29 October 2013 | Sag Harbor, NY
25 June 2013 | Sag Harbor, NY
18 June 2013 | Port Washington, NY
16 June 2013 | Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey
13 June 2013 | CapeMay
13 June 2013 | Chesapeake
08 June 2013 | Washington DC
15 May 2013 | North Carolina
15 May 2013 | North Carolina
15 May 2013 | North Carolina
15 May 2013 | Florida and S. Carolina
01 May 2013 | Marathon, Florida
01 May 2013 | Dry Tortuga, Florida
09 March 2013 | Isla Mujeres
09 March 2013 | Isla Mujeres
20 February 2013 | Isla Providencia
06 February 2013 | San Blas Panama
06 February 2013 | Portobelo, Panama
12 January 2013 | Green Turtle Cay, Panama

Final Entry

29 October 2013 | Sag Harbor, NY
Ann
I have tried to write this blog post many times. I wrote about our hectic summer, the anxieties of Kara starting school, and how our land life differs from our sea life (laundry and swimming have different importance). None of them conveyed re-entry to me. They were all about stuff and not about the huge change we are living.

Today it hit me. Why did I think re-entry would be easier than cutting the dock lines? Yes, we have more space and the daily things seem easier, but some things are much harder. The big picture isn’t as clear to me. This morning when I walked Kara to school we got to talking about safety in cyberspace. She told me that by law she isn’t allowed an email account. I said that I would trust her to talk with her friends, but I would worry about her talking with strangers. I asked if she could think of some adults she could email. Her first suggestions were Hugh and Anne on Serendipity and Howard and Lynn on Swift Current, our buddy boats, the safe adults. This is what makes re-entry hard. It is never the stuff that hangs me up, it is the people. I miss “my people” - to quote Howard. I miss the caring adults I can call on for anything, whether to see if they still have eggs, can help us unravel the prop from the fishing net (thanks again Serendipity) or a safe place to send Kara for an hour while I screw my head back on tight. I miss the cruisers out there who dinghy up to welcome us to an anchorage, or catch our lines at the dock. I miss the excitement of going to a new place, and the sense of accomplishment from learning a new bus system. I am jealous when I read about friends in far off places. Gato Go turns me a deep green with envy whenever I read their blog, and Bella Star keeps me wishing we had made the right (not left) turn with them. I would love to see the different side of the world where they are living.

That said I don’t miss carrying groceries back to the boat. I love telling Kara I bought Ice Cream. I don’t miss the anxiety of preparing for a passage. I love it when it rains and I have forgotten to close a window - mopping up a puddle on the floor is so much easier than drying our mattress after I forget the front hatch! I love watching Kara get ready for school in the morning, because for the most part she prefers the weeks to the weekends - she loves school that much. After three years of too few kids, she is relishing in too many. I love feeling the fall air - we chased summer for so long that the morning nip and dry air makes me smile.

Our re-entry is on-going. It might have been easier to re-enter in Seattle, where our pre-cruising friends live. But, coming to Sag Harbor has been great for us. We still work as the Taking Flight Crew, doing most everything together. Dave and I walk Kara to school, and pick her up together. We have the best conversations during those 20 minute walks. Dave and I get the list of irritating boys each day, and hear the praises given to Kara’s teacher. Kara is finding many friends, and Dave and I are starting to find new playmates. I know that we will find our Sag Harbor community soon, but I feel lucky to hold our buddy boats in my heart.

Home

25 June 2013 | Sag Harbor, NY
Ann
We are home! This is our new home, but my old home. There are a thousand cliches and sit-com theme songs running through my head. My only regret is that we didn’t sail into our new home port, but if we wanted to sail we would have had to wait five days.

As we motored past Greenport I kept thinking about my father, and how I’m now sailing in his playground. When we rounded Cedar Point Lighthouse I remembered my mother telling me how the lighthouse was for sale when she first got married. I’ve always wondered what my life would have been like growing up on that spit of land. Just to make sure I understood the symbolism of returning home, an osprey alighted from a nest in the new light. Welcome to your new nest.

A soon as we were secured to our mooring ball Kara asked to go to the library. She has been limited to what we can download for so long, that the thought of browsing was bliss. Kara and I were welcomed by Susann, the best children’s librarian. In ten minutes Kara had two books she couldn’t wait to devour. The library is the community hub for Sag Harbor.

