Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Land cruising



After leaving the boat in Puerto Escondido (down the road from our home in Loreto) we did some "land cruising".  We drove from Loreto to California, spent a week with friends and Doug's family, and then ventured east toward Rhode Island where Ann's family lives.  Along the way we stayed with friends at almost every stop.  It was such fun to see everyone!  We visited friends and family members in suburbs, farm lands, and cities.  Each time we drove off from a visit we realized how grateful we are for our families and the many friends we have and how our friendships serve to uplift and inspire us in numerous ways.

It would be impossible to note all the activities we partook in during our hiatus from the boat but here are a few photos of what the kids did during our time in the U.S.

The Abraham Lincoln Museum in Illinois was a favorite stop...


Henry Wyatt and Chandler at Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts dressed up and learning what it was like to be a kid in the late 1700's 
A tea party with Nana in RI

Golfing with cousin Will (and having Uncle John give golf lessons) in RI.
     
A visit to Boston
A visit with Brittany in St. Louis













A ride on the Staten Island Ferry past Lady Liberty in NYC

Watching peacocks roam freely and collecting blue eggs at a ranch in Santa Fe....

A visit with Sydney and Kimberly in Coronado





Saturday, July 17, 2010

Conch shell greeting

Tradition has it that when sailors enter or exit a port they announce their arrival/departure with a conch shell horn.  We've found some wonderful conch shells along the way and the kids quickly learned how to blow them to alert anyone nearby of our whereabouts.  Friends on Meshach showed us how to saw off one end to create just the right opening to blow through...and it worked!

One morning at 3 am we were awakened by the sound of a conch shell horn.  Coincidentally it was our good friends on Meshach letting us know they had just about run aground and we were about to do the same.  The tide had swung a little further out than we had both expected and it was Mother Nature's way of telling us, "It's time to get going!"   So off we went on a midnight sail.

You just never know when those conch shells will come in handy!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Poems on the hook

Halyard Swing

A swing can bring in the breeze
And fling kids’ cheers like wings into the air
Until it drinks them into the
Bottom of its salty seat.


Then up, Let’s rise, stop, swoosh, then lean out, see water below
And “hello” here I come
Raging an arc
Close cut to the hull until I pull up and spring out to the other side of the deck
And glide top side again.





June 2010, Carmen Island (Baja, MX)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Cookie Coma

Cookie Coma

Imagine.  A warm, lumpy brown cookie
rippled with chocolate chips after
an enlivening snorkel escapade and fresh
water rinse off!
Warm in the galley the sunset shuts
Off.
the sea’s roll
Halts.
a gull’s cry snaps in two... The first bite! 
All senses to their stations.

It is done.  The sugary, buttery, baked
Batter swallowed.
The sun picks up where it was falling,
The mixing bowl lists and rocks again,
The gulls’ cries resume.
Senses creep back to their beds.  

-Doug   

(Los Arcos, returning after a day’s dive)

Monday, July 5, 2010

One of my favorite cruiser days

Cruiser days are filled with many exciting activities but one of my favorite days along the way so far was the day two cruiser families and HanaCrew hung out at Los Arcos, an anchorage off the coast of Santa Rosalia.  The cave effect of the rocks creates a shallow pool area to swim in and the seashell collecting keeps us all occupied for hours.  That special day kids and adults jumped off a boulder situated at the edge of the water and splashed into the cool water bringing great relief from the hot temps on board our boats.  Conversations abounded with spear fishing stories, sailing tales, boat maintenance questions, reviews of recently read books, and talk of the possibility of making the 21-day passage to the South Pacific next spring.  There couldn't be a more relaxed and beautiful environment anywhere.





Saturday, July 3, 2010

She sells sea shells


We see, collect, and leave behindtons of uniquely beautiful shells out here. Take a look...

Friday, July 2, 2010

What a day! by Chandler

Flip-flop
Doodle dot
Splish-splash
Engine drop
Zoom zoom
Beach walk
Water play
Spa-ghet- tay
"What a day!"

poem by Chandler

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Provisioning and Cooking

Why don't they call it "provisioning" when you go to the market in the U.S., buy tons of food, and take it back home?  Out here, that's the term we use for grocery shopping.  Tonight, once again, I "provisioned."  We plan to set sail tomorrow and won't be anywhere where we can buy food again for two weeks; thus the need to "provision."  We were in the U.S. last week for a few days so I provisioned there as much as possible but fruits and veggies aren't allowed south of Guerro Negro (the midway point between north and south on the Baja peninsula) and eggs don't make the two-day drive that well so there were things to buy here in Santa Rosalia before we ship out.  Last night, shortly after we returned from the U.S., Doug and I provisioned. His comment, when he lugged everything from the tienda (store) to the car was, "I didn't think you needed to provision this much!"  I explained why we bought what we did and he understood a little more about the depth of "provisioning." 

