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We had been away from La Cruz for a few weeks, and there had been some new kid boat arrivals while we were gone.  When we left there were mostly younger kids, younger than Brenden, not that he cares, he has such a playful spirit.  But now there was a whole new crowd of young teens, and so now Alex and Kyle had a group to fit in better with.  In fact, during this last stay in La Cruz it seemed like Alex and Kyle started connecting a little bit more as peers while prior it was always Kyle and Brenden, since Brenden is, after all, Kyle’s mini-me. 

The La Cruz marina even hosted some beach camp outs for the kids.  It was put on by Katrina, the marina PR lady, and Mike from PV sailing/North sails (on channel 6-8).  They had one while we were gone and they tried to make it 12 and up, which I personally have no problem with, but of course wherever you draw the cutoff line some kid will be left out, and I heard there was some tears and some complaining, so they ended up letting all the younger kids go too.  Well, they were going to do another one, so rather than stay at Paradise Village we bashed across the bay into a headwind to get back to La Cruz in time for the campout.  Like I said, I had no problem with an age cutoff, because I understand first that it’s unfair to expect Katrina and Mike to be babysitters, and second, I think it’s fun for the older kids to have a getaway without all the younger kids around.  And more specifically, I thought it would be fun for Kyle and Alex to go hang out without their little brothers along.  I certainly wouldn’t want to force age segregation all the time, but no harm in just this once.  So, I formed a plan to keep Brenden and Joel happy too.  We decided to have a sleepover on Exodus, and once we had Fluenta and Kenta Anae on board with the plan they didn’t care one bit about the campout they’d be missing. 

Tim dropped Kyle and Alex off at the dock and then picked up the Fluenta and Kenta Anae kids and as they were pulling up to Exodus in the dinghy, I saw the folly in the plan I had formed.  Tim and I were going to spend the evening on a boat with 6 kids, 11 and younger.  And let me just say that Brenden fits in quite nicely with this group, so saying they are an active bunch pretty much sums it up.  They played with building toys that Shandro and Matero brought (they built swords, what else?!), fished off the bow of Exodus, ate hot dogs, and generally had a great time, especially if fun can be gaged by the volume of the activity.  Tim and I survived, and while I don’t know all the details, Alex and Kyle had a great time at their campout too.

Our last couple nights in La Cruz the entire kid gang had sleepovers at the end of dock 11.  The first night I didn’t let Alex and Brenden go (boo, Mom, boo!) because we were out in the anchorage, and if they got kicked off the dock by marina security we wouldn’t be there.  However, since we stayed in the marina our last night, I pretty much let them loose the entire day and night.

The time we spent in La Cruz with all the kids was the closest the boys have ever come to answering the question, “Would you rather go home or stay cruising?” with, “stay cruising.”

It’s almost time for us to leave Mexico, and I can’t believe how fast the year has flown by.  Since we made the decision to slow down and stay in the Sea of Cortez for the summer, travel has been at such a nice pace.  We’ve taken the time to enjoy the towns and anchorages we’ve been in, sometimes two or three times.  I am starting to get a little sad that we will be leaving soon, so I’m also starting to chalk up a list of regrets.  It’s a short list, but it’s a list all the same.  When we decided we would give up on Central America and jump the Pacific from Mexico, I could deal with that because I thought, well, at least we will really get to see mainland Mexico.  Turns out time still got away from us, and we even cut our touring of the mainland short.  I thought perhaps once we got out of Banderas Bay, we would just keep heading South to Zihuantanejo and jump the Pacific from there.  But when I was doing the math in my head, I realized that by the time we got there we would only have about a week, and most of that would be consumed with provisioning and final preps to leave.  Not a lot of time left for exploring a new place.  So, we regretfully made the decision we should head back to Banderas Bay, because if we are going to be doing frantic provisioning, I’d rather be doing it somewhere that I’ve already got the lay of the land.  We ended up going no further south than Tenacatita, so we didn’t even make it to Barra de Navidad, which is another cruiser favorite.  However, we thoroughly enjoyed our time at Chamela and Tenacatita and the anchorages in between, and our last cruising stint in Mexico was as it always had been, relaxed and never rushed. 

So, this is my short list of regrets: 1) No Barra 2) No Zihuat.

Although these are regrets, they do not cut very deep.  The nature of our journey will change a lot going forward, both in the type of sailing we will be doing (much more offshore than coastal) and in destinations we will visit.  It’s hard to dwell too long on regrets when you have all of that ahead of you.