While Kara and I hit the library, Dave reunited with his truck. He can’t wait to tinker in the toolshed. We have one more week on the boat, while the house is rented. So, as much as he is hankering to repair the dock, he is contenting himself getting Flight back in shape. The miles have worn hard on her, especially this year, so we can’t wait to give her the TLC she needs.

After 10,700 miles, two years ten months and 10 days plus nine countries Taking Flight has a new home. When I look at our route it seems that our path holds the United States and Central America in our cupped hands.

Up the River

18 June 2013 | Port Washington, NY
Ann
Yesterday we crossed into New York State, and in the best way. We sailed into New York Harbor and up the East River. This was as monuments as sailing under the Golden Gate bridge for me. I sat in the cockpit with my camera ready to click away at all the icons - Coney Island, the Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, Empire State Building, the UN, The Chrysler building and on and on. I also tried to document my own history - my grandparent's apartment, my grandfather's hospital, my mother's apartment and the hospital where I volunteered. I can feel the tendrils on my roots rejuvenating as I return home.

The day was not perfect. Our plan was to leave at 9:00 am and motor to the Verazzano narrows, but Dave wanted to make an earlier start and sail. Good thing, for our windlass chose this moment to die. The windlass hauls the anchor up, so poor Dave took on the job. This East Coast mud in pernicious, so he needed to hose the chain as it came up. He worked the dual job. A half hour later we were on our way. It seems that the boat is falling apart beneath us. If we weren't so close to the end, we would be finding a place to spend three to six months repairing all the things that are breaking down on the boat.

Underway at last we popped the chute and tried to rebuild our enthusiasm. It was short lived as the wind died and the current built against us. We crossed the shipping lanes to the East side of the entrance, while another sailboat (Indigo) crossed to the West side. They proceeded to clean our clock. They found back eddies to escape the two plus knot ebbing current. Our plan was to reach the bridge as the tide turned, but when we were going 3 knots, motoring at 1800 RPMs. Indigo was long gone. It turned out not to matter, for our three knots turned to 5 as we went under the bridge. The current shifted so quickly that by the time we were in the middle of the harbor we were enjoying the flood and an extra two knots.

Many people try to transit Hellsgate (a tight passage connecting the East River and Long Island Sound) at slack tide, but not us. We wanted the push up river, so reached Hellsgate with 3 knots with us. I just love it when we go over 10.

With our windlass out of commission, we are staying on mooring balls until we reach Sag Harbor, and our own mooring ball. This brought us to Port Washington. When I was in High School I spent a summer at Cornell and my roommate, Makiko, who lived in Port Washington. This is a very easy place for cruisers, with a supermarket across the street from the dinghy dock. We walked to a movie theater and Dave and I had Indian food. A great day.

Last Overnight Passage

16 June 2013 | Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey
Ann
We have just completed our last overnight passage of our adventure. I hope now that 8, 11, 2 and 5 will just become numbers to me, and not our watch schedule. We had a great sail up the New Jersey coast under spinnaker until nightfall. I was able to sail my first watch, but the wind died for Dave and the iron genny took over. I got the best sleep during a passage ever. I will also confess that for the first time since MIssion Bay in 2001 I fell asleep during my watch. The sun rises so early, and I get my deepest sleep just before dawn, anyway my last half hour was that deadly time for me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! We are done with those things!

Also - tomorrow June 17 we will be sailing up the East River. We should be going under the Verazanno Bridge at 11:30 am, then through New York Harbor around lunch and finally up the river.

