finally spotted Fatu Hiva in the Marquesas and we putted our way into the little crowded anchorage at 11PM, almost exactly 19 1/2 days since we left the Galapagos, not too shabby for our little NoNews!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPopcAIidlofXqWTFsii7prxoDn7mIvIsMvZ_MyULmBUhleR44LfDJGC9Gc3FzHrkTFQPjcTSe5lVzP683r6ykaZh_bKV4dZvpF12z5HTt3CVUCNxE5UoBTM1NjlY1cgPa4ivahI35Its/s1600-h/land-ho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPopcAIidlofXqWTFsii7prxoDn7mIvIsMvZ_MyULmBUhleR44LfDJGC9Gc3FzHrkTFQPjcTSe5lVzP683r6ykaZh_bKV4dZvpF12z5HTt3CVUCNxE5UoBTM1NjlY1cgPa4ivahI35Its/s320/land-ho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389186464121621762" /></a>Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-38669069991874272032009-10-02T19:40:00.000-07:002009-10-02T19:42:34.882-07:00Questions and AnswersI don't think I have enough readers yet, or any readers? But PLEASE ask me some questions about our lifestyle/cruising and I will do a full post answering your questions and some of our most frequently asked ones. Thanks!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-19840535976315559112009-10-02T11:38:00.000-07:002009-10-02T13:20:06.474-07:00Rock BottomAs I read back in my journal about this passage, I get chills and a bit teary eyed. So vivid are the emotions that Jeff and I experienced during these days....<br /><br />Leaving Guatemala, we nearly hit the (unlit) buoy, and maybe we should have used that incident as an omen to STOP. But alas, we kept on going. Remember, we were leaving on the moon tide, which happened to be late(it was dark, I don't remember what time exactly, maybe 11PM?) We had anchored in Livingston and Jeff went ashore to check us out. I stayed aboard and made scones for the passage, not knowing what we were in for. We were heading to Cartagena, Columbia- approximately 800 miles- our longest passage so far. The weather the first night was pleasant, a few rainy but warm squalls that only required a spray top and crouching under the dodger. We made two stops along the way, the first in <a href="http://www.aboututila.com/">Utilla, Honduras</a> for fuel. Again, Jeff went ashore and brought the fuel back in the kayak- I stayed aboard and washed out the cockpit. The second stop was on the Island of <a href="www.roatan.com">Roatan</a>, again just for an overnight. <br /><br />From Roatan we still had to sail East a fair way before heading more South towards Columbia. We were also careful to stay fairly far off the Nicaraguan coast, for fear of pirates. We did get lucky that the wind shifted in our favor as we rounded the point, this passage is known to be a rough one and rarely does one get to sail the entire way. However, for 6 days we had around 30 knots (about 35 miles per hour) forward of the beam. Living our life heeled over about 25 degrees was a bit difficult, especially when I was seasick and trying to figure out meals. I had a pressure cooker, but so far had not really learned to use it properly and could only make one thing at a time. We basically survived on water and hard boiled eggs. <br /><br />It was during this passage that our (now running) joke began that the squalls only happen on Abby's watch... See, at this point we were standing 2 hour watches. The weather was so rough that that's about all we could handle, and even went down to single hours during the roughest weather. Jeff would often have a windy but otherwise beautiful watch and just as he was waking me the clouds would start to roll in. It was truly bizarre, he could almost set the clock by it! I would come on deck dressed in every piece of wet weather gear I had just <em>knowing</em> that I was going to get pummeled. For real. To this day, when the clouds roll in Jeff knows that it must be nearing my watch! Oh, and we were sharing MY 10-year-old heavy weather gear at this point as well, Jeff only had dingy racing gear! <br /><br />When I read back in my journal to this passage the words are shocking... <br />"...We have come to the heartbreaking conclusion that cruising may not be for us..." This was written on Jan 18, 2005 with approx. 