There is this strange phenomenon among long time cruisers in Mexico.  I don’t mean to generalize, because of course I didn’t get this from everyone, but many, many times when the conversation turns to future plans and I mention that we are going to the South Pacific, it’s like they immediately go on the defensive.  Like just because you say you are leaving Mexico you must be wondering how come they are not, and maybe even be judging them for it.  Sometimes I hear that was once their plan but they like Mexico so much they stayed.  I get that.  I respect that.  I love Mexico, and I think it is amazing cruising, and I could stay here forever and be quite happy.  Sometimes they say, “I have friends who have cruised the world and they say Mexico is the best cruising, so why leave?”  OK, this I don’t get at all.  Everybody has different perspectives and different priorities and different things they like, so why is that even relevant?  Stay in Mexico if you want to, I totally get that, but don’t tell me other people say Mexico is the best, because the way I see it, even if we spend 2 years in the South Pacific and go to places like French Polynesia and Tonga, and I look back and I think, “you know what, Mexico was my favorite,” I would NEVER regret going.  I would want to be able to say that for myself, I guess.  I must admit, though, that I do hope Tim and I end up retired in Mexico playing Bocce Ball and Mexican Train.  It’s a good life.

When we arrived back in La Cruz about mid-day, we pulled up alongside Lady Carolina, and it felt like home.  They welcomed us back with drinks, snacks, and a fun afternoon just hanging out on Lady Carolina. I mean seriously, we felt really special the way they dropped what they were doing, and Carolina made a bunch of yummy appetizers and Steve, well, he poured the rum.  After a few hours we headed to town for an early dinner at Los Twins, and let’s just say the evening turned into another one of those nights where we need a conch, and all you have is a ketchup bottle.

Brenden got sick almost right after we dropped anchor at Tenacatita.  He had a low fever and a rash on his body that just kept getting worse.  He was really disappointed, because Fluenta had joined us so, “being sick was seriously impacting his play time.”  I asked about doctors in the area on the daily VHF net and got back a few options.  We decided to cross the bay over to the town of La Manzanilla, where there is a pharmacy that has a doctor on site.  The doctor was very pleasant, but she had no idea what was wrong, and when she took his temperature, it was under his armpit, and she concluded he didn’t have a fever (although I knew already for a fact that he did).  She gave us amoxicillin, Benadryl, and some topical medication that you were supposed to dissolve in water.  Seems like she was just covering all the bases.  I didn’t start him on the amoxicillin right away because I wasn’t convinced it was bacterial.  So, we were baseically back to square one, and we had no idea what was wrong with him.  Then Brenden piped up and said, “maybe it can be the different soap.”  Excuse me, what?  What different soap?  Brenden filled us in on how he’s been using the soap in the “blue bottle” since he’s been showering in our shower. 

OK, mystery solved.  Brenden had been washing himself with Head and Shoulders.  And when he started getting a rash, we had him shower more frequently and since he kept washing with Head and Shoulders the rash kept getting worse.  Once diagnosed, the rash cleared up quickly, and he was back to getting to enjoy his playtime with Fluenta. On the upside, I’m not sure we would have gone to La Manzanilla if we didn’t need to go to the doctor, and it was a very nice little town.  It had its share of beachside palapas, and we had some very nice, very reasonable priced fish tacos at Pedro’s (a good recommendation from another cruiser).  It seems a favorite pastime of both locals and tourists is flying kites, so there were lots of good kite flying sites as we walked down the beach.  There is also a crocodile sanctuary, and the boys went and checked it out, but it was pretty sad and nothing like seeing the crocodiles in the wild when we did the jungle tour near San Blas.

February 2014

When we drop anchor our standard procedure (after lots of iterating) is for me to be at the helm and for Tim to be on the anchor.  When Tim drops the anchor, I drop a waypoint on the chart plotter to more or less mark right where the anchor drops.  It’s not exactly straightforward because our GPS unit isn’t right on the bow roller, it’s back by the helm, so depending on how deep the water is and how fast I’m backing down I hit the button about where I think the anchor will hit the ground.  Then we plug that location into our anchor alarm, so we have a more reliable way of detecting whether we are dragging with very few false alarms.  Of course, we haven’t dragged since we got our new anchor way back in La Paz, but better safe than sorry.

