Tap tap tap. Is this thing on…. *feedback squeal*
We have an announcement to make, before your heart sinks, read to the end.
Did I ask earlier to spread the word? Yeah, please do that. Tell all your friends, even the land-locked ones!
What happens next with you guys?
We will be spending the hurricane season in the PNW between the Seattle area and Sandpoint, ID.
Are you going to stop cruising?
NO! We really like this stuff.
Are you getting a different boat?
Yes! We are looking at Catana catamarans.
Why get a different boat?
1. Caroline likes to go fast, a Catana has dagger boards that let the cat point better up wind. (Ryan is just typing this, he has no idea what she is talking about)
2. All of our stuff just fits in Waponi Woo. The Catanas we are looking at are a bit larger. We figure with our current set of ‘stuff’ we will fit better. We don’t think we need any more stuff.
3. We like to have friends on board when we travel. A little more space will allow that to happen. That darn Keely got bigger and no longer fit in the anchor locker so we had to send her back. We miss Keely sometimes! 😉
4. More time at anchor. We often found ourselves bellying up to a dock just to get off and spread out a little. A little more space will go a long way for us to just float.
Questions? Pepper us with them and we’ll answer them as best we can. We are a little emotional about this whole thing. We do love the ‘Woo!
Our generator died. Ryan started it up and it would cough and sputter in a sickly idle. The generator did not rev up. Two months in Panama sitting unused did our reliable Honda in. Since we are dependent on the generator to run our watermaker, getting it running or replacing it was going to be necessary and is not necessarily an easily accomplished task in Central America.
Some fellow cruisers we have been crossing paths with since La Paz had arrived in the marina shortly before we splashed back in the water and had mentioned their Honda had recently experienced a catastrophic pull-string failure so they purchased a new one. I decided to ask where they purchased the new one in the hope of not having to make Ryan try to board an airplane with a suitcase generator as a carry-on. They kindly gave me the information and offered to give us their old generator to either repair or use for parts.
Ryan was able to replace the carburetor in our generator with the gifted one and it works like new. This saved our bacon.
It was not the first time we have been overwhelmed by the kindness of other cruisers. In Zihuantanejo, the girls and I needed to replace a frayed alternator belt and simply lacked the necessary strength and arm length the loosen the bolt. A quick call for assistance on the VHF and three other boats in the anchorage were there within ten minutes to help us out. In El Salvador, our outboard died after getting some water in the fuel. A walk down the dock and people were offering parts and assistance. Whenever someone is in need, there is always someone willing to help.
We, cruisers, are traveling to remote parts of the world, usually in a foreign country, by boat. Oftentimes, we aren’t native speakers of the local language and procesess for legal formalities aren’t well-documented or are in state of continuous fluxutaion. It is important to help when we can and to openly share our knowledge and experience so others can learn from our success and failures. This openness and willingness to help each other regardless of age, flag, color or gender is one of the things I really love about the cruising community.
The past few weeks, getting Waponi Woo back in the water in a place I am increasingly disenchanted with have been difficult. This unanticipated act of kindness, the gift of a generator, served as a wonderful reminder there is a lot of good in the world.
“Remember, I’m pulling for you. We‘re all in this together.” – Red (The Red Green Show)
We replaced the old 15kg OEM spade anchor on Waponi Woo with a 65lbs Mantus anchor. The Mantus has a large hoop that, when stored under our trampoline/bowsprit would thump against the bowsprit threatening to break it.
We hired Sergio Galindo of La Paz Welding & Fabrication to extend the factory mount out a few inches, add some chain guards around it and a pin so we could secure the anchor in rough passages. Sergio does crazy good work. He is the artist that created our arch and our paddle-board holders.
I get asked on a few Facebook groups for pictures so I am writing this post up to show them.
A little over a year ago India, Rover and I decided to go to Central America and the Caribbean (Ryan was on a four-week stint away for work at the time. India, Rover and I were in La Paz) I told India we could go west to the South Pacific, New Zealand and Australia but we would have to find a new home for Rover; while it is possible to take a dog to the South Pacific and beyond, it can be prohibitively expensive and there are some lengthy quarantines involved. On the other hand, if we decided to head to Central America and the Caribbean we could keep Rover as those areas are much more welcoming to traveling pets. Much to Ryan’s dismay and Rover’s satisfaction, we chose to keep the dog and head east.
So far, we have entered Mexico, El Salvador, Costa Rica and Panama with Rover. To date, we have never been asked for his paperwork.
- Our entry into Mexico by boat was with the 2016 Baja Ha-ha. One of the advantages of signing up for this rally is getting to clear into Mexico in Cabo with a lot of other boats. We anchored out, turned in our paperwork ourselves and were never asked about the dog.
- A few days before we left San Diego, I took Rover to a vet and obtained a current Health Certificate and a year supply of flea and heartworm medication.
- While in La Paz, I took Rover to Franzoni vet clinic for his annual vaccinations and to top off the medication supply.