180 nautical miles to Cartagena. The one question that remained was, what do we do now? Then, Jan 22, 2005... "We made it to Cartagena, Columbia after 6 days of sailing, wow. The weather was so bad that the port here was closed to boats under 60 tons leaving!" We made it in. Still outside of the port entrance we turned a bit and the motion of the boat was not so violent. Within a few hours we would be anchored and eating a hot meal. The waves were awesome. Jeff called me on deck to point out a ship. There was green water breaking over the bow and running all the way back to the pilot house. Wow. <br /><br />Anchoring around 11PM (twice because we were dragging!) A dingy came over to welcome us in. We made hamburgers and inhaled them and then slept hard. The next day we checked in and explored Cartagena with some new friends. There was no more talk of selling the boat, in fact we were already planning our next stop. With new found confidence in our abilities, each other and the strength of NoNews we were ready. All it took was hitting Rock Bottom.<br /><br />Ironically, this was our first passage with our new kitten Maya, and she was great! She managed to use her (corn) kitty litter pan in the head (bathroom) and was begging for meals throughout the passage. She didn't seem to notice the heel, but got into major trouble when she chewed through the chart that we were using! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6jVMfg8j9q7jW1jGAvl-Kg2Yv3Dq0J7Pa1QhOPJbYTreVi1lvI1WFMU8LfDyQxkqxPBQRiAPaY7bFWZcFRNeKH_HdqHTR0oWTobXKXVpGi7EPSwxXF4Nd6XZI1jiSqinNKdeAoqTCNA/s1600-h/nonews+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6jVMfg8j9q7jW1jGAvl-Kg2Yv3Dq0J7Pa1QhOPJbYTreVi1lvI1WFMU8LfDyQxkqxPBQRiAPaY7bFWZcFRNeKH_HdqHTR0oWTobXKXVpGi7EPSwxXF4Nd6XZI1jiSqinNKdeAoqTCNA/s320/nonews+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388079687455758866" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6M_WOPOq6bvL5U7N09EMi8JpSyMXxhEcBk2gQ6JzLVYWDsuveTfuJbiXuwQQ1l4bF7Y4K5HenITkZXuAm-SJ7mv2ppV7IS0lw0W4S16Qw91VPpItTTsEGIuH4GzyjbT8kODlTm3VeoM/s1600-h/nonews+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6M_WOPOq6bvL5U7N09EMi8JpSyMXxhEcBk2gQ6JzLVYWDsuveTfuJbiXuwQQ1l4bF7Y4K5HenITkZXuAm-SJ7mv2ppV7IS0lw0W4S16Qw91VPpItTTsEGIuH4GzyjbT8kODlTm3VeoM/s320/nonews+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388079681888405954" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaKN1KYHqGZycJ-03tz-kxfUooApRat9t1_oJRuzEEsmZ4LB0bGNUslZWz8O9OHLZgkURvEEosb6RZPNMNjNocLBXVza47D_oEDmZ7VTMrCAt71Ca599SNHJDKuBdgMHx7xR9zl2v2bQ/s1600-h/nonews+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaKN1KYHqGZycJ-03tz-kxfUooApRat9t1_oJRuzEEsmZ4LB0bGNUslZWz8O9OHLZgkURvEEosb6RZPNMNjNocLBXVza47D_oEDmZ7VTMrCAt71Ca599SNHJDKuBdgMHx7xR9zl2v2bQ/s320/nonews+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388080024788362146" /></a><br /><br />Not suprisingly, we don't have any photos from the passage- we got better at taking photos, I promise!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-91672035730584314542009-08-24T12:58:00.000-07:002009-08-24T13:01:50.106-07:00PHOTOS!Thanks to my genius of a big brother, Jed, I was able to retrieve all of our photos from my poor old dead MAC. I've added a few to the end of the posts where they belong. Thanks for reading!