Although I've only been cruising for a few months, I've learned that if 4 people are out at sea for any extended time, sharing relatively small quarters, there better be good food on board to satisfy the crew when it's meal time.  Friends have asked questions like, "How do you plan meals for extended trips at sea?" and, "What do you cook?", etc. Here's a little bit of what I do relative to the galley and feeding la familia and what I've learned. If anyone out there reading this has ANY suggestions for quick, easy meals, I'm open!

I’ve learned a lot about provisioning for long periods of time at sea and am always grateful to the cruisers who share ideas as well as food along the way.  Shopping is only part of the task at hand.  When I return to the boat I unpack the food, prepare meats for storage, soak veggies and fruits in a water and disinfectant mixture, and then pack everything away.  The whole process takes a very long time.

When we unpack cereals and the like we take all the cardboard boxes these foods come in and discard them before setting sail. Mainly it’s because of space constraints but also because little critters supposedly are attracted to the cardboard so we don’t want that to be an open invitation for them to join us on our journey.
Food storage.  HanaCrew has plenty of storage areas, after all she was built to cruise.  The challenge with good storage space is that I have to write down what I put and where so I don't forget what we have!  Storage lockers are underneath seats and floorboards as well as the V and quarter berths.  

Trying to keep the food we’ve bought fresh and edible is another issue to be dealt with.  Because of the heat in Mexico cruisers have to be creative when storing food.  Cruiser friends have given me lots of good advice to help keep food for longer periods of time, which have proven to be successful.  Wrapping limes individually in aluminum foil; wrapping blue shop paper towels around fruit and veggies before storing them in “green bags”; and, storing cheese in olive oil wrapped in cheese cloth are some of the ideas I’ve tried.  As helpful as these ideas have been I still lose some perishables to heat.  The hanging net Liberty gave us has helped tremendously to keep our fruits and veggies hanging rather than sitting on a hard surface rolling around with every wave we encounter. 

Since the refrigerator isn’t large enough to hold all our perishables at the start of a long stretch of sailing, I’ve learned which foods can wait a few days before being refrigerated and which need refrigeration right away.  It’s helpful that Mexico sells almost all their milk and juice in long-term storage boxes.  Why that isn’t the case in the U.S., I don’t know.  When I buy pre-packaged chicken or most meat, I take it out of the packaging, rinse it off, pat it dry, salt it lightly to help preserve it, and put it in an airtight plastic container in the fridge.  I’m constantly amazed at cruisers who don’t have refrigeration.  They seem to do just fine without it.  From one friend I learned that yogurt doesn’t need to be refrigerated at all, although we do keep it in there when we have room in the fridge.  Certain brands keep longer without refrigeration than do others.  Who would have thought that?

Cooking.  I actually enjoy cooking; it’s the constancy of it I don’t care for.  If I cooked only when I felt inspired to, my family would probably be fine because breakfast, which Doug takes care of, along with a major meal by me, would be sufficient, but they would miss their traditional 3-meals-a-day schedule.  This isn’t something I deal with only when cruising, it’s true regardless of where we are and of most moms I know.  Before we headed out to sea just about every cruiser friend said they used a pressure cooker on board so I investigated the idea of buying one. I don't recall my mom ever using one when I was growing up so I really didn’t have an idea of what pressure cooing was all about.  Friends said the cooker was a time saver extraordinaire and that I really should have one.  After some reading online I purchased a stainless steel 8-quart Presto pressure cooker.  I tried it out at home before we set sail and the meat was basically destroyed (broken down to the point of being mushy) in the process.  I had two recipes for the type of meat I was using; one from a dedicated cookbook all about pressure cooking and one from the pressure cooker manufacturer.  Not knowing which to trust I decided to split the time in half from both recipes which ended up being about 20 minutes.   By the end of the process I was confused and disappointed to say the least.  It took about 15 minutes to prepare the meat and veggies, 20 minutes for the cooker to come to pressure, and 20 more minutes to cook the beef.  “What was so quick about that?” I thought.  Well, now that I am 8 to 10 pressure cooked meals beyond that first experience I have a far better appreciation for my pressure cooker.  I’ve figured out how to maintain low versus high pressure and how long it takes my cooker to come to pressure and what the general cook times for certain meats should be so that we can recognize them when they come out of the pot.  Overall I do recommend the pressure cooker and yes, it does take less time to cook things, especially things like whole birds or a stew that would normally take hours. 

