S/V Adventure

Follow the O'Neil family, sailing in their Catalina 42, on their 2-year sabbatical to see the Pacific coast of the US, Mexico, and Central America, Galapagos, the South Pacific, and New Zealand.

08 June 2012 | Home
05 June 2012 | 100 miles to the Farallons!
02 June 2012 | 475 miles off the coast
31 May 2012 | 579 miles to go
30 May 2012 | 694 miles to go
30 May 2012 | 800 miles to go
29 May 2012 | 915 miles off California
28 May 2012 | Past halfway between Hawaii and SF
27 May 2012 | Past halfway between Hawaii and SF
26 May 2012 | Halfway between Hawaii and SF
24 May 2012 | Middle of the Pacific Ocean
23 May 2012 | Middle of the Pacific Ocean
22 May 2012 | Middle of the Pacific Ocean
21 May 2012 | Middle of the Pacific Ocean
20 May 2012 | Pacific Gyre
16 May 2012 | Pacific Gyre
16 May 2012 | Pacific
18 September 2011 | Home
07 September 2011 | Crossing the southern tip of the big island
05 September 2011 | Pacific

Sand Wars: Cracking the Whip

18 November 2007
We had just our Thanksgiving lunch at the English-speaking church in La Paz. There was ham, turkey, stuffing, yams, some cheese and broccoli rice stuff, rolls, mashed potatoes, and for dessert there was, pumpkin pie, coffee cake, apple pie, lemon pie, some coconut pecan dish, lots of whip cream and cool whip, and more pumpkin pie! We ate, helped clean up, and then went straight to El Magote beach - bringing with us, Laura from La Bella Rora, 3 guys from the church, and Chrissie also from the church. We dropped everyone in our dingy off at El Magote and quickly drove back to Adventure to get my swimsuit. Tara didn't come and get hers, thinking she was going to stay nice and dry. When I got back to the beach, I was quickly invited to play sand wars, well that's at least what the boys called it. I thought back to a camping trip with all my cousins, who just happen to be boys. And I remembered them playing sand wars on the beach. Now, my cousins' version of sand wars was building an inch thick, two inch tall sand wall and making little catapults with rocks and spoons and other litter from the beach and catapulting the rocks at the wall. I quickly snapped back to the present time, said I would play, and started to walk the beach looking for a spoon. If I was the first person with a spoon, I would surly win these so called sand wars. Not being able to find a spoon, I started to make my fort. I bent down and grabbed some sand. Well, obviously some one took that the wrong way and threw a sand ball at me. I went back to the circle of kids in the middle of the beach they were choosing teams. I guess they had decided that it was boys against girls, except for Adrian - who was on the girls team because we were out numbered. The game started with the boys throwing sand at the girls, and the girls throwing sand at the boys. "Oh," I thought as I dogged some sand balls, "this is sand wars." (It turns out that it's not a game of demolishing forts, but a game of throwing sand at the opposite team.) I picked up a sand ball, threw it, and just started to hit all the boys (except for Adrian, who was our secrete weapon. The boys who missed the directions thought he was on their team.) I started walking over to where all the action had moved and a small boy was walking back crying. I thought "who is this?" I knew every one there, except for this one kid. "That big, fat meanie hit me with a sand ball!!" he whined. "Well, aren't you playing?" I asked. "YES! But he hit me with a SAND BALL!!!" "That's the object of the game," I said. He turned around to where a small French boy stood who spoke no English at all. He said, "GIVE ME THAT!!!" and snatched a small piece of rope about the length of his arm away from the small French boy who was happily playing with it. The kid ran back towards the fight with the rope in his hand and he tried to whip the older kid that had hit him with the sand ball. I saw Saylor disarm him of the rope and throw it in the bushes when the kid wasn't looking. I got another sand ball right in the face. It got partially in my eye and the rest I got full in the mouth. I got a few sand balls rubbed in my hair and one right on the neck. I was ganged up on by four boys chasing me around with sand balls, but Tara was the one in real trouble. Let's just say she picked the wrong day to not wear her swimsuit, get wet, and wear a WHITE shirt - if you know what I mean. At six O' clock we packed up and, with the light of the Malicon lighting our way, we dinghyed our guests home and then went back to the boat and took showers. It took me two solar shower bags to get all the sand out of my hair
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