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Posted on Wednesday Sep 21, 2005
Well, the vet, Manuel, in Santa Rosalia did too good of a job with bringing Jezebel back from near death. She’s acting like a kitten again and playing all the time. We’ve been cutting her hair about every 3 to 4 weeks which keeps her cool and keeps the hair balls away. She hasn’t been sick once since the surgery, which is a dramatic change for the better!
She looks quite different with a #2 clipper buzzcut. In fact she doesn’t recognize her own tail. And after 14 years of having it attached to her butt you’d think she’d recognize it. But a buzzcut quickly changed that. Now she thinks there’s some strange creature attached to her butt, and boy is it fast and sneaky! She’ll chase it in circles trying to catch that bugger, only to have it disappear. She’ll search the cushions, the blankets, and then look relieved that it is gone. But then she’ll turn around to leave and BAM! There’s the beast again and the chase starts all over.
It’s nice she’s found a toy that we don’t have to pickup and we don’t have to play with her. Built in entertainment! And oh, it’s damn funny for us too.
Posted on Monday Sep 19, 2005
What happens when you anchor near an island and a beach where lots of birds roost? Guano happens! And Estanque (√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??ess-STAHN-kay√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě) stunk. What√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs worse is the little noseeum bugs who live off the birds, attacked us with a vengeance that is unbelievable. The rocks on the beach were its redeeming quality. They were tumbled round and shiny by the years of waves and the colors ran the full rainbow.
But the bugs, and the call of ice cold margaritas forced us out of the anchorage a day later. The hurricane √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Max√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě increased the humidity to about 80% and we felt like we were in a sauna, so after a week of so of warm drinks, we longed for the bar in town. Max is behaving himself and heading out to sea right now, but he brought a sudden change in our weather. We were just starting to cool off as September wound down when Max came along and screwed all that up. Hopefully Max continues his current path and the new one brewing off
Posted on Thursday Sep 15, 2005
Ok, one better than Refugio √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚?¨Ň? Caleta Pulpito! With the water clarity about 40 feet, and billions of fish (more than Refugio!), Pulpito was a snorkelers√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ę paradise! There were schools of trigger fish just following us around to see what we were doing; we saw an elusive and rare Golden Grouper, and shellfish (a rare site these days). In this remote place, we were able to glimpse what the
Posted on Wednesday Sep 14, 2005
Amazing water clarity! We can see probably 40 feet and unlike the rest of
Everyone is afraid of the bugs up here, but the winds have kept them away and the memory of them has kept the other boaters away. Their loss, because this place is fantastic!
Posted on Wednesday Sep 14, 2005
As mentioned in the previous message, all night long the wind blew 35 to 40 knots. The next day it blew 20 to 25 all day, and then at night 25 to 30. We were starting to get used to the severe winds. It kept the heat way down. We had to break out the blankets at night because things dropped into the low 70√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs. I was wrapped up in a blanket in the morning and Sherrell laughed at me because it was 78 degrees. The humidity was only about 25% instead of the standard 70% to 80%
The third night we decided to watch movies on Rhythmic Breeze. It seemed funny to us that all the other boats we were hearing on the radio were running for cover from the westerly winds, which were not quite as strong as our winds. After 3 days, the wind seemed pretty normal to us. We were watching movies, walking the beaches and enjoying the cool weather. Our last night the winds were blowing about 30 to 35 and we slept well.
In the morning, the wind was still howling and the bay outside our anchorage was full of 4 foot waves and white caps. It was a great wind angle for heading north, so we took it! After hoisting up 400 pounds of seaweed on our anchor chains, of course.
Posted on Tuesday Sep 13, 2005
But arriving in Refugio was like going back in time -- huge cliffs, lots of birds and dramatic rocks everywhere. It was like we stepped back into an newer world long ago. It was worth the long day sail to get here! Now we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęre going to try to fix Rhythmic Breeze√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs video recorder to capture some footage on film!