So, since we now have anchor waypoints for everywhere we’ve anchored I thought I’d start including them.  Not that they will be of much use to the 3 people who actually read my essays, but someday I may post them for other cruisers, so I thought I’d start collecting them here.  And this installation isn’t very exciting because we didn’t really go anywhere.  (Dates are yearmonthday)

20140206 PuntaDeMita 20 45.930 N 105 31.205 W

20140204 LaCruz 20 45.010 N 105 22.045 W

20140122 LaCruz 20 44.995 N 105 22.149 W

20140123 PuntaDeMita 20 45.982 N 105 31.115 W

20131221 LaCruz 20 45.050 N 105 22.007 W

February 2014

I’ve mentioned Punta de Mita a few times, so I thought I’d give a little more information about it.  It is the northern point that defines Banderas Bay (Cabo Corrientes is the southern point), and the hook of land just inside the point has a small beach town.  The anchorage is a popular spot amongst the cruisers for the surfing, and it is sort of a getaway spot when you feel like getting away from towns and crowds but still feel like staying within the Bay.  Our first time there was actually by land when we took the bus from La Cruz.  Shauna (s/v Sand Dollar) and I thought we’d take a our kids for a day outing for some boogie boarding and fun in the sand and sun.  Of course, without consulting each other we both invited other kids to come along and when all was said and done it was me, Shauna, and 11 kids age 7 to 14.  It was actually a lot of fun, but there was obsessive compulsive head counting going on when we were boarding and disembarking the buses.  We parked ourselves on the sand in front of a palapa and ordered some drinks so we could sit there and let the kids play.  The waves weren’t that great that day, so some of the older kids tried going to a few different spots, but it was pretty calm everywhere.  That didn’t stop them from having fun and they played in the lapping surf and dug holes and built forts.  We also stopped at the OXXO (convenience store, like 711) before grabbing the bus back, and they all got good and sugared up for their parents.  Among the kids we took were Victoria and Jonathon from s/v Fuenta.  Have I mentioned already how I would take those kids anywhere?  Well, I would.  They are fun, friendly, and very very low maintenance.   Our second time at Punta de Mita was by way of Exodus when we anchored out for one night when Gary and Marsha were visiting.  We found a spot close in where there was easy access to the surf, and this time there was surf to be found.  Unfortunately, Alex had another ear infection, so he wasn’t able to play in the water, but Tim and Brenden took the boards out and had a lot of fun.  A few of our friends (s/v’s Fluenta and Kenta Anae) had taken the bus up from La Cruz so they all did a little surfing together.  Alex tried to get to shore to play with the kids, but the surf was too big for him to paddle in without the risk of falling in and getting his ear wet, so he had to abort the mission and turn back.  Spoiler alert – we will spend more time at Punta de Mita in future installments, but for now these were our initiations to Punta de Mita.”

February 2014

We ended up making a somewhat last minute decision to haul out in La Cruz.  Most cruisers go down to Puerto Vallarta for haul out, because the word on the street is that it’s cheaper there, but unfortunately for Catamaran owners the travelift is not quite wide enough, so we are stuck with only one option in Banderas Bay.  The main reason we decided to haul out was the anti-fouling on the saildrives needed to be redone.  When we hauled out in La Paz, Tim had not intended to have them do anything with the saildrives, because the PropSpeed (specific prouduct used on props and saildrives) was still in good shape, but before he knew it the guys in the boatyard had sanded down one of them.  So, they ended up painting them with the same paint we used on the bottom of the boat.  I guess this wasn’t the best solution, since now, not even a year later, we had barnacles setting up shop within hours of cleaning them.  So, the plan for this haulout was simply to reapply PropSpeed.  When we hauled out in La Paz, we were pulled out on rails (like a train track) but this time we were lifted out by a travel lift.  It was a little unnerving seeing your house lifted well off the ground and then moved around within the boatyard.  There’s a video on the facebook page if you haven’t seen it already.

Once placed down on the blocks, everyone got to work.  This is one of those times when my princess status is revoked and I have to pitch in with all the manual labor as well.  We ended up deciding to repaint the bottom too since it looked pretty shabby and we were already out of the water and everything.  So, overall I think we were in the yard for 5 days, and they let us stay on the boat during that time.  Funny thing is everyone told us they didn’t let you live on the hard at that boatyard, that we would need to find a place to stay.  We walked around to a couple of the hotels, but no one had vanancies, so Tim decided to just ask nicely if we could stay, and they said yes!  Sometimes, all you have to do is ask.

The guy who we contracted with to do the work on Exodus was named Gabriel, and he isn’t the most well known one there in the yard, but overall he and his crew did a decent job.  Tim’s only regret is that he didn’t insist that he apply the PropSpeed himself, because when they were doing it late in the afternoon, it was a bit rushed, and wasn’t as meticulous as Tim would have liked.