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqPigNCbsEZiMgQ3Kcu_q6RCDEbQBPMe5m7VGDnPbh0qys69blnPWhKtTa6MVsQK9lrm8bnEJCEJWTaS07NJ64gc2f2dsxTbb8aGKkFYs9w7K8uLOiX4svds_r1DIixzeRNy_rAs1sn4/s1600-h/nonews+070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqPigNCbsEZiMgQ3Kcu_q6RCDEbQBPMe5m7VGDnPbh0qys69blnPWhKtTa6MVsQK9lrm8bnEJCEJWTaS07NJ64gc2f2dsxTbb8aGKkFYs9w7K8uLOiX4svds_r1DIixzeRNy_rAs1sn4/s320/nonews+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373622941863158994" /></a>Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-86277451990833494732009-08-12T11:41:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:42:42.971-07:00Guatemala<iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Guatemala&ie=UTF8&z=7&ll=15.783471,-90.230759&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Guatemala&ie=UTF8&z=7&ll=15.783471,-90.230759&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br />Motoring up the Rio Dulce, or Sweet River was so different from everything we had experienced so far. The river winds narrowly to the SW and we were flanked on both sides by thick rainforest. Looking into the foliage we could see the colorful feathers of tropical birds and we could hear the calls of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howler_monkey">Howler Monkeys</a>. Wow. <br /><br />The Rio Dulce has been a refuge for sailors for hundreds of years. It is a very unique place in the world in the simple fact that there are few roads, the main form of transportation is boat! We spent our time tied up at <a href="http://www.mariosmarina.com/index.html">Mario's Marina</a>. It is possible to anchor off the main town, but due to some security incidents we decided it was better to stay in one of the many marinas available there. <br /><br />I was particularly thankful for the hot showers available at the marina because I managed to contract head lice! I managed to get rid of it quickly using horse shampoo. Seriously. We went to a vet supply (really a feed shop) and got horse shampoo for $7 when lice shampoo costs upwards of $25- and mine worked quicker! But enough about that.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI232GxSUhyGnQnLzo6Et_9pdm1P0Ls25q1-Wza-wtINM9id2kaucQ6KhSIfM4iW8xiicnmVBTK86nofIdVzlUWze6MHxl9cPA6weNC_nzY0B7ycCFWK0sYBttfd9o9gdzT6UrBE2MOwU/s1600-h/P1010010%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI232GxSUhyGnQnLzo6Et_9pdm1P0Ls25q1-Wza-wtINM9id2kaucQ6KhSIfM4iW8xiicnmVBTK86nofIdVzlUWze6MHxl9cPA6weNC_nzY0B7ycCFWK0sYBttfd9o9gdzT6UrBE2MOwU/s320/P1010010%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372118042002193986" /></a><br />No News and Moonshadow med-moored together at Mario's in the Rio Dulce<br /><br />We caught up with Moonshadow, and Tiffany went 'home'- 35' is really small for 3 adults! We checked out our surroundings, the market in the little town was packed with fruit and veggies, something we hadn't seen a lot of in awhile. Two weeks there was enough for us, we were new to this cruising life and had very 'itchy feet!' We did, however, take one land trip during that time. <br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antigua_Guatemala">Antigua, Guatemala</a>. A city rich in history, it was the third capital of Guatemala, serving as the military seat for 200 years during the 15th and 16th centuries. We missed the famed New Years festivities, but throughly enjoyed our (small)taste of the arcetecture and tradition still very much alive there. <br /><br />Tiffany also accompanied us to Antigua, but treated herself to a 4-star hotel while we stayed in (private room) hostels! This is also the city where Jeff and I adopted out kitten, Maya, who was to be our companion on No News for the next few months. Jeff and I braved the bus system for our trip back to the Rio. We had to change busses in Guatemala City, not one of the safest places in Centeral America! The 3 of us (Maya included) made it home unscathed and within 2 days we were loaded up and headed back out to the salt water. We were limited by the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tide">moon cycle </a>for the highest tide, so if we didn't leave when we did we might have been 'stuck' there for another 2 weeks. <br /><br />Our next adventure was a tipping point in our cruising life... stay tuned!