C&D and the Delaware River

13 June 2013 | CapeMay
Ann
If I was haunted by my mother in the Chesapeake, it was my father whose memory whispered in my ear for this part of our journey. When I was in High School my sister Lucy sailed our boat (The Grapefruit) from Sag Harbor to Georgia. I was part of the crew for the first month. As it happened my sister had an interview for medial school (Johns Hopkins), so my Dad came down to take the boat across the Delaware and through the C&D (Chesapeake and Delaware) Canal. I was his crew. I've always said this is where I learned to respect Washington, because my trip across the Delaware was horrendous. We were going to weather with a favorable current. This meant that we sailed into a cruel chop that pounded the boat and us. When I went below to get lunch I was so seasick that I couldn't look at food, and made my father a sandwich while starting assiduously at the horizon. When we reached the Canal and found relief from the wind and waves, my father found another reason for my mal de mar. During the relentless pounding we had taken on some water, and the batteries were wet. The sea water and battery acid reacted to release chlorine gas, poisonous. I steered the boat as my father dumped the batteries over the side. When we finally reached the marina it was dark, and I stood on the bow to toss the line. I missed. It fell in the water three feet short of the helpful man on the dock. My father lost it, after his stressful day and yelled at me. I lost it, after my stressful day and ran down below, head first into the quarter berth. As a sailor, my reaction was far worse than my fathers. I have no idea how he got the boat secured, but he did. Then he came down below and apologized to me for yelling, that he knew it wasn't my intention to mis-throw the bow line. I can't remember if I ever apologized for abandoning the bow and risking the boat.

With this history I was a bit apprehensive to take my family through the canal and down the river. Of course it would be different. First, as much as I loved the Grapefruit, Flight is in a different league of boats. She is fast and has all the electronic tool my father would have loved, but never got to play with. We have an inboard engine, instead of an outboard (in fact our outboard for the dinghy is the same horsepower as the Grapefruit's engine). Instead of a tide table bought at the bait store's counter, we have programs that calculate the currents throughout our route. We have a chart plotter, that shows us exactly where we are in relation to the known shoals, while the Grapefruit had charts that where huge, and with little detail. We had weather reports from NOAA, with graphics to explain the upcoming forecast, while Dad had the VHF weather report. Dave and I were able to play with different scenarios for an hour, before determining that we would take the outgoing current through the C&D (a 6:00 am start), then anchor until 3:30 am the next day, when we would take the outgoing current down the Delaware. As long as we maintained 5 knots we would take advantage of some very advantageous currents, and if we went faster all the better. My poor father and I had no way to maintain 5 knots, in fact we didn't really know how fast we went over ground.

We anchored Flight the night before on the Bohemia River, but a squall system came through and it was a sleepless night. We had fair holding, but little protection from the winds, top that with the anxiety I felt about returning to these waters and I semi-slept at best. The next morning we sailed to the entrance with a 1 to 2 knot push. We reached the Canal, furled the sail and entered. The canal is wider than the part of the ICW we transited, and at 7:00 am it was empty. We passed the marina where I abandoned the bow, and I sent a belated apology to my father's spirit. We pulled out the sail, for the wind was behind us, and enjoyed an easy trip. Kara woke just before we set the hook around 9:30 am, 20 miles in just over three hours. The anchorage looked exposed, but was protected from the expected winds and had excellent holding. We spent the day on the hook, Dave and I resting up, Kara doing schoolwork and playing. Looking South we could see a nuclear power plant, and North a factory of some sort. With this backdrop at sunset Kara called me up on deck. The pink haze and purple clouds were stunning, and I was glad to spend time enjoying them with her.

3:30 am came very quickly. Anticipation kept me up, and a restless Kara kept Dave awake. As we raised the anchor a sailboat exited the C&D canal, so we watched their lights speeding downriver. By 4:00 am we were on our route and had the sails out. We were going 7 to 8 knots, and were proud of ourselves for finding the helpful current. At sunrise we put up the chute, but the added speed of the current meant that we moved our apparent wind forward more quickly and the big sail couldn't handle it. We had slowed down to 6 knots. After dropping the chute and unfurling the genoa we were still at 6. A check of the current, and it should have been over a knot push. The sailboat ahead was stretching away from us, straight down the middle of the shipping channel. That was when we thought of back eddies, we were out of the current. a quick correction to the shipping channels and our speed climbed. 8 knots, sweet. 9 knots this is great, but I don't want to be greedy, this is enough. 10 knots! We were sailing over 10 knots and sustaining it (well for about 20 minutes). We maxed at 10.4, of course when I checked the currents I saw that we were getting a 3.2 knot push down river.