When I release the steam from the cooker everyone knows it and I basically have to “clear the decks” so no one gets in the way of the blast of steam that rises from the cooker.  The original owners of the boat had a lovely little hatch added just above the stove, for steam or any heat rising from the stove top and it helps tremendously to keep the cabin less steamy and hot when cooking. (See photo)
 
Meals.  When we head out and won't be where we can provision for at least 2-weeks I put together a list of meals I know I have ingredients for to make sure I have most every meal covered.  I buy canned chicken, shredded beef in a pouch (it's actually quite good and lasts for over a year!), pasta, rice, beans, and other canned or preserved food.  I also buy cheese, yogurt, arrarchera (a delicious marinated beef here in MX) and fresh chicken.  The last day before we launch you can typically find me in the galley cooking two or three meals so I don't have to cook once we are underway or at a wonderful anchorage where I would rather swim than cook.  Of course we rely on fresh fish, too!  Doug and Henry, along with cruiser friends, are our suppliers of those meals.  Chandler even gets into the act with her interest in diving for clams! (see below)  We've enjoyed sea bass, mahi-mahi, snapper, grouper, yellow tail, lobster, and more.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Photo update

When we are out at sea it's difficult to get strong internet connections.  Now that we are in a port, Santa Rosalia, for a few days to provision, do laundry, and tend to the ongoing maintenance items on the boat, we wanted to post a few photos that will give you a view into some of our recent days.



Henry,
being our fisherman, is always looking for a way to catch fish.  Lately he's been interested in the clams he's found out here.  Here he is cooking up a batch for dinner.











Dinners always taste better outdoors!
(Henry's in the background.)








 
Here, we were at Bahia San Nicolas (Does that mean Santa Claus is here?), where we met up with Eyoni and Liberty, two "kid boats".  We shared a pot-luck dinner on the beach at sunset while the kids ran around looking for seashells and playing.











Ethan, from Eyoni, showed Doug how to dig into a clam without cutting off his fingers.  Henry and Doug proceeded to eat them both raw and cooked.








Chandler loves to sit at the bow pulpit and sing while we are sailing.  On this particular day Doug joined her for a daddy/daughter moment. Unforgettable!






Many times on old schooners you see a female figure carved into the bow of a boat. HanaCrew has Chandler...our very own mermaid!

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Poems from the sea

Life Cycles

He is 8 and hot rods in a dinghy.

From the stern,
his dad watches the gray launch curl figure eights
and tilt, and gradually slow;
as a mind swept up in the feel of each curve
searches the sea life below.

In these continuous, motoring circles
a boy’s eye finds caves, starfish to pluck, fish to hook. 
Discovery is his lure that leads him on the way
a fox can urge a hound to run distances that it doesn’t even realize it is traveling.

He is solitary, the driver, and crew. 
A fuel tank, propeller, and engine are ghosts in this world.  
Then his dad calls, “Dinner!”….
The words veer across his loop.

Head up now, he turns towards a boat
not too far away where  
a man with a red hat peers over its rails.
The man is smiling and laundry hangs on lines.
He rounds up and bee-lines back at full speed blast.

I have been in those loops.
Mine were more in sand and tunnels,
troops, chassis, plastic things.
My son’s are in watery colors, breeze,
a cut’s sting from salt, and
cheeks that will glow at dinner tonight.


June 12, 2010 – San Marcos Island

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Caves and octopus

We've been at Isla San Marcos (Los Arcos anchorage) for three days now.  It's an anchorage 10 miles off the coast of Baja, near the town of Santa Rosalia.  We can see the lights of Santa Rosalia across the Sea at night, which adds to the beauty of this anchorage.  The island has a small gypsum mining community and we hope to explore it's tiny town of 600 this week.  Two other kid boats are here...Liberty and Eyoni, boats we have been traveling on and off with for the past two weeks. It's wonderful to make new friends out here and to explore nature's beauty together.

Yesterday and the day before we snorkeled, combed the beaches for shells and rocks, sat at the edge of sea caves listening to the water lap against the rocks and observing the sea life around us.  That's one of the many activities cruisers do that differs significantly from their day-to-day life in the U.S.  They really do "stop and smell the roses," and we are learning to do the same.