Gabriel would sometimes bring his 6 year old son, Christopher, with him to the yard, and one day we invited him to play on Exoudus.  Communication was a little tough, but he had a great time playing with Alex and Brenden’s toys, particularly the hex bugs.  He asked questions like where to we sleep so Tim took him on a little tour and he showed him our cabin.  Christopher then asked where do I sleep (as in me, Deanne) but Tim had already started moving on and pointed out the bathroom to him.  Christopher was shocked, “en el bano???”  He thought Tim told him that I sleep in the bathroom.  Then he laughed and laughed.  It was so cute.

We were back in the water on 4 February ready to get out Banderas Bay and do some cruising again.

January 2104

One of the main reasons for going into the marina (as opposed to staying out in the anchorage) was to get some boat projects done prior to our Pacific crossing.  There were many, many small projects on the list, but there were two big ones that needed to be addressed early so they didn’t end up delaying us in any way.  They were the cockpit floor and the dinghy engine mount.

The cockpit floor is kind of a long story in that basically it was work in progress when we bought Exodus.  From the factory, Exodus came with a stock gelcoat nonskid cockpit floor, but then the dealer replaced that with a Teak floor before selling it, I guess thinking it would be more marketable.  Well, the previous owner, John, didn’t like the Teak, I think because it was too high maintenance, so he contracted to have it pulled up and then put a gelcoat floor back in.  He wanted it to match the rest of the non-skid around the boat, so he found someone who would make a mold from another part of the boat to use in the cockpit.  Sounds great, but there was a lot of drama surrounding the work because the guy left the country back to Mexico for a while and there was confusion about why he left and when he would return.   It was incomplete when we went on the Baja Ha Ha, but it was supposed to be complete by the time we took possession of Exodus in early December.  Of course, it wasn’t, and John gave us the option of waiting another week or taking Exodus and having the guy come up to Marina del Rey to finish it.  We opted to take Exodus, and in hindsight maybe we were influenced by our excitement of becoming boat owners, because that turned into a HUGE hassle.  First of all, when Tim inspected the work that had been done so far, it was crap.  Basically, they had made a mold of the non-skid pattern from the top of the hard canopy, but then they just laid that down in the cockpit with the non-skid inverted.  So, instead of little bumps on the floor to prevent slipping there were little cups, which as you can imagine just collect water and make the floor even more slippery, totally defeating the purpose of the non-skid floor.  So, when the guy came up to “finish” the job, Tim insisted he pull it all out and start over.  There were issues with this, and maybe, again in hindsight, we should have just cut him loose and found someone local to do the job, because we ended up having to pay for a hotel and even some gas to drive back and forth to San Diego.  I can’t remember, but I think we split the expense with the previous owner, but in the end, it didn’t really matter, because even after it was completely redone the integrity of the floor didn’t last long.  It wasn’t a few months into our journey that the floor was waterlogged and coming apart.  Tim applied blue painters tape around the edges to keep the sharp edges contained so no one hurt themselves.  We lived with the blue tape for quite a long time, so long that we almost didn’t notice it anymore.  But we knew we needed to have a water tight floor, so in La Cruz Tim took on the huge task of redoing the floor himself.  Well, not totally himself.  Dan on Dazzler provided a lot of consulting ahead of time (since he had quite a bit of experience with this sort of work) and then when it came right down to it, he rolled up his sleeves and got down on his hands and knees and helped Tim with a lot of the labor too.  It was quite the job, and it took a couple weeks to finish.  The rain didn’t help, though.  It rained pretty much our entire first week in the marina starting the day after Tim started ripping up the floor, of course.  The finished product is a sight to be seen.  Tim and Dan did an excellent job, and although they have a habit of inspecting close and searching for the imperfections, I certainly can’t say there are many to be found.  They used Kiwi Grip as the non-skid surface, and, no, it doesn’t match the pattern of the rest of the non-skid, but it looks great, and if that had been done in the first place it would have saved us so much hassle.

Tim subcontracted out the work to build a support structure to mount our outboard, so it didn’t take nearly as much of his own labor, but he did have to design what he wanted and be able to communicate it to someone who spoke very little English.  We go some translating help from a woman on s/v Go For Broke, and the contractor did very fast work.  Within a couple days the new support structure was complete, and they also reinforced the dinghy davits, one of which had been ever so slightly (hence the reason we wanted to be able to remove the outboard from the dinghy onto its own support structure for an ocean passage).  So, with the two main projects out of the way early, Tim could then slowly and consistently start checking off the myriad of other projects on “the list.