Dave and I have a problem with quick starts. The GPS gives us an ETA that we can never reach. For our 54 mile trip we saw ETA's at 10:00 am when we were going super-fast. We knew it was unreal, but it is hard to see that time creep later and later. We were able to carry the current down the river to Delaware Bay, and then we faced the adverse current. All the water we rode out on the ebb, was rushing back in the flood. We were in more open water, so we saw currents in the 1 to 1 and half range, not the threes up river. We kept our speeds up with the spinnaker, until finally the wind died. Its a good thing the euphoria of 10 knots lasts, because rounding Cape May was slow going. Kara and I sat on the bow admiring the lighthouse and looking for dolphins.

Now we sit at a marina in Cape May. Yes, another marina, but there is a nasty weather system coming through with 40 to 45 knot winds. After Washington DC and searching for a dock as we were dragging, Dave and I are more cautious. Our marina is away from the city, but hope to explore it tomorrow by dinghy and foot.

We are one state away from our new home. Next week we should sail up the East River. I invite all my New York friends to watch us take Flight home.

Chesapeake and Annapolis

13 June 2013 | Chesapeake
Ann
We are sailing in a sailors playground. The Chesapeake is known for bringing delight to everyone who moves by sail. The water is protected, so no sickening swell. The winds are frequent, and sometimes quite challenging. We have sailed in similar water in the Sea of Cortez, San Francisco Bay, the San Blas archipelago and might I add Puget Sound. What makes this different are two things, first the depths, or lack thereof and second the shear number of other boats. We are still a bit queazy going full speed in tenfeet of water, but since that ten feet holds steady for miles it seems silly to be tentative. When you visit a playground you should expect to find others playing. Annapolis, the heart of the Chesapeake is known as the “Sailing Capital of America.” They have the boats, lofts and races to prove it. There are plenty of fishing boats, cigarette boats, trawlers and jet-skis, but I think the masts out number them. Only San Francisco and Seattle had this variety of boats. The big, old, small and new all mixed together and are being used.

My mother has been a constant companion to me this trip up the bay. My mother loved Osprey and their nests. She found the large, ungainly lump of sticks that the osprey call home to be endearing. The osprey have found that most buoys, especially the day markers make perfect bases for their nest. Every green and red marker had a pair, most with chicks. One man told me he saw a nest with a toddler’s lacrosse stick (called a fiddle stick) used to decorate the Coast Guard provided condo. The osprey and the eagles glide across the bay, with their large wingspan, often trying to steal each others fish. My mother would have loved the displays.

Annapolis was a special treat. When I was pregnant my mother and I came to Annapolis to look at boats. It was part of Dave and my great plan; to grow a crew member, buy a bigger boat and go cruising again. My mother was a somewhat reluctant partner - she wasn’t crazy about her grandchild cruising, whether because of the dangers or just because she didn’t want to miss watching one of this precious generation growing up. During our junket we had an accomplice, Scott Morrison a college friend of my sister Lucy and a boat broker. Mom and I really enjoyed Scott’s company, and I took much of his advice to heart.

This trip was so different than that time nine years ago, for instead of seeing as many boats as possible, we explored this city. Having lived on the West Coast for thirty years, returning to the East Coast has shifted my historic perspective. Annapolis played an important part in colonial and federalist history, as the first Capital of the New Country, the site where Washington resigned as commander of the revolutionary force. It is here that Kunta Kinte was delivered to the slave market, and so where Alex Huxley’s roots began. Maryland was occupied by Union forces during the Civil War, since they were a slave holding state, but also North of Washington DC. Oh, and then there is the Naval Academy, with its collegiate and military traditions. We took an historic tour with MIstress Ruth, who dressed in colonial garb walked us through the academy and the historic district.

Mistress Ruth told us the origin of some of our favorite phrases. “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead,” came during the Civil War, when Captain Flag was trying to pick his way through Mobile Bay Georgia that had been mined with torpedoes. When he realized that he could not see the explosives, and therefore had no way to logically avoid them, he just went forward. As a side note, he survived. Dave and I have been tempted to “damn the crab pots”, but since we can actually see them, have opted to be more cautious. John Paul Jones shouted “I have not begun to fight” as he took his sinking boat up to the British warship for hand to hand combat. Jones won the battle, and the British ship, a good thing since his sunk before reaching safe port, and needed the warship to finish the voyage. And then Mistress Ruth told me the answer to one of my mother’s puzzles. When Kara was a baby she loved a series of books written by Mary Ann Hoberman (a college friend of my mother’s), who takes familiar songs and turns them into stories. My mother began to ponder Yankee Doodle, and why the feather is called macaroni. Well, Mom according to Mistress Ruth in pre-revolutionary times macaroni was a new, novel treat, a meal used to impress your neighbors. So when Washington stuck a feather in his cap, in the slang of the day he called it the bomb or phat or groovy.