Highlights:

Pirate-style tunnels, caves, and lagoons to explore on dinghys, decor-quality shells to collect and reefs for snorkeling.


Spotted a bread loaf size octopus flowing around the rocks hunting for fish eggs. Spotted yellow and black striped Sargeant Majors buzzed around it. It turned from maroon brown to spotted turquoise as if a wand passed over it, then it hunkered into a corner and grabbed a fist-sized hermit crab as a shield to fence itself in.  We poked around and watched it, and then out bolted a green moray eel, who chomped and wrapped around the octopus and sprang back again gapping up at us as if it were selecting to charge its next victim.  The wounded retreated, the eel took a victory lap and our heads popped up above the surface of the water with our eyeballs filling our masks.

The kids explored the beach and saw a baby seagull was getting its sea trial while 6 - 8 guardian seagulls squawked from the shore.  A pelican made a pass and was chased off by the airborne squadron of gulls.  It was Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom "live".





Two pot-luck dinners aboard Eyoni to wish Liberty fair winds on it's closing MX voyage. B-B-Q fish speared daily by Eyoni's captain, Ethan along with cupcakes made by Eyoni's "Admiral", Nancy, and first mate/daughter, Zada. Ann's homemade spaghetti sauce; Liberty's French touch of crepes and tuna salad; great yarns shared of travel and special features told by Ethan about Palau, Phillipines, and Guam; tiger sharks, Comodo dragon hunts, free diving to the abyss, 100 lb groupers, and Stateside Forest Smoke Jumpers. Life's an adventure!

Monday, May 31, 2010

Fish and Treasure Island

A.M....just after breakfast.  100 yards out, a flurry of splashing.  Gulls and pelicans swoop in.  A huge school of rooster fish are boiling (feeding).

One friend throws out a line.  Another friend drops his kayak overboard and paddles out with his pole and returns in minutes with a large rooster fish and a tale about the other "even bigger one" that stole his lure and got away.  We watch the thrashing and feeding and squawking birds.

Then the herd of fish head our way.  We can see their green plumed backs pushing up the water.  A school of minnows race under our hull; a wave of rooster fish follow. Henry is going nuts!  We cast a line out baited with yesterday's catch.  The bait falls off.  Henry hooks one anyway and the rooster fish breaks the line.

When the day starts like that, where does home school go from there?  They did sit down to listen to a couple of chapters of Treasure Island.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Seashells

Today we departed San Juanico and headed around its rocky point to a nearby cove, La Ramada. We spent the day there but found it to be a little rolly so we hailed some friends (two "kid boats") who had headed north the day before and learned they were heading to a beachfront anchorage 8 nautical miles north of where we were. We decided to join them.

After a quick 3-hour motor sail we dropped anchor and Chandler immediately joined a friend for some beach-combing, which this anchorage is known for. She returned to the boat an hour later with some of the most beautiful shells we’d ever seen.



The next morning we all headed ashore before breakfast to gather more shells. As we walked the beach we had to wonder about the many creatures that once lived within the curved walls of each seashell. We all found something unique. Henry and his friend, Casey, returned with their loot and decided to make a business of selling the shells. They priced each group of shells and decided to sell them to their families, since those were the only “customers” around. The making of true entrepreneurs!

After our shell-finding expedition we headed back to HanaCrew for breakfast. Casey’s dad joined us, Chandler headed to another boat to breakfast with her friend, Zada, and Doug cooked up one of his delicious Denver egg meals.

Henry and Casey rode around in the dinghy for a while before taking the surfboard to the beach to “catch” the waves, Chandler continued playing with Zada and her vast toy horse collection at Zada’s boat, and Doug and I luxuriated in the quiet time by reading while taking in the desert surroundings. Later on Casey’s mom, Sophie, came by our boat to show us her beach-combing finds. Take a look at the spectacular Paper Nautilus and seahorse skeleton!


Thursday, May 27, 2010

Coronado & San Juanico

Something I’m getting used to as a cruiser is figuring out how to plan which days we want to be “at anchor” versus which days we want to be sailing. Wind certainly has something to do with those decisions. As we launched on this sailing venture friends kindly gifted us with the Sea of Cortez Cruiser’s Guide. It holds a wealth of information, giving us everything we need to know about every bay, harbor, and town along the way. It includes depths, rocks, and shoals to watch for, anchoring tips, historical facts, and more.