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-27087449871131954932009-08-12T10:32:00.000-07:002009-08-24T13:07:25.045-07:00Christmas and a Sand Bar<iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Belize&ie=UTF8&z=7&ll=17.189877,-88.49765&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Belize&ie=UTF8&z=7&ll=17.189877,-88.49765&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small>We parted ways with Moonshadow after Belize City, with plans to meet up again in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dulce_River">Rio Dulce, Guatemala</a>. It was important that we meet back up with them because we had Tiffany, their crew! When we parted ways, we were headed out to some of the outlying <a href="http://www.travelbelize.org/attractions/island-marine/sapodilla-cayes-marine-park-3.html">Cays </a>(pronounced Keys) to do some extra snorkeling. Tiffany was pretty keen to get some more time in the water before heading up the murky river so we invited her along, it was only a week after all! <br />We'd never had crew before, and boy did we learn a lot- but I'll get into that later.<br />We did end up getting into a few good anchorages and got some snorkeling in. Belize is riddled with large Barracuda, so I didn't spend too much time in the water, but I was happy to man the dingy for Jeff and Tiffany! It was now December 23, anchored in a small lagoon with a small pass through the coral reef. Another boat (a Moorings charter boat) was anchored next to us. During the night the wind shifted and picked up, the charter boat dragged anchor and ended up leaving in the middle of the night. We were stuck because we couldn't make it over the submerged reef (the other boat was a catamaran) with our 2 meter draft. I remember that night to be one of the longest of our trip- Jeff and I took turns on 'anchor watch' all night, and first thing in the morning we were out of there! <br />Christmas Eve 2004 was a long day... Exhausted from a long night. I climbed up a few of the mast steps to help read the water depth from a higher vantage point. I put my foot on one of the winches on the mast the wrong way and it spun around. <br />I fell. Hard. within a few minutes I had a colorful bruise stretching from my ankle to my neck- OW! Luckily Tiffany was there with us, Jeff was working on getting us safely into deep water while I went immediately down below to cry. I didn't want Jeff to know how badly I was hurt until we were safely away from the coral! We made it out. I had ice (again, I had an amazing freezer that Jeff built from scratch!) on my wounds and Tiffany to fill in the gaps. She made us pancakes for breakfast (I can't believe I remember all of this so vividly!) and we headed towards the entrance to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dulce_River">Rio Dulce in Livingston, Guatemala. </a><br /><br />The entrance to the Rio Dulce is guarded by a sandbar. A shallow sandbar. Remember, we draw 2 meters at this point, weighed down with all of our cruising gear. The bar is reportedly between 4 and 5 feet deep, but it shifts. There is a GPS way point and heading that, if followed exactly, will get larger boats over the bar. Also, the locals have a booming