While Mistress Ruth showed us the past of Annapolis. Scott showed us the present, the sailing side. First we met a the sailing hangout, the Boatyard, with good beer and and good food. Then he drove me and Kara around to do our shopping. We finally got to Trader Joe’s, and what a relief that was. Kara thought we bought enough food for a month, but already some favorites are almost gone (the sesame and honey covered cashews were quick to go). Finally Scott told us where to go for the finish of the Wednesday Night Races - the bow of Flight in the mooring field. This weekly race ends at the yacht club, so the finish takes the boats down the river, and to get cleaner air, many of the racers opt to weave through the parked boats. It was fantastic to watch these skilled sailors as they stretched to the line. I just wish it had been a downwind finish, because I would have loved to have seen all the spinnakers painting the mooring field.
Vessel Name: Taking Flight
Vessel Make/Model: Nordic Yachts 40
Hailing Port: Seattle, Washington
Crew: David Rhoades, Ann Sutphen and Kara Rhoades
About: We are a family of three cruising in our Nordic 40 down the west coast of the United States into Mexico and Central America.
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sailing from Norfolk to Washington DC
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Our time on the water-highway
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Another fort and another pretty town
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Castillo de San Marcos and the rest of the city
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Just a few shots
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Our time with Ed and Daisy, plus Lily and Caitlyn. Thanks!
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Our wonderful time at Fort Jefferson. You will see that we didn't have settled weather, but the anchorage was fine.
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Back in USM (United States of Mexico), baby!
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Our week on the island.
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Lisa is a master mola maker, and historian. She gives tours of the Sidra river, which includes a visit to her parents graves.
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The devil river lived up to its name, well I did blow my flip flop on the way out. Anne and Hugh tested the depth the entire way. Kara and Freddie had a science lesson on tadpole to frog metamorphesis.
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I took so few pictures in this amazing place. Brandt and Anne added to my gallery. I must have taken lots of memory pictures, because these islands keep appearing in my head.
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Anne on Serendipty took most of the boat pictures. Shae had the same theme idea.
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This goes with my Doors of Morelia and the Mushrooms of Costa Rica.
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Our haven of refuge. We had planned to anchor, but found the anchorage unanchorable. The marina turned out to be a nice treat. Yogi is the manager and he understands cruisers, being one himself. There is nothing here, but a veggie truck comes twice a week, so all was well.
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There are four forts surrounding Portobelo, why so many? In the 18th century all the gold found on the Pacific side of Central America was taken overland at Panama and kept at the custom house in Portobelo before ships took it back to Spain. Needless to say the pirates and privateers liked to visit and burn the place. After the four forts were constructed the raids stopped.
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I have our pictures of preping for the Canal, and our two day transit.
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The sad, lone picture that came out on Christmas day. Kara and I got tatoos when we visted the Embreduera village - we sweated them off the next day.
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See the blog for the info abou this incredible village.
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This was across from Mogo Mogo. where apprently Survior had a challenge.
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Domingo and his daughter and grandaughter.
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Great Snorkeling and a tropic beaches. Plus a hole in the rock.
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Welcome to the Perlas. We met a the managers of Northwest Fishing a Canadian firm who have created a fishing lodge. We had a great time hanging out with them.
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Naranja was a rolly, ;umpy anchorage. There were two things we liked about the anchorage. First, dolphins greeted us, including a juevenile who jumped out of the water and did flips. The other were these two turtles who hung around for an hour.
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We visited Jimenez and took a tour up the estuary.
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I have the mushrooms, so I should make an album for the flowers - a bit more normal than my usual
