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VHF Stands for Verbose Hiker Frequency

31 October 2007
We are anchored in Island Carmen right now and here is the first really funny blog of this new season (as my dad calls it) of Adventure. Just yesterday, Tara and I were nearly done with school. We just had a two-hour break of swinging of the halyard, snorkeling, and contest of the biggest splash for a cannonball or smallest splash for a dive. We dried off and Tara and I started our math. After we were done, my dad said to Tara, "Wanna go on a hike with me?" "Fine," Tara said. They got water and the portable VHF. My mom and I dropped them off at the shore in the dingy. "Have fun," she said.

My mom and I drove back to the boat and we got a game of chess going. I have this almost-new magnetic chess and checker board that my dad got me last Christmas. I made the first move because I was white, and you know - white always goes first, at least that's what the directions said. I moved my pawn (I call them the little villagers) two spaces forward. My mom moved her little villager two spaces too.

After a while of moving pieces and capturing pony's, we heard someone talking on the VHF radio on channel 16, the hailing channel. It sounded like someone swallowed the mike (the thing you talk into) and they were talking without knowing it was on. We couldn't help but laugh a little. We moved more of our villagers and bishops (I call these the "food tester guys" because they stand by the king and queen). About five minuets later the radio conversation was still going and it was getting a little annoying. We decided to listen to the conversation.

We couldn't really understand it all, but could only get little words like "but", "has" and "that". Finally my mom caught on that the people who had been talking on the radio for five minutes with out knowing it were my dad and sister! "Ahh!" My mom screamed, "That's Tara and dad. I've got to get their attention." Now I know your wondering why it would matter so much, I mean its just five minutes. But that was preventing everybody in range from using the primary hailing channel. And we were pretty close to the very large mooring field in Puerto Escondido.

She first tried to hail them on the VHF, but since they were on the channel, they couldn't hear her. She then ran to the closet door, pulled it open, and yanked out the orange box that read "SAFETY" in big black sharpie letters. "What is she going to do?" I thought. "No, she wouldn't be getting a flare would she?" "Has she gone mad? No, good, ok." She ran outside after rummaging through the box for a minute with a small air horn. "Cool, she's going to blow the horn," I thought.

I followed her outside "No, stay inside in case they hail us on the radio." I went back down thinking, "she's going to cause a rock slide if she blows that thing. Oh well." I closed my ears, waiting for the loud sound. She pressed the button to blow the horn and a barely audible sound came out. "Dang it," she said. "I need the pump to put air into it." While she looked in the safety bin for the pump, I hailed my sister again to see if she could hear me. The radio must have shifted in the backpack so the button wasn't pressed. Tara answered. I told her about the radio transmissions that had been going out for the past 5 minutes. Meanwhile my mom found the pump handle, won the chess game, and we picked dad and Tara up on the shore after their hike was done
Vessel Name: Adventure
Vessel Make/Model: Catalina 42
Hailing Port: Marina Bay, Richmond CA
Crew: The O'Neil Family
About: Sean (Captain and Line Man) Kathy (Helmswoman and Cook) Tara - 12 years old at trip start, Casey - 11 years old at trip start (Crew and Students)
Extra: We're on a three-year sabbatical from the daily grind to see the Pacific coast of the US, Mexico, Central America and the South Pacific and stopping at New Zealand.

S/V Adventure

Who: The O'Neil Family
Port: Marina Bay, Richmond CA