Posted on Monday Sep 12, 2005
We decided to take a short trip north out of the
With no real plan, we set out from the town in 15-20 knots of breeze, tacking out of the anchorage and heading north. As we sailed up, there were large gusty spots where we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęd heel over 25 degrees, go like hell, then hit the end of the patch pop back upright and the sails would start to flap with no wind. It was really strange sailing.
Both of us managed to sail up to the top of Isla Coronado when we could see a wall of white water waves off in the distance where the anchorage, Ensenada Alcatraz, is located. We were both guessing over the radio that the night time √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Elephantes√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě or Westerlies like the Santa Anna√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs in
All night long we were blasted with 35 to 40 knots of wind. Fortunately there was no fetch, so the waves didn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt build up, but the racket of the howling winds kept Sherrell awake most of the night. The next day the wind just couldn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt quit, it blew all day long at a respectable 20 knots or so. Braving the winds, we went ashore on the golden sand beach with a beach umbrella.
Huddled together out of the sun we relaxed and thought how silly we must seem to have a 2 mile long stretch of perfect sandy beach and then to see the four of us with a small umbrella trying to stay in the shade. As a lone plane flew over head we thought the excitement might kill us. I wanted to change channels on the tv, but I forgot we no longer had a tv. But this channel wasn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt too bad. A good sized seal decided to try to catch some fish about 20 feet off the beach in front of us. Swimming all around he leapt out of the air and performed a barrel roll. Not bad!
Posted on Wednesday Sep 7, 2005
We’ve been pretty lazy the last few days. We’ve spent the week hanging out in front of the town. I’ve added some wiring into the bow so we can connect a fan there when we’re sleeping at night – what a relief! I’ve also been working on a new setup for our autopilot and the trim tab, which I’m quite excited about, but we still need to make a couple of items first before we can test it out. We also cleaned the boat bottom and the hull. So I guess we haven’t been too lazy, but it’s been a slow week.
On the SSB we’ve been hearing some of the live reports of people being rescued from Katrina, so I can imagine if the HAM bands are that busy with emergency traffic, the media is having a field day pointing fingers and stirring up trouble, rather than providing news or help. We saw a special on PBS about 4 years ago about how
Our hurricane activity down here has been pretty mild so far. Everything has stayed away from land. We’re currently watching Irwin, but it seems to be fairly small and heading out to sea.
Posted on Thursday Sep 1, 2005
We’ve been sailing on and off the anchor and hardly ever using the engine. The waterways are protected by islands and there are some massive mountains all around the bay. If this place had trees instead of cactus, it would be just like back home. We sailed into town with Rhythmic Breeze and we took photos of each other under sail so we FINALLY have some photos of us sailing! Hopefully we’ll be able to update the website and the new photo on the homepage will be us heeling over and sailing fast!
Posted on Tuesday Aug 30, 2005
A Chubasco is a squall that precedes a lightning cell of clouds. Sometimes the winds reach 60 knots. For us however, it was a mild attack. At about , I suddenly woke up. I felt the boat start to swing radically, but there weren√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt any sounds of wind. I looked out the hatch to see in the moonlight a wall of approaching clouds and lightening. Chubasco! I shouted to Sherrell as I leapt out of the hatch!
The one night we left our full sun awnings up, the squall came after us. We quickly started removing covers. The wind went from 5 knots to about 20 knots in 2 minutes. As we started to finish getting the last cover off, the wind gusted to the mid 30√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs perhaps in the 40√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs. It lifted our hard dinghy off the deck, we had it tilted up to scoop air down into the boat with the halyard. There was a line tied to it to prevent it from going anywhere, but the wind hit it like giant fist and ripped the cleat right out of the dinghy and sent it flying across the deck.
I had to leave Sherrell to wrestle with the cover while I man-handled the dinghy back into it√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs chocks and tied it down. We were about 3 minutes too slow in getting things secured, and the wind was howling. After getting the dinghy tied up, we managed to get the last cover down on the deck and tied down, then we let out some more chain to 210 feet giving us a scope of 6:1 and we held on.
Like in the movie, √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Captain Ron√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě, √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??They come on fast and leave you fast, boss!√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě About an hour later the wind calmed back down and we watched the sun come up then took a nap.