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Posted on Saturday Jul 9, 2005
I saw its beady eyes looking back at me. I made a quick grab for it. As I was reaching, I thought about the wisdom of trying to grab an insect that is almost as big as my head, but bravado pushed me forward. Unfortunately, survival motivated this monstrous bug more than my glib disregard for reality -- I found myself clutching thin air.
I was afraid to tell Sherrell about it. We√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęve sent many days on shore spotting this large cat like bugs sneaking around in the shadows. Smugly we congratulated ourselves on how careful we were with food items, not bring boxes on board and inspecting the produce for hitchhikers. We were also anchored out away from the docks, where surely they climbed dock lines in droves.
But reality is not my friend. I told Sherrell about my near miss with the dog-sized bug. √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??What?! You√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęre kidding me? Where? How big? I can√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt be as big as a lion!√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě Nonetheless, I had seen it and there could be more, if not now, then perhaps a fresh brood is on the way.
So we dug into some books and found a recipe for a homemade potion that is harmless to people but unpleasant for horse-like cockroaches. Now we just have to watch and wait. There√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs nothing worse than a boat full of bugs! It√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs too crowded already!
Posted on Thursday Jul 7, 2005
Bet you didn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt see that subject coming, did you? Well it is what has been holding us up here: Cat Vomit. It happens about every two days or so and we get a nice treat from the cat. This has been happening for about 4 months. If you remember, we took her to a vet in
Well, we talked to our vet in
So as part of trying to find out why the cat has been sick so often and has no other symptoms of anything, we decided that the heat and her shedding has been bothering her. Thus the lovely photo of our cat getting a hair cut. Well, that didn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt help. She still gets sick and doesn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt really have any significant hairballs.
As a last ditch effort, we found a vet here in Santa Rosalia who has been looking at her. We tried a combo injection of anti-nausea, laxative and anti-acid and she perked right up. All the sudden she seemed to feel better. So we backed off to just the anti-acid for the last two days and she seems to be doing well. Tomorrow we take her in to do another full blood work up. Our best guess right now is she probably has IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and perhaps some kind of addition to her diet might help. We√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęll keep our fingers crossed on the blood results. If all goes well, we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęll have a healthy kitty and be back underway soon.
Posted on Saturday Jul 2, 2005
If you have the means, you can contact us on the following marine SSB nets:
Amigo Net, 1400 UTC, 8122 Khz
Southbound Net, 0045 UTC, 6516 Khz (sometimes 6224 KHz in the winter)
Posted on Saturday Jul 2, 2005
We√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęve revamped the FAQ, added a couple more photos to the gallery (don√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt miss √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Floaty Time√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě and added another book to Our Book List. Go nuts.
Posted on Tuesday Jun 28, 2005
We√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęll, we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęve got another Tropical Storm called Calvin. This one didn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt quite make it to a hurricane, and it√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs pretty far south about 100 miles off
If you want to follow Hurricane developments yourself for the NE Pacific try the national hurricane center:
Posted on Monday Jun 27, 2005
We spent the day exploring the sea caves at Los Arcos, where the snorkeling was amazing. There were lots of large trigger fish, puffer fish, parrot fish and wrass. Now we are sitting inside the harbor at Santa Rosalia. Our wireless antenna almost got us a connection, but we just couldn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt quite pull in the signal, so we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęll probably have to hike it into town to finally send out all our updates.
Posted on Sunday Jun 26, 2005
I saw it hidden among the rocks while we were snorkeling √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚?¨Ň? a flash of color and a slight movement. At first I thought it was a plant of some kind, so I watched its strange movements. Then the blobish looking object unfurled and changed from a round ball, to an 8 armed little octopus! It snuck around the side of a rock and before I could blink my eyes, it changed into a jet black color to match the shadows.
