Eyoni is back in the water in San Carlos, Mexico after Rick, the once category 5 hurricane that was headed our way blew himself out. Eyoni sits for final in-the-water projects before we all jump aboard and again sail the amazing Sea of Cortez, which we've missed so much these past two months. Francis, our good ship kitty, is slowly recovering from the trama of her first tropical depression and massive flooding and mud slides in San Carlos, as well as just being away from us and in her baby-sitters hands (who also was taking care of dogs during the time of Jimena). Below is part of the letter that Zada and I received yesterday, from Ethan, after days of no news from him. The letter is dated Nov. 20, 2009
It is a fine, balmy, morning here with dramatic grey clouds, some rain
and a bit of thunder and lightning. Our mother-ship went in the water
yesterday just before noon with no incident or leaky, leaky. Backed
down the channel and wedggied into a slip (B-5, on the same gangway we
were end-tied) with 12'' to spare on each side and took to a pair of
surf-trunks and went nuts with the hose - even the underside of the
bimini was grimy. Sooo good to be back in. And to have refrigeration
-- I ate 11 of 13 days at the OXO (convenient type store) and am ready for a bit more
refinement in the culinary line.
Rob and Joe (Blue Moon), who were gracious to take my lines, have taken a slip on
A dock until we know where Rick will end up. It's Rob's B-day
tonight which should be good fun. Happily too, Rick is dissipating
quickly (a tropical storm now) which is great at it was a 180 mph
storm two days ago. Yikes.
The boat looks great. I'm waiting for Rick to re-rig her and have
plenty of other projects to do in the meantime. The refer pump needs
to be taken apart and a make-nice, our galley sink's swivel has given
up any attempts at water-tightness and my tools are still all over the
place. However, am pleased to be making progress. Started yesterday
with a hair-cut and a shave after the boat was scrubbed. Nice. Will
do laundry this morning too, along with e-mail and hit the grocery
store.
Here is my story of the BIG Winner -- so far the new low in Sonora
celebration. Well, you see, Rob, Jo and Mr. Neil wanted to go out and
celebrate her book completion so we all walked to The Palapa, a beach
bar/rest just south of Marina Seca, here in San Carlos. There was a good
bluesish band and Dad went nuts and ordered the $12 dollar t-bone steak.
We all sat around enjoying the company, food and drinks for some time when the
band struck-up Mustang Sally. So, Dad grabbed Ms Jo and we hit the
sand-patch dance floor in front of the stage and proceeded to cut it
up. Daddy was, of course, making a good show of it when he felt a
dull sort of thud on the end of hit big toe (right side). I blew it
off for the rest of song, at which point we discovered we had won the
dance contest, much to our surprise and the delight of the Pacifico
Girls, who were working each corner of the stage. So, we went up on
stage and claimed our prize -- Now For ZADA!! -- a swim with the
dolphins at the local dolphinarium! A most excellent prize and I
can't wait to watch you Swim with our finny friends when you come back
to San Carlos.
When I returned to the table I felt a sticky feeling under my right
foot and knew I had a bit of a problem. Upon closer inspection I had
taken a nickel-side chunk out of the tip of my big toe and that it was
now packed full of sand. After trying to clean it out with cups of
water from the iced-beer tub we realized that it would need to be
opened up further and scrubbed. Yuck. Needless to say I began
medicating in earnest. Jo was kind enough to provide me with a temp
bandage which was good enough for a whirl with the Pacifico girl of my
choice and then I decided to begin the half-mile trek home. I went
over-field to the highway and had made it about 1/3 of the way when
the Polecia Municipal pulled over to check out my gimpy gait and
offered me a ride to the boat. Gracias! Once aboard, I took comfort
with Francis, pulled out my swiss and split the thing down the
middle. Next it was down the ladder for my date with Barney's hose.
Full blast. Grim but successful work and happily no infection so
far. I'm still gimping a bit but can make it around without much more
than a delay.
I hope you two are well. I will have the boat ready to go by the time
you get here. Francis and I are excited to move along".
Love.
Daddy.
band struck-up Mustang Sally. So, Dad grabbed Ms Jo and we hit the
sand-patch dance floor in front of the stage and proceeded to cut it
up. Daddy was, of course, making a good show of it when he felt a
dull sort of thud on the end of hit big toe (right side). I blew it
off for the rest of song, at which point we discovered we had won the
dance contest, much to our surprise and the delight of the Pacifico
Girls, who were working each corner of the stage. So, we went up on
stage and claimed our prize -- Now For ZADA!! -- a swim with the
dolphins at the local dolphinarium! A most excellent prize and I
can't wait to watch you Swim with our finny friends when you come back
to San Carlos.
When I returned to the table I felt a sticky feeling under my right
foot and knew I had a bit of a problem. Upon closer inspection I had
taken a nickel-side chunk out of the tip of my big toe and that it was
now packed full of sand. After trying to clean it out with cups of
water from the iced-beer tub we realized that it would need to be
opened up further and scrubbed. Yuck. Needless to say I began
medicating in earnest. Jo was kind enough to provide me with a temp
bandage which was good enough for a whirl with the Pacifico girl of my
choice and then I decided to begin the half-mile trek home. I went
over-field to the highway and had made it about 1/3 of the way when
the Polecia Municipal pulled over to check out my gimpy gait and
offered me a ride to the boat. Gracias! Once aboard, I took comfort
with Francis, pulled out my swiss and split the thing down the
middle. Next it was down the ladder for my date with Barney's hose.
Full blast. Grim but successful work and happily no infection so
far. I'm still gimping a bit but can make it around without much more
than a delay.
I hope you two are well. I will have the boat ready to go by the time
you get here. Francis and I are excited to move along".
Love.
Daddy.
2 comments:
OMG!! He cut it open himself!!!?!? That's a brave man.
OK, the toe thing? YIKES! Ethan, you da man.
We can't wait to see Eyoni & crew in MX!
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