business pulling sailboats over the bar with large fishing boats. Being frugal cruisers, we did not want to pay someone to help us. Luckily as we were approaching Livingston the wind shifted and picked up. We were able to sheet the sails in hard and heel over at an amazing angle. Jeff kept the engine on full throttle and we sailed/pushed ourselves over the bar! It was thrilling, exhilarating, and empowering that we did it ourselves. <br /><br />We anchored off Livingston that night. Jeff launched the Kayak and went ashore to officially check us into Guatemala, and he came back with lettuce and fruit, what a Christmas present! We put our twinkle lights out in the cockpit that night, I made a Christmas meatloaf in my pressure cooker, and we had many celebratory drinks. I don't remember what gifts we exchanged that night, I think a seashell was involved, maybe a treasured CD passed forward. Truly a great night after a long few days.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Q3SaEucBr7scj6BZvSTOynd5a-5TrSsv45ZqqXuxb2KlK7WcguSzmHVYyGLzqKnM_pziEG2_2PU8M62jYKSqZm-zXtEdWclBgvy2v14UCsrTRNo2xHq3ZJgVIbLhyphenhyphen0njK_OGp9_Y8-8/s1600-h/PC240017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Q3SaEucBr7scj6BZvSTOynd5a-5TrSsv45ZqqXuxb2KlK7WcguSzmHVYyGLzqKnM_pziEG2_2PU8M62jYKSqZm-zXtEdWclBgvy2v14UCsrTRNo2xHq3ZJgVIbLhyphenhyphen0njK_OGp9_Y8-8/s320/PC240017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143300359788530" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoRW-JYgORTg_gZRoVcKSF3ETZ_hwmRy4KJo5fBhvgNt64dYMP58EdDzNbBZorkBfClV5IjP7s-AMzdFzTB8BWxp9mRhsvfd_Md6u47wA7xtb-fxonMnfCi9DMEnOB74PXmt7REah7_0/s1600-h/Happy+Holidays!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoRW-JYgORTg_gZRoVcKSF3ETZ_hwmRy4KJo5fBhvgNt64dYMP58EdDzNbBZorkBfClV5IjP7s-AMzdFzTB8BWxp9mRhsvfd_Md6u47wA7xtb-fxonMnfCi9DMEnOB74PXmt7REah7_0/s320/Happy+Holidays!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143293653120882" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtZ-NfU4-UlKZkL0Kju-H46zcInB0qYhkQw3YCxkVdxg9ElxaZKsWqhx8-VLto7m9KXRHdTEiiYeNK_T3GBtBuSccbCXGXdD1FXWPSSy1Zs4RJjquLpawL1DzcVEhvgf8mJk-FxneWzA/s1600-h/nonews+112.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtZ-NfU4-UlKZkL0Kju-H46zcInB0qYhkQw3YCxkVdxg9ElxaZKsWqhx8-VLto7m9KXRHdTEiiYeNK_T3GBtBuSccbCXGXdD1FXWPSSy1Zs4RJjquLpawL1DzcVEhvgf8mJk-FxneWzA/s320/nonews+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373623642646750530" /></a><br />Captain Jeff, in total concentration steering over the 'bar'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLH9-85A1LxowpC4CZiBZ2J-iQXMK9Nb9k9Ar5Jxw8ti5zKfgKeCbWvgU-cyZUkysswVK0mOAz9xd-QVKnHZ8dl2d-NEvDMYoa-_5n82EO4WbL2sOpWPn5wZsn32jERQtBE-mHLSJn3Jk/s1600-h/nonews+092.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLH9-85A1LxowpC4CZiBZ2J-iQXMK9Nb9k9Ar5Jxw8ti5zKfgKeCbWvgU-cyZUkysswVK0mOAz9xd-QVKnHZ8dl2d-NEvDMYoa-_5n82EO4WbL2sOpWPn5wZsn32jERQtBE-mHLSJn3Jk/s320/nonews+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373623633134529938" /></a><br />Yes folks, this is what you call 'heeling'!Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108187801455132354.post-44313192989048203452009-08-10T12:11:00.000-07:002009-08-24T13:15:33.814-07:00Adventures in Belize<iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=xcalak,+mexico&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=54.79724,73.388672&ie=UTF8&ll=18.581172,-87.703857&spn=2.078515,2.293396&z=9&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=xcalak,+mexico&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=54.79724,73.388672&ie=UTF8&ll=18.581172,-87.703857&spn=2.078515,2.293396&z=9" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small>In our final Mexican anchorage, Xcalak, we made our first 'real' cruising friends, a family on a 50' boat named Moonshadow (more on them later). Howard and Sheira, their daughters Rachael and Jocelyn, and crew Tiffany. We were going the same basic direction, Howard is from New Zealand (a Kiwi) and they were making their way there to live. We didn't realize it at the time but I had actually met them on our shakedown cruise in the Bahamas 2 years prior! We ended up cruising the coast of Belize with them, sharing laughs, meals and a lot of rum! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrHC9eU5b-LQ6h9ZxjcQjaY0Xz_IRUNuOQAxYR_wD2cTxXsbZGnWs6kiddIyXcqE5K06Lw4pSSCklWh0Yt8kZILPUtamVZVEcWZ_8p9zHZmtHvI0bowbQ1dppl78TVlGm2bicUzRNTCw/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrHC9eU5b-LQ6h9ZxjcQjaY0Xz_IRUNuOQAxYR_wD2cTxXsbZGnWs6kiddIyXcqE5K06Lw4pSSCklWh0Yt8kZILPUtamVZVEcWZ_8p9zHZmtHvI0bowbQ1dppl78TVlGm2bicUzRNTCw/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705850633604306" /></a><br />(Rachael and Abby)<br />Belize has the longest coral reef in the Western Hemisphere, the second largest in the world after the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. We chose to sail inside the reef along the coast, which was a little dicey at times with a 2-meter (6'8") draft! There is another gem in Belize, aside from the great diving and snorkeling that can be done here, the <a href="http://www.belizezoo.org/">Belize Zoo.</a> <br /><br />Anchoring off of Belize City is an adventure in itself, but we added to it by taking public bus, also known as the 'chicken bus' (an old US school bus, painted fun colors commonly used throughout Central America) out to where the zoo was, which ended up being more of an adventure than we bargained for! <br /><br />The bus broke down. <br />In the 90 degree heat. <br />With NO shade.<br />We waited about 45 minutes for another bus to come rescue us, and then we finally made it to the zoo. We hadn't really planned on actually visiting the zoo that particular day. We went to the bus station with our friends from Moonshadow to check out the prices and ended up on the bus, ready to go! Well, we arrived at our destination and the price had gone up. None of us had enough cash to get in, and they would not give us any leeway. What to do? After such an interesting afternoon on the (broken down) bus we really wanted to actually see the zoo! Well, we hemmed and hawed for a long time, and finally the person behind the desk (who had been so unbending before) felt guilty or something, and she let us all in! I highly recommend anyone going to Belize visit this little zoo, it is truly a magical place.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWR0DAJxF0frONCzWqfgAMgyidEh1yLg0-fz2f1ERtltnxh0tMHW5qEHtd2ehRuge_zbHnUtllf7h5VqnqQHo-iFxM93D_pWHePN3jRSy2QI4d2d-CymINGgtTMzeoPEF3T14aLTjfCbU/s1600-h/Jaguar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWR0DAJxF0frONCzWqfgAMgyidEh1yLg0-fz2f1ERtltnxh0tMHW5qEHtd2ehRuge_zbHnUtllf7h5VqnqQHo-iFxM93D_pWHePN3jRSy2QI4d2d-CymINGgtTMzeoPEF3T14aLTjfCbU/s320/Jaguar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705190648235490" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vPqt5Nr8Qa63nOGLEzNye-3CuGnAtv6i_G5LYW5puIr_P9zjYMwX869taXlFpbtU2j59Imgk62j3ywfvHzDheWMzPrifQzk1273d89rtQknRahV2HgjmXvN2qc6vgTPAs61h1RqGB6Y/s1600-h/Monkey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vPqt5Nr8Qa63nOGLEzNye-3CuGnAtv6i_G5LYW5puIr_P9zjYMwX869taXlFpbtU2j59Imgk62j3ywfvHzDheWMzPrifQzk1273d89rtQknRahV2HgjmXvN2qc6vgTPAs61h1RqGB6Y/s320/Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368706356135008898" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgxdOJRQ-AeIS2E842tHm2GJtw7DpyoULLRIj9u8i9pbMuqPtxu3vEcDbsmbwFVXHa8M_RaNm4TZvvlG2s97PjAfGn-_aRuQKxz6xzOzrNT8qTDcIsjhJQU4rhB1CsiS6XRmOd7flOWI/s1600-h/nonews+058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgxdOJRQ-AeIS2E842tHm2GJtw7DpyoULLRIj9u8i9pbMuqPtxu3vEcDbsmbwFVXHa8M_RaNm4TZvvlG2s97PjAfGn-_aRuQKxz6xzOzrNT8qTDcIsjhJQU4rhB1CsiS6XRmOd7flOWI/s320/nonews+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625167409341714" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQL2w-sSirJFdQBxtsErnh79_thLT3KnvwExFAD5zysyqffOHLFPMDPrTY8P6nyyyTKduzFFjLjcCOl3OuDXz46E0EKch8HxuogQqa3keOvZxRltk_tRIZNGny2G5BDoeGg0qq3oy5aPI/s1600-h/nonews+064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQL2w-sSirJFdQBxtsErnh79_thLT3KnvwExFAD5zysyqffOHLFPMDPrTY8P6nyyyTKduzFFjLjcCOl3OuDXz46E0EKch8HxuogQqa3keOvZxRltk_tRIZNGny2G5BDoeGg0qq3oy5aPI/s320/nonews+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625159211616130" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSSwe3nFYWV6X0KO9lS9azCx5QcSFVLpgXHiko72Us73TU-fdmYKrsNqqjXIjO2hBEMlvnTxzv-0SuhsXi_8B7i1u4hOe6UHrBfGOMYpHG58Ezf0omoVOMzYdQWWWIcJ-ekdy_0wJWks/s1600-h/nonews+069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSSwe3nFYWV6X0KO9lS9azCx5QcSFVLpgXHiko72Us73TU-fdmYKrsNqqjXIjO2hBEMlvnTxzv-0SuhsXi_8B7i1u4hOe6UHrBfGOMYpHG58Ezf0omoVOMzYdQWWWIcJ-ekdy_0wJWks/s320/nonews+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625153391447538" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The other highlight of Belize was Sapodilla Lagoon. We went there because it is one of the most protected areas of Belize and we had heard that there was a large weather front heading out way. We were all snug in the lagoon, I wasn't feeling well so Jeff went out exploring in the dinghy, picking up the Moonshadow clan on the way. When they didn't come back for hours I started to get a little nervous, Tiffany was on board Moonshadow so at least we could chat via the VHF radio (both of the dingy's were gone so we were stuck on our own boats). Finally Jeff arrived home and told me all about his adventure...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRcuhiIvvgucwYb65LClwXfLKb9GSAxI2ONhzGC4A0GAJK20dZlSRB7b_TDNpWeVgB_fU3zpBBaOISZCVBmlf3Skx0vjnbh7vzPdxal1yL8qqZtmEwNx4wEfN72QfQxf2AKx8jaXYUvg/s1600-h/nonews+086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRcuhiIvvgucwYb65LClwXfLKb9GSAxI2ONhzGC4A0GAJK20dZlSRB7b_TDNpWeVgB_fU3zpBBaOISZCVBmlf3Skx0vjnbh7vzPdxal1yL8qqZtmEwNx4wEfN72QfQxf2AKx8jaXYUvg/s320/nonews+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625845724954402" /></a><br /><br />Motoring around in two dinghy's, they had found a large canal which was obviously man made. Curiosity took over and Jeff and Howard steered up, finding a guy in a pickup truck at the end. After a 3 hour tour of Herman Hanley's shrimp farm they 2 boats finally came home, with plans to go back the next day. Herman is a pretty interesting character, he described himself this way, through what his wife said about him in retirement "Most people retire and buy a Lazy Boy, you retire and start a shrimp farm in Belize". <br />All of us went back to Herman's Shrimp Farm the next day. He was headed into a little Mennonite (yes, Mennonite) town about an hours drive from the farm to pick up some supplies. We were all excited for a little road trip to see more of the country side! Driving along the rolling hills, as far as we could see were pineapples. Herman stopped at a little roadside stand where a man with a very large machete hacked off the bottom and prickly skin of the pineapple- leaving the leaves (stem?) as a handle- we had pineapple Popsicles! They were so juicy that we all had pineapple down our chins, I have never, ever, ever tasted a pineapple so amazing. Pretty amazing snack for 50 Cents!