Homeward Bound – Not!


Fun times with John and Diane of Konami

We have always said we would continue cruising until it wasn’t  fun anymore or the money ran out.  Well we ran into the “wasn’t  fun anymore” part.  In La Cruz we said good bye to John and Diane on Konami, our dear friends and buddy boat for the last 5 months, as they set sail for the South Pacific.   You make really good friends doing this, and many tears were shed when we said goodbye to Konami.  We continued on to Manzanillo with Rob and Susan on Athanor where we had to say yet more goodbyes as they too headed for the South Pacific. At least we got to introduce them to “Cards Against Humanity” and enjoy an evening of tears – tears of laughter that is.   2The loss of more friends combined with the fact that Manzanillo seemed to have few redeeming qualities had us feeling pretty low.  Throw in the fact that our neighbors keep emailing us that our old slip is empty, and we were ready to turn the boat north and head for home. There are not many places nicer than the Pacific Northwest in the summer, and we were feeling tired of being sticky all the time.  You know that Bob Dylan song, “Everything Is Broken”?.  Well just change that to “Everything Is Sticky”.  With daytime temps in the high 80s and humidity in the low 80s everything is indeed sticky.


This should be fun right?


Bananas in a hurry…

The last straw was the longish (36-hr), tedious passage from Manzanillo to Zihuatanejo.  Little wind, lots of engine time, no fish caught (there has not been a fish caught since the Baja Peninsula), and lots of time to think. I usually love the midnight to 3 am watch, but this time it held no enjoyment.  The moon was obscured, and there was lots of shipping to dodge as we passed Lazaro Cardenas, one of the busiest container shipping ports on Mexico’s Pacific coast. Usually I listen to my IPod and enjoy the star show as Anjuli rolls on through the night, but this time I found myself asking myself what I was doing out here 20 miles off the Mexican coast dodging 1,000-ft freighters like the Maersk Stockholm which passed soundlessly by our port side not a half mile off doing 14 knots.  The next morning the Dole Pacific passed us doing 20 knots   – my God bananas must be super perishable.   “What the hell, I had a good life, what are we doing out here?”  We both had great jobs that we loved.  Dan was in agreement and we had pretty much agreed to turn the boat around and head north for home.  We decided we would regroup in Zihuatanejo, rest a day or two and make a final decision.  In between feeling sorry for ourselves we spotted three different varieties of sea turtles, literally hundreds of dolphins and an as yet unidentified species of whale. 5 dolphins



Booby hitching a ride on a sea turtle

We have a standing rule against never entering an unfamiliar harbor at night, but since we had electronic charts, paper charts AIS, radar, and the light from a waxing gibbous moon we decided to go for it.  Easy entrance, no problems and by 2 am we were anchored, showered and having appetizers and a bottle of wine in the cockpit where the temperature was a balmy 77 degrees.  This is 2 am on a Friday morning mind you – you wouldn’t be doing this if you were doing the 40-hr a week thing.  We got some sleep and woke up to a beautiful day.  Had a few Bloody Marys and reminded myself of my mantra – “don’t be a pussy”.  We have spent way too much money, time and effort on the boat to give up now.  There will be no turning back. Life is what you make of it, and we are off to find adventure and make memories.  Next stop Acapulco!


4 thoughts on “Homeward Bound – Not!

  1. Good morning, Dan & Tammy! You are truly missed bunches here in the PNW, but as you said–life is what you make of it, and once you get to Acapulco, I hope things start looking up. These rough patches are liked skinned knees–you get up, dust yourself off, put on a band aid, and things get better in a few days. Love reading about your adventures and looking forward to many more to come. Cheers! ~Michelle


  2. Ah, I so know what you are going through. The hardest part of cruising is the good-byes. We used to always say that you had to be schizophrenic to be a successful cruiser. So often we would flip between “This day sucks! I hate this! I want to go home!” to “This is the best day ever!” In the blink of an eye. Just in case you are missing your old slip, yes, it is still open, but… It is very wet and cold. Very, very wet and cold. Miss you. –K–


  3. Bills concerned about your trip to Acapulco , he has been reading the news and he has heard of the beaches being a war zone, and tourists being killed in the last month or so.


  4. You guys are amazing, and understand your thinking, about when its not fun and then all the adventure and time and effort to get there. Same for me after hitting two logs 10 days apart in Canada last year and repairing boat. So, go after it and enjoy.


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