Yesterdayin Tenacatita we headed for shore...on my part with great trepidation. There was surf..need I say more. Much to my surprise we landed gently. Bob read the waves, I jumped out and we looked ever so good..I say that because other cruisers at the restaurant saw us land and commented on how perfect it was. I must confess that we landed I kept waiting for a big wave to hit me or the boat.
We had a fabulous meal at this tiny restaurant. Their chef deserves accolades.
This morning we left for Chamela. Chamela is where our steering went and where we had our fan belt issues. The trip was very pleasant..a bit of wind but Bob used that to our advantage. The swell was larger but not overwhelming to me. And that was me without dramamine.
We whipped into Chamela and we were HOT..until the anchor chain fouled. We had a fair bit of chain out so the boat held but there was Bob in the anchor locker doing whatever. Ever since he had to get into the locker I had made sure that there is a clear path to the locker everytime we sail. And today was the day we needed the clear path.
As of now we have just returned from another tasty meal in Chamela. On our way in the motor hit bottom (shallow) and there I was jumping out of the dinghy dog under one arm and pulling the boat straight so that Bob and the motor would not go ass over tea kettle..and they didnt.
Coming back to the boat, we again made a miracle launch.
Yes my friends I am waiting for the anvil to fall. Is that my Mennonite background that causes me to feel that life should be replete with dinghy disasters?
Off to watch the sunse with glass of wine in hand.
No comments:
Post a Comment