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There is a hugh resort on the bay, but at $20 per person/day we swam ashore and mingled. They sponsored a triathalon on Sunday morning. We had the best seats for the swimming.
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This is the second most visited parks in Costa Rica. It is the home to monkeys, sloths, iguanas, lizards, racoons, gorgeous plants and a few mushrooms. We hired a guide, Leo Godines (leosnaturetours@live.com) who made the jungle come alive. He whistles bird calls, and brings forth responces. After our tour we walked around another three hours.
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Remember when I photographed the Doors of Morelia, well here is my latest facination. The colors range from ghostly white, bilious orange, purple, chartreuse and finally to black. I would love to know the identities of any of them. We are told that 5% of Costa Rican mushrooms are edible, I hope I didn't miss one I could have eaten.
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San Lucus was a maximum security prison, and has reopened as a national park. The jungle is trying to take back the land, and in many ways is succeeding. Most of the prison huts are gone, and bats have free reign over the remaining cells. This is Costa Rica, so the wildflowers are exotic, and would cost $6 a stem in the States.
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Pirates, mermaids, witches and pumpkins.
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The swanky resort we spent one day.
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No this is not Ireland.
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34" Dorado!!!
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The secluded anchorage of Santa Elena, plus our hike to the waterfalls and snorkeling fun.
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The Puesta del Sol marina and hotel. It was very swank.
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Yes, this was the easier way. It still looks hard.
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Bill got great pictures of us crossing the bar. I really wish our crossings could not make the Rally cover pages. I wanted calm, and easy.
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Thanks to Anne we have these glorious sunrise photos
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Our wonderful hosts in San Salvador, thank you again!
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Before our return to El Salvador we went to Lake Atalan, a crater lake, with steep mountain walls. The best part by far was the Nature reserve, where we saw a Spider monkey in the jungle. The hotel was poor, but had a gorgeous garden.
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We took one week of immersion Spanish in Xela. All of us got sick, so our excusions were limited. We did go to Salcaja and ride horses for a morning. Salcaja boasts the oldest church in Central America.
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While we were away, Flight broke free of her mooring (see While we were away). This was so lucky, for she didn't hit anything, and grounded in soft mud. Four days later the bay was hit with a microburst, and 70 knot winds. This time Flight held, if she had been on the other mooring, she would have gone out with the wind and current. Everyone else was so busy saving their own boats, that no one could have saved our.
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The artwork in Guatemala is remarkable. We saw similar work in Mexico and El Salvador, but not in the same volume. I spoke with different weavers (most use back-strap-looms) and table runners take about a month to make, while their shirts take two months or more. I went to a fabric store, where they have wider cloth. Yes they were made in a factory, but using wood looms, the threads still set and run by hand.
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The first Colonial capital of Central America, it was abandonned after repeated earthquakes. The Spanish took all they could to their new captial, but stone facades and pillars are hard to move. On our tour Kara befriended Corey from Ballard.
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Up the estuary in Bahia del Sol
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We have visited two schools. One is to teach local families English, and cruisers Spanish. It is run by Jan, who is "retired" here. Kara loves it and wants to go twice a week. The other school was celebrating a Festival de Fruta. An English speaking festival, where we were the surprise guests. We all loved the games, especially the balloon toss - I was the only catcher.
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Our buddyboats crossing the bar. Note Serendipity's jerry jugs hanging on the side of their boat. Hotspur had the biggest waves. The red jetski was our pilot "boat". Inside we were in the tropical paradise promised. Do we really have to cross the bar to leave?
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I included ALL the bar crossing photos to give perspective. Our long surf were the last eleven pictures.
