when I grow up, I want to be a cruiser

For those of you wondering what a cruiser is, it is not an old bike from the 80’s, or a lonely soul out looking for love in all the wrong places, for the purposes of this post, it refers to those of us who choose to live aboard a boat full-time, or almost full-time at least… Another blog I follow summed up some of the different types of cruisers you may run into if you were to sell your car, quit your job and pour all of your hard earned coin into a hole in the water, err, boat.

our own personal hole in the water! image courtesy of https://pignonsvoyageurs.wordpress.com/

our own personal hole in the water!
image courtesy of https://pignonsvoyageurs.wordpress.com/

I don’t know which of the many categories of cruiser I currently fit into, but it sure isn’t the one who goes where the wind blows, when it blows and spends all day lounging around thinking about what cocktail to make in time for sunset… sorry kids, the reality is far from it…


all fun in the sun, well it is for Alma!

all fun in the sun, well it is for Alma!

I mentioned in our last post, a whole month and change ago,  that Sabi had been hit by a sting-ray and as a result we did a quick dash out of our anchorage and motored the whole way to Puerto Escondido to get something resembling health-care.  And thats just what we found, something resembling healthcare…. After a few days in the anchorage, re provisioning and catching up on laundry, we headed out, to one of the nearby islands.  Thats when we noticed that Sabi’s war wound was starting to go backwards… It had been getting better, no swelling no infection, but over a couple of days, it was starting to get redder and after talking to a friend who is a nurse in the real world, we decided to up anchor and head straight to Loreto and the hospital, to get it looked at.  On the way there in the taxi, we were explaining to the cab driver what had happened “oh si, un manta raya” ,” ummm, no a sting ray” ,”eh?”  brief description of a sting ray given ” ahhh si, si, una manta raya”… it seems there is no distinction between the manta ray and the sting ray in Mexicolandia, doesn’t make the manta ray tacos anymore appealing though…

Once we arrived at the hospital, Alma and I waited outside, trying to find some shade and avoid the various sickness that bring people to hospitals, and Sabi explained what happened again (“ahhh si, una manta-raya) and that she was breastfeeding so needed an anti-biotic that wasn’t going to mess with Alma.   Eventually we got the script and after double checking with Sabi’s mum, who worked 20+ years as a pharmacy assistant, we decided it was ok to take  them and that we would stick around to make sure the infection got better before slowly working our way back south to La Paz.

checking the weather... an important part of the game

checking the weather… an important part of the game

The next day we pointed our bows north, and for the second time since my yard visit, we sailed!  Lighter airs this time, so it wasn’t the white knuckle ride we had before, but I managed to sail Sea Raven right up to the anchorage at Islas Coronados,  using just the headsail and mizzen, something I couldn’t have pulled off a few weeks before.

the boss checking my sail trim -  "it'll do..."

the boss checking my sail trim – “it’ll do…”

After a couple of nights in the anchorage, her toe still looked suspect… we guessed there may have still been a piece of stinger in there and after calling around on the vhf, figured it was best to head straight to La Paz, as there was no guarantee that the x-ray machine in Loreto would be working to check it out.

So once again the anchor was up, the engines on and away we went… rumbling by all the anchorages we had missed on the way up, with the plan of calling in on our way back down…. To add to the fun, one of the regular strong north winds was forecast to be right behind us, so if I stopped for the night, I would probably wake up to more wind than we wanted…. ok, brew some more coffee and hold on…

a beautiful start to a long night

a beautiful start to a long night

Around sunrise the next day the wind caught up to us, and it went from 5 kts motoring on glassy water all night to 8-9 kts surfing the waves with the headsail out and a little engine as kicker to stay ahead of the waves.   While we were out, the hee-haw fleet had arrived in La Paz, and as we headed towards the channel, running with the wind and waves, we saw a few of them heading out to the islands who had made the same mistake we did a year ago – thinking that a 15-20 kt wind forecast would mean good sailing conditions!  In San Fran and southern Cali, it would, but in the sea, well they were busy getting soaked while their boats bucked with the 4 sec interval chop as they figured it out.

a bit cooler round here

a bit cooler round here

So a mere 25 hours at the helm later, I turned off the engines, looked out at the magote anchorage, again, and got ready to head to shore and take my lovely co-pirate to be x-rayed and no doubt re-prescribed and hopefully on her way to being healed.


One response to “when I grow up, I want to be a cruiser

  1. What an adventure! We hope you guys find some better health care options down in La Paz. It’s so wonderful to see all the photos of your lovely little girl. We can’t wait to meet her someday! Miss you guys!
    – Katie and Mark

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