Ya know, we’re just chillin’.
A little boat work, some provisioning (for the next leg to Hawaii), and a lot of just, well, chillin’. Except it’s hard to call it that since it’s so bloody HOT (and humid). Fun to be here, but it will also be good to leave.
We’re currently looking at a window roughly June 28th. Give or take a couple days and the weather may change, but right now it looks like a good shot.
So… In the mean time what’s fun (in between boat work) is; we’re the guys who have “Done It”. You know, sailed across and now back. Most of the folks here in the marina are like us three years ago. They are good, competent sailors, but are feeling the “unknown” as they go west. From here it definitely gets less “charted” and there’s some mystery about what’s over the horizon. Since we’ve been there and back, we’re enjoying the attention we’re getting from folks who want a read on “what’s next”? Since there are plenty of significant hazards, I hope we are doing our part in helping to educate people on what to look out for. Anyway, it’s interesting being the “sage” advisors.
Tonight was another pot luck down the dock. So fun to mingle with all our new friends. Day after tomorrow is the Puddle Jump party that we did three years ago as our group continued from Mexico toward New Zealand. I think we’re going to go now that we have connected with so many of the new group heading across. And…there are a couple boats who are leaving here for Hawaii like we are, so we’re connecting up and will try to set a radio schedule to stay in touch over those 2400 plus miles and 20 some days of ocean voyaging.
Sage indeed! Sage and awesome! so excited for you both!
Well now you’ve done it. You have done become the OGs! Original Guys! Or, as some would say, the Old Guys. Been around the block a few times. Well blooded. Maybe we should settle for OSs – Old Salts! 😀
Chillin’ – sounds like a good idea. What you need is a big Southern front porch with a swing and monster Magnolia tree close by. And an ice cold lemonade.
Glad to hear you are picking up some wingmen, sorta, on the next leg.
Chill on, chill on sailors.