S/V Adventurer

Today I'm going to talk about something that I'm not overly proud of. And no, I'm not talking about the time, way back in high school, when I dumped laundry detergent in a big fountain in the middle of the night and then drove in circles around that fountain as the street became covered in foam until one of my passengers vomited out the back window. Because, yes, I'm proud of that moment. If you are thinking that was stupid, well, you are wrong. It was awesome. Today I'm going to talk about something else. We are going to talk about my swear tally. If you are reading this and you are one of the lucky few people in this world who know me well (I hope you consider yourself lucky), then you will probably know that I generally don't swear. It's just never been in my nature. Those pesky little four letter words generally don't pass my lips. I say “generally don't pass my lips” because it has happened, it's just been on rare o...

There are some days when this blog is easy for me to write, and then there are others, like today for instance, when I struggle to get past the first paragraph. And it's not because I don't have anything to share with you. We are as busy as ever. We've been back in Mexico for a little over a week and have explored 4 towns, sailed hundreds of miles in the open ocean, surfed a world famous surf break, and have even caught up with some of our good sailing friends who we thought we may never see again. Each and every one of those things could warrant an entire blog post on there own. But for some reason, every time I start typing, I type out a jumbled mess of rambling. I'm definitely not on my A game today. So, after multiple tries at topics that are arguably more important, what I've decided to talk about today is something that I would like to think I'm a bit of an expert on. It's also one of the best things about cruising in Mexico. And if you h...

I've got a lot of ground to cover today so get ready for a long bit of rambling. First, we've made it back to our floating home in Mexico and it feels pretty great to be home. Even though I'm from Seattle and have spent the majority of my life in the region, it just doesn't feel like home anymore. Home is where our boat is currently floating and where it's currently floating has lots of tacos with my name on them, just waiting to be eaten. Mmmmmmmmm...tacos. The bad news that I just realized this morning as I was stepping into the shower is the fact that I am now a translucent pasty white from head to toe. There are no tan lines left. A few weeks in Seattle's winter wonderland wiped away any shade of color that we had accumulated over our last 9 months of sailing the high seas, chasing an endless summer. Brenda actually asked if I was sick because I was so pale. Funny thing, I was thinking the same thing about her. But don't worry too mu...

It's finally happening. Bright and early tomorrow morning, we'll board a plane bound for our floating home in Mazatlan. We are beyond excited. For the last 3 weeks, we've endured winter in Seattle. If you are questioning my choice of words, I will assure you that endured is the correct way to put it. I've grown up in Seattle and spent the vast majority of my life in the region so I knew what to expect when we came back here. But I have to say, this boy has gone soft. We've been chasing an endless summer for the past 9 months as we've made our way down the coast of the US and finally into the tropics. The tropics and snowfall are on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. It hasn't been an easy 3 weeks. I am happy to say, we survived and we have endured and by the end of the day tomorrow, we'll be back to sweating. We've gotten a lot accomplished in the 3 weeks we've been here. First and foremost, we've taken care of nee...