I immediately screamed through my snorkel, afraid to take my eyes off the sneaky bugger, √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??HEEYAM DER ANNN OCTOMUSH DEER!, HEY TAMAN OCTOMUSH!√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě Sherrell translated snorkel speak and rushed over, saying, √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Don√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt take your eyes off him!√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě She called out to the two other couples snorkeling with us that I found an octopus, and I could hear their fins shredding water towards me.
The little guy was probably no bigger than a large softball, but he was lighting fast and could change through a rainbow of colors and patterns in an instant. As everyone gathered round they struggled to spot the 8 armed sneekster. Just as they were beginning to wonder if I√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęd been in the sun too much, he moved, eliciting a √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??DER HESSS! MOVN THERR LOOOK√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě
He unfolded his arms and felt around the rocks and came out into the open, changing from jet black, to red, then to green with yellow spots, then deciding better of it, yellow with green spots. Out in the full light of the sun, he changed to several shades lighter and blended in with the background rocks instantly. I was mesmerized watching him lurk around, looking for food, and changing colors at will. A fish was pestering him, and with a causal lighting fast whip of one of his 8 arms, he sent the fish a message and the fish bolted. We watched him creep around looking for urchins that were easy pickings as he went from rock to rock, until finally Sherrell had to tell me to back off and leave the little critter some space.
It was definitely, by far, the highlight of my day!
I should mention we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęre still at Isla San Marcos in a place, dubbed by gringos, √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Sweet Pea Cove√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě. It isn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt really a cove, it√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs more of an open bight. Tomorrow we are going to Caleta de los Arcos (Rings Cove) where there are several sea caves, then on to Santa Rosalia!
Posted on Thursday Jun 23, 2005
We left Bahia Concepcion, hitting a maximum temperature of 124.9 F, for the cooler open anchorage of Santa Domingo. After spending about 3 nights there, unmelting, if that is possible in 100F heat, we set off for Isla San Marcos. The trip was nice, about 30 miles and we sailed about 2/3rds of it. It is much cooler here, the water is refreshing in the 70√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęs and the cabin temperature stayed below 90, most of the time.
Anyway, this brings me to Beatrice. The summer weather means summer storms down here. We had our first hurricane about 700 miles south of us a month ago. Now we have Tropical Strom Beatrice. This one is much closer, about 450 miles away and inside the boarders of
Nonetheless, it is a very real reminder about the East Pacific hurricanes and we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęre going to have to stay on our toes.
Posted on Tuesday Jun 21, 2005
We were down in √?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√?‚??Bahia Concepcion√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨¬Ě as the heat wave started. In the sun, the temperature climbed well over 100F and the water is in the 89-90 F range. So we left the bay. Now we√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęre up in Santa Domingo which is at the enterance to the bay. The water here is about 5-10 degrees cooler, the humidity is down to about 50%, and the temperature is about 5-8 degrees cooler too.
Well, we got a small taste of what awaits us in the summer! Yikes. We√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęre going to have to work on making better sun shades for the deck and the aft part of the cockpit, and I√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęm going to have to finish my thermoelectric cooler to see if I can extend the life of our ice!
Posted on Sunday Jun 19, 2005
Summer heat is different. It heats your clothes, your skin, but somehow you feel the heat is still external, escapable, like opening the oven door, it washes over you then fades. The desert heat on the ocean isn√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęt searing. Desert heat creeps up on you. It has stamina. You wake up in the morning feeling warm, not really aware that it coming for you, a cool complacency. Slowing the burning pierces the sky, obliterates any traces of clouds. The atomic fire lights up the burnt landscape where only the cactus seems oblivious to the slow siege. It stalks you slowly, warming the soil, the deck of the boat, the water around you. Then before you know it, the air takes sides with the sky fire and wraps around you like a hot damp towel, basting you, melting you. The sadistic watch the temperature gauge as it climbs past the 100 degree mark in the sun. The desperate seek relief in the water, only to find they√?¬Ę√Ę‚??¬¨√Ę‚??¬Ęve been tricked into jumping into a hot salty bath. The desert heat is different. It has been here since time started, burning, burning, tearing apart molecules breaking down all bonds leaving nothing.