- In Tapachula, in preparation for exiting Mexico, Rover went to Veterinaria Animal’s where I obtained a current health certificate for entry into El Salvador and heartworm medication.
- We entered El Salvador at Bahia del Sol. The official who checked us into the country met us at the dock and saw the dog on the boat; we were not asked for any of Rover’s paperwork.
At this point I looked at noonsite for the pet requirements for Costa Rica and started asking around to see if anyone obtained a new health certificate while in El Salvador and notified the Costa Rican Department of Zoology for a permit prior to their arrival. The answer to both questions was a resounding, “No.” The advice I was given by those who had gone before me was, have a current vaccination record and be prepared to show officials the flea and heartworm treatment you are using. I decided to wing it.
- We cleared in at Playas del Coco. Once again, we were not asked about the dog.
- Rover was due for his annual vaccinations while in Costa Rica. We took him to Clinica Veterinaria Dra Jimenez in Playas del Coco.
- Our first stop was Vista Mar Marina where we rented a car and drove to Flamenco to clear in. We were not asked about the dog.
- A quick caveat, we cleared in with immigration at 4:00PM on a Friday and were being rushed out of the office. It was brought to our attention by another cruiser that immigration was supposed to direct us to agriculture (the desk next to the immigration officer) who would have asked us about pets, but that did not happen. We also checked that we entered Panama with a pet on our custom’s form but, were not asked for additional documentation. Other cruisers have been asked for a health certificate, vaccination records, and flea and worm treatments. Health certificates from the US up to six months old have passed muster.
The Panama Canal:
- The Admeasurer, our Advisor and our Advisor’s Trainee all did not care about the dog. The Advisor’s Trainee fed Rover a feast of Vienna sausages.
Over the next few months I will be doing my Caribbean research. A rabies titer test will be in his future as there are some islands which require it. If you decide to cruise with your pet, I recommend joining the Sailing and Cruising with Pets Facebook group.
“Wait, the sail will hold us?!”
Movies on the trampoline. Keely is in this one.
Lightning in the distance.
Lightning bugs above the water.
Bioluminescence in the water.
In a small bay off a small island in a bay in Costa Rica.
I was responding to a thread on Facebook about a kid and her parent’s cell-phone. One of the parents mentioned they copy-cat-ed the protocol for their kids.
Before our kid was old enough for a cell phone she had a walkie-talkie. Rules for the walkie-talkie were:
- Call in every hour.
- (No answer from parents? Come home.)
- Call in before you go inside someones house.
- (No answer from parents? Come home.)
There is no calling from their phone. It happens from the radio.
- (No answer from parents? Come home.)
- Call in before your change the plans you told us about.
- (No answer from parents? Come home.)
- If the parents call you from the radio and we don’t hear a reply we’ll wait .00001 seconds before getting into the truck to find you. If this happens then you and the bike go into the truck and come home.
The above now works with radio being replaced by the boat VHF and bike replaced with dinghy. (If I have to swim to find you I’ma gonna be pissed!)
We also have the cell phone protocol:
- The cell phone is for DAD’s convenience. Not yours.
- If the cell phone does not work for some reason then I’ll just cancel the service, why pay for something that does not work?
- The last 20% of the battery belongs to DAD, not you. 20% is the new zero. (India is REALLY fast at finding a charger/turning off apps at 21%)
- We get your passcode.. (period)
- We can, at any time ‘become you’ on your social media things.
- (note: I only do this when India is there, usually while we are waiting for something and she is not being social with us. I assume the role of her and talk to her friends in the goofiest ways. I end the very confused conversation with a selfie of her and I. The selfie tells everyone that her account was not hacked and that, at any time, it might be her dad you are talking to.
A few nights ago Keely exited to the boat to venture up to the ladies room. She left quickly, shutting the door behind her to keep the mosquitoes and no-see-ums at bay. Rover began barking in alarm. He was not pleased. I tried to reason with him. “Keely will be back soon to take you for your evening stroll,” I said soothingly. He wasn’t buying it.
I opened the door and stepped through the companionway and glanced around the cockpit. Under the cockpit table, staring up at me was a possum. It looked something like this:
Its beady little eyes peered straight into my soul as we both froze, unsure what to do next. Rover made his move. He flew past me as I lunged for the safety of the door. Under the table he went, his terrier instincts driving him to flush the animal out of hiding. The possum bolted onto the deck, off the boat, across the dock and into the water with Rover on his tail.
Rover spent a good twenty minutes covering every inch of the deck, looking under every cushion, sniffing around the bikes, patrolling the fore-deck and the surrounding dock to make sure Mr. Beady Eyes didn’t return or leave behind any friends.
He was a good dog. Yesterday he celebrated.
Today was winch maintenance day. India took pictures as I dismantled the winch. The next step was cleaning all the separate gears, springs and pawls followed by a fresh coat of grease and pawl oil.