As we sit in one beautiful bay it’s sometimes hard to motivate and leave, especially when the next anchorage is more than a few hours of sailing away. When we left Coronado for San Juanico however, we knew we would want to stay for a few days since Coronado gave us a rolling anchorage for almost 24 hours and San Juanico would be protected from the northern winds that knocked us around so much.

We pulled into San Juanico (shown in photo), dropped anchor, and found ourselves surrounded by stunningly beautiful rock cliffs. It felt like we were on dry ground compared to our last night at Coronado.

The next day we met cruiser friends on the beach and hiked up one of the cliffs to find the famed Apache Tears…black shiny rocks. They are said to be the tears of the Apache Indians who cried for their fallen family members after the US Calvary fought and defeated the Apaches in Arizona in the 1870’s. With the history lesson/allegory shared, Chandler and Henry hurried up the dusty hill to unearth the stones, stuffing them into pockets and exclaiming every few moments. “Look at this one, Mom!”


Along the way we found the “Cruiser shrine”. This is where cruisers leave mementos of their boats, themselves, and their journey’s. We wanted to leave one too and decided on using a blue flip-flop Ann was wearing as she hiked the hillside to find the Apache Tears. Chandler wrote one of her Sea poems on it, we all signed our names and added our boat name to it and then planned to place it alongside the other interesting pieces of cruiser memorabilia but never got back to the tree to place it there this trip. We’ll have to do that on the way back to Loreto in July when we stop in this favorite anchorage again.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Coronado surprise

We pulled into Isla Coronado on May 21st and enjoyed a calm afternoon and evening at our familiar offshore beach. Coronado is about 10 miles off the coast of Loreto so we have been here many times via panga rides but this time we are in our own boat, on our own time, instead of simply for a day trip. The second day here, as we were playing on the beach, we saw a motor boat pull into the cove and realized it was our friends, The Gordon's, from Loreto. What a treat! They were in Coronado for an overnight and would we like to go fishing with them the next day? Henry's resounding "YES" sealed the deal. Two fun-filled beach-kid days followed.

















The Gordon's took us fishing: trigger fish, red snapper, dog fish, cabrilla,    A small pod of dolphins play under our hull; visit sea-lion rock, back at the beach the kids collect clams, open and eat a few raw.   

Back on the boat, fresh water showers, read a chapter of “Treasure Island” while everyone stretched out in the cockpit. 

We planned to depart Coronado for San Juanico on Monday, May 24th but at 1 AM that morning we were awakened by high winds and seas and ended up staying up for the better part of that night...kids too. By 7 AM we were still pretty tired from a restless sleep so Doug made French Toast and we all climbed back under the covers for another few hours of rest.

Later that day we headed out to make the passage to San Juanico but had to turn back due to the 20 knot winds that were heading us on the nose. We hunkered down and made the best of the situation by playing games, reading, and entertaining each other in hopes of distracting ourselves from the rolly seas knocking us around.

The winds calmed down later that night and we got a good night sleep in preparation for our passage to San Juanico the next day.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Reduce, Re-use, Recycle

Trash is something cruisers have to deal with daily. On HanaCrew we do the best we can to discard trash without hurting the environment. Our food waste goes overboard and feeds the fish but other trash, like paper and plastic needs to be disposed of in other ways. Since we carry this trash for days, if not weeks, to ports and throw it away on the dock we need to compact it when we are on long passages so we don't live among trash bags for days on end. To do that we’ve had to get creative. Empty plastic soda bottles and waxed juice cartons get stuffed with paper and remnant trash and voila, an on-board trash compactor is born! Everybody gets into the act. At first it was used as a disciplinary measure for the kids. Disobedient? Stuff 5 pieces of trash into a receptacle. But Henry actually thought it was cool to use a screw driver to stuff the trash into a plastic Fresca bottle. So, now it’s simply part of everyone’s day, whether we are good or not-so-good.












Water is something else we’ve had to figure out since we don’t have endless storage tanks onboard. We have two-60 gallon tanks for fresh water onboard HanaCrew. We filter the water going into the tanks and again as it comes through the galley faucet but even with conscious conservation, it runs dry after a while. As a result we have taken to making fresh water from the body of salt water that surrounds us. HanaCrew’s water maker has supplemented our cooking, bathing, and drinking water so well we can now see how it will be possible to go on longer passages without having to stop and refill the water tanks every two weeks. To help conserve water we wash our dishes and ourselves in salt water off the back of the boat where there is a very convenient step to stand or sit on while washing. Once clean, we rinse with fresh water. Pretty efficient!