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This beautiful and fasinating archeological site. Edgar, our guide, was incredibly thurough and I wish I could remember a tenth of what he told us. The T shaped windows are for the wind gods. The red tomb was for a Queen. They built a pyramid over her house. Pakel's tomb was found 10 meters under the pyramid build for him - the largest tomb. The tree is the Tree of Life and gave reference to many of the Mayan beliefs, including their compas where North points skyward, South to the ground, East to sunrise and West to sunset. I can't wait to learn more.
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There wasn't much to capture in Palenque. The parrot is known for biting Anne.
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The casading waterfalls at Misol-ah. You can walk behind them, and then into a cave for an underground fall.
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The moutain city in Chiapas. Hosts a jade and Amber museums, and intricate weaving.
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The waterfalls between San Cristobo and Palenque. Kara and Carolyn swam in the clear blue, but chilly water
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Kara and Carolyn playing on flight. Gabriel the resurauntour who helped us stay out of the marina. finally Kara crossing the Tehuantepec
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Great fun
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Here they are in their glory!
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I loved the doors in Morelia. I liked their own beauty, and knowing that they covered the hidden courtyards.
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The town around Patzchuaro are known for different crafts. One village is near the lake and has clay, so they are potters. Just down the road the people are known for their carvings. Finally, another town collects the grasses from the low land and weave backets.
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Our inland trip to Morelia with Anne and Hugh (Serendipity) and Lynn and Howard (Swift Current). We used the Casa Rosa as a homebase, and made multiple day trips
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Kara and Ruby hanging around - or out earning money with their nail salon.
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Mazatlan in early December. We caught up with Panta Rhei and enjoyed the pool at El Cis. Kara was reunited with her friend Savannah.
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Pictures of the birds, and flying the shoots to La Cruz
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Created 11 January 2012
We decorated for Christmas the Sunday after Thanksgiving, when Dave was feeling better. Then Kara decided that long hair needs too much brushing, so agreed to try short hair. She loves to bruch her hair now, and she looks much more mature. All is good.
8 Photos
Created 6 December 2011
Little Bean took us to meet Pechocho, a dolphin that has grown up in the Mangroes of Topolobampo. There was a storm, and Pechocho's mother took to the mangroes for safety, but then she died. Pechocho stays in the shallow mangroes, and socializes with the pangas. He is wild, but solitary - very undolphin like.
16 Photos
Created 6 December 2011
The town of Topo, and our visit with Pechocho
22 Photos
Created 6 December 2011
We spent Thanksgiving off the beach in Bahia Santa Barbara. We spent the afternoon playing ball and collecting shells on the beach. During the day there would be 20 shrimp boat, and at night we would be all alone.
8 Photos
Created 6 December 2011
Kara was the cowgirl, and I was a pumpkin. Kara then became a cow-pirate.
6 Photos
Created 6 November 2011
trips to Guaymas, the two princeses (Marissa and Kara), jumbo cheetos and more fun
7 Photos
Created 6 November 2011
Life on the hard was much easier with the condo and our friends from Swift Current, Panta Rhei, Serendipity et al
8 Photos
Created 6 November 2011
Our time with Jeanine and Steve, and their dog Millie!
20 Photos
Created 29 September 2011
2 Photos
Created 29 September 2011
16 Photos
Created 29 September 2011
Our first stop on our tour in the Southwest. Includes our trips to the Grand Canyon Caverns, Oatman and the county fair
10 Photos
Created 29 September 2011
We spent two months in Seattle and Sag Harbor
14 Photos
Created 29 September 2011
Lynn, Howard and Mike joined us touring Guymas, sies presidentes
3 Photos
Created 23 June 2011
Shells, dolfins
3 Photos
Created 23 June 2011
The sorst fish we caught, bonfire for s'mores, Kara at the cruisers shrine
3 Photos
Created 23 June 2011
Bosun swinging, whale shark and best buddies
6 Photos
Created 23 June 2011
Kara's birthday, including the cruiser's potluck.
6 Photos
Created 26 May 2011
Las Gatos with a whole group of cruisers, and then Chico all to Taking Flight.
5 Photos
Created 26 May 2011
San Gabriel started with Kara in her "jelly" suit, and our hike across the island.
6 Photos
Created 26 May 2011
A mangro tour with Panta Rhea
7 Photos
Created 26 May 2011
Kara enjoyed the beach, while Dave and Ann hiked the ridge.
10 Photos
Created 26 May 2011
Phoebe and Drake from Blue Sky, and Savannah from Endorfuin joined Kara decorating eggs.
5 Photos
Created 26 May 2011
Kara during the Tsunami, Kara and Pari scootering
4 Photos | 1 Sub-Album
Created 27 April 2011
4 Photos
Created 27 April 2011
Kara on the Panga and riding her horse
4 Photos | 1 Sub-Album
Created 27 April 2011
La Paz with Blue Sky and Endorfin.
14 Photos
Created 20 December 2010

Taking Flight Adventures

Who: David Rhoades, Ann Sutphen and Kara Rhoades
Port: Seattle, Washington