Likely the eye of the storm, but hopefully the storm is equally chill.
This week the driving was substantially reduced. We got back to life on the boat. Not much happened, But thanks for following along.
We started by fighting red tape, the navy seals invaded our marina, and we got back to polishing our dinghy adventure game.
We started the week making a few international calls to Mexico and got a guy, rather the guy, to help with all of our border-crossing-paperwork. Another stack of bureaucratic barriers arrived, but we’re chipping away.
We got a text from our neighbor boat one night that the SEALs were using our marina for some training. We saw a few divers trying to find their ‘mark’ in the field of boats. It was like watching a submarine race, watching their floating glow stick indicators drift around the marina, and the occasional all-black zodiac planting ‘targets’.
We met our dock neighbors for a picnic on the beach via dinghy, enjoyed a sunset, and great conversation. We learned that if Taylor helms, and we put big ole Hank in the front, we can plane Scootie and go fast! So starting now, Taylor is the dinghy Queen. She vowed to take on maintenance responsibility for Grego (the dinghy motor), and for practicing her dinghy-docking skills. I’m pumped! As for our neighbors in the marina, Grant and Claire have been awesome. They’re fun and interesting and it’s fun having friends in the marina living the same lifestyle. They have less sailing experience but they’re far more prepared to do it long-term…remote jobs and whatnot. Check out their Youtube, insta, and hot sauce selling business. Peri-Peri is the king of hot sauces, and as a native South African, Grant has a killer recipe, which we polished off in 2 days.
We had a wonderful dinner with Captain Eunice’s sitters. Dave & Linda made the Wild West Winifred Trip possible and we can’t thank them enough!
Taylor lured me on a hike, but lessons learned, I knew to ask about elevation change so we limited the climbing. We got a beautiful hike in the mountains overlooking a several thousand-foot drop over the central desert. AND we got to see the first few miles of the PCT and crossed paths with a few hikers venturing northbound up the spine of the continent.
This week was tame, but we’re ramping up to venture South so the respite is welcome. Maybe I’ll whip out some old stories for all of the wonderful subscribers.