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Poetry Day

We've taken to writing in our journals again.  Three years ago we started this wonderful practice after dinner almost each night. It was our first year in MX and it captured so many memories, that I wonder why we haven't kept up the practice.  Yesterday the kids and Doug decided their journal entries would be poetry. 

Doug's poem...

Poetry on the Hook

My pillow is a dolphin.
He mounds on my side and rolls over and under in tireless ease.

He presses down submerged in foaming blond curls then rides high on my cheek bone or dips under my chin.
He is light and cool from staying in the shadows of an  underground room, and when my sweaty rose cheeks plunge overboard and sink in it's depths I feel fun run through my back and limbs like it did when I was just outside in the grass and rolling over my playmates with a football before Mom called us up to nap.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Henry's poems


The Sea

I love the sea.
The sea is so pretty.
The sea has my friends
like the dolphins,
like the seagulls,
like the manta rays and the whales.


I Have to Go Back to the Seashore

I have to go back to the seashore
so I can see my friends
the starfish and the dolphin
and all the others
with my friends.

(Idea for poem came from Doug's recitation of Sea Fever by James Masefield)

Chandler's poetry

The Sea
I must go out to the Sea again,
to the wavy blue old sea.
To see the dolphins jump and dance,
and see the whales spray.

(idea for poem came from Doug's recitation of John Masefield's poem, Sea Fever)

The Sand
The ocean's sand is under my feet,
and sloshing through my toes.
The waves and shore are like
some partners dancing to and fro.

Seashell
If I were a seashell,
I'd be like a home,
and all the crabs would come
and use me and tenderly sleep and walk around
and then they would go
and I would be in a different place
and have another guest.



Friday, May 21, 2010

Is this what a typical day will be like?

Sunrise:  Tall, Cardon cactus wait on the shore like early morning bathers.  There is a constant “pop” of manta rays jumping and flopping on the sea to shake parasites.  

Morning includes reading: Chandler -  a bio on Catherine the Great; Henry and Dad read about dinosaurs and fish; Mom catches up on US and world news in some back issues of the weekly Christian Science Monitor.  

Set sail around noon with following seas and wind (10-15 knots) and arrive at Coronado Island 20 miles away in about 5 hours – time to read, fix things, and nap.  Chandler is glad there aren’t arranged marriages like in Catherine’s day.  Ann laughs as she shares an article about Korean coffee shops that serve lattes while your feet soak in a tank of fish that nibble away the rough skin.  Henry decides on the Allosaurus over the Megasaurus if they were to meet in a dark alley.  Dad ponders how much energy it takes to sail a boat in order to get that extra reading and family time.  

We arrive and plunge into the sea.  Ann serves a meaty stew and s'mores for dessert.   Two more chapters at sunset of L.M. Montgomery’s, Anne of Windy Poplars, to Ann’s superb narrator’s voice.  The gulls and an occasional sea lion bark close out the day.  


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Day One...the real thing

Although we have lived aboard HanaCrew for almost three months we feel like our launch from Loreto is the real deal.  Now we are cruising!

The exciting part is that we know we will be out for at least four weeks.  Yesterday we packed up the final items and moved onto to the boat. Today we drove home again to get the things that are always forgotten and then remembered as you drive a block away from your home. Fortunately, out mooring in Puerto Escondido is only 15 minutes from home.

The anchorage is 7 miles away, "Marquer", a quiet cove off Carmen Island.  The sea is calm.  The kids lean out at the bow and in half an hour spot: pink squid as we come into the breeze and set the sails; a sea lion floating on its back - he barked at us as we changed course; a pod of dolphins churning up the surface 100 yards away as they feasted; and jumping manta rays entertained us all the way to anchor.  

Chandler and Henry jumped in.  It was their first time swimming naked.   Why does that make kids giggle so much?  Ann put on one of our favorite meals that she had kept frozen since buying it at Costco months ago.  She read from the Anne of Green Gables series as the sun set and we did dishes off the stern.  The lights came on from the town of Loreto, across the sea.  We sat on the bow and found planets, heard crickets, and fish jumping, and laughed at Chandler's rendition of Henry playing dinosaurs in the V-berth while singing, "Yeah Man, I'm riding a slow dinosaur.  The lizard's coming up behind me..."  

A slight roll to the anchorage.  All good. Day one.