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zUESx00rK0vwfA9NGR34tASPiQStvbnmSZGjUtt20jJaG00-kXyFWtCby1oVZU_V-c_4dWdnwbr34F1_okpyss8aVEFz5MlvytRBAjhiKpr8vqVp6oXBcI0yICcDACfNWdFBEbS6gXk/s1600-h/nonews+087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zUESx00rK0vwfA9NGR34tASPiQStvbnmSZGjUtt20jJaG00-kXyFWtCby1oVZU_V-c_4dWdnwbr34F1_okpyss8aVEFz5MlvytRBAjhiKpr8vqVp6oXBcI0yICcDACfNWdFBEbS6gXk/s320/nonews+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625838434546130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN948wbhcO00uLmuJiw8Wgo58H8qBdPkvxdIO1XIv5SO_JBA7CxOZp6CCluTvFzk23aXba9PY2McEoRqU5SXiRFBnEfh5r2WcBcPSbW7kGfDyX7AwqTwyEm0hB7hO34awwgHrnJQ_3Gwc/s1600-h/PineapplePopsicle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN948wbhcO00uLmuJiw8Wgo58H8qBdPkvxdIO1XIv5SO_JBA7CxOZp6CCluTvFzk23aXba9PY2McEoRqU5SXiRFBnEfh5r2WcBcPSbW7kGfDyX7AwqTwyEm0hB7hO34awwgHrnJQ_3Gwc/s320/PineapplePopsicle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368703487351329602" /></a><br /><br />Arriving back at Herman's farm, we were treated to a grand tour of the gardens, the house (where I got to take a shower!!!) and finally the shrimp pools. Jeff can write someday about the technology Herman was using to grow shrimp there, it was pretty amazing. While at the house Jeff had inquired about buying a small box of frozen shrimp, but Herman couldn't "sell" us any due to local laws. So he did one better... He took us out to one of the pools where the shrimp were big enough to be harvested (a few weeks early, but still big enough) and he got one of his guys to cast his net. We ended up with a 48 Quart cooler FULL of whole shrimp! <br /><br />Probably the best, and worst part of the shrimp was sitting on Moonshadow, surrounded by friends, working on shrimp. I'm not sure how long we were there, but hours were spent de-heading and peeling shrimp. Moonshadow had no refrigeration at the time so they ate their fill that first night (we all did, even Amos the cat!). We thought that cooler would never be empty! Eventually is was though, and there were a lot of shrimp still to be eaten. So Jeff and I went home to No News, pulled out our vacuum sealer and packed 12-15 shrimp per bag to be frozen. Yes. I had a freezer! Let me tell you the best part, we ate the final installment of shrimp- grilled and over pasta- 9 months later in Tonga! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNH7jcntd-qtXh9AIhbfBlJGQ15n2Tn7MW2aITjfDlybAQf_OMV7GkUV0NX7_Hw4fjPetL2a0ZJ90isKSoLm7kpVm5bQt6LSvS-BrYalfUkxc725vpegedZQSf5JGqoZAIASw97PEw9WM/s1600-h/nonews+088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNH7jcntd-qtXh9AIhbfBlJGQ15n2Tn7MW2aITjfDlybAQf_OMV7GkUV0NX7_Hw4fjPetL2a0ZJ90isKSoLm7kpVm5bQt6LSvS-BrYalfUkxc725vpegedZQSf5JGqoZAIASw97PEw9WM/s320/nonews+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373625852528744818" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpkAYqtsyuwA3ypa1hm5KrF83_NprN7oiWli9soHceIk7FFC_lgcFyq5wXyYW5DbQjSNJFLvff05UD-9GkMHKzZeXyd3sZIreo-bzxBXbXx6X9EK0mFloHVswceh-hhPwB6CPGgsjyFc/s1600-h/SHRIMP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpkAYqtsyuwA3ypa1hm5KrF83_NprN7oiWli9soHceIk7FFC_lgcFyq5wXyYW5DbQjSNJFLvff05UD-9GkMHKzZeXyd3sZIreo-bzxBXbXx6X9EK0mFloHVswceh-hhPwB6CPGgsjyFc/s320/SHRIMP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368704287156587682" /></a><br />Shrimp.<br />One of my favorite stories to tell from our adventure. Unfortunately that part of Belize has been developed in the last few years. I was unable to find out any information about Hanley Farms Limited on Google. Maybe someday we will show up there again and check it out, maybe not. Sometimes it is better to remember the great times, not try to replace them.Last Paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00378766739082927817noreply@blogger.com3