Considering a sailing adventure to Mexico? Just look at how engrossed that guy is in the book! Grab a copy of the Unauthorized Guide to Sailing in Mexico, and you too can find yourself sitting on a Mexican dock with an oversized (but very attractive) hat.

Unauthorized Guide to Sailing in Mexico

test
« now reading: Empire of Illusion | Main | magic: saltwater into freshwater »
Tuesday
Jul302013

everyone is asleep: the pacific crossing

Life aboard Rebel Heart is many things but quiet is rarely one of them. Nature is noisy, children are noisy, and boat projects are noisy. If a fog bank rolls in you merely have to follow the choir of crying kids and power tools to find our floating home. So rarely can I find the thirty minutes to ruminate, and honestly that's probably a good thing.

It was almost nine months ago to the day that we left the United States. I vividly remember six months before leaving as the first waves of "oh shit, we're really doing this, aren't we?" passed over me. Then my stomach would be gripped by alternating waves of fear, excitement, hyper-analyzing, and finally exhaustion until the cycle could start anew.

This summer will be in the Sea of Cortez and in the fall we'll go back to Bahia de Banderas, but we're basically at the six month point from the Pacific crossing. I can tell because of my stomach.

We'll be leaving from the little "A" there and headed to the little "B". It's ~2,800 nautical miles (3,200 land-person miles). The map reveals a curious oddity about the "Pacific crossing". Once you're at the little "B" there (near Tahiti), you're still in the middle of nowhere. Except now you're on an island in the middle of nowhere. 

So as much fanfare as there is for the non-stop multi-week passage, you still have a metric ass ton of miles ahead of you, despositing you completely on the other side of the world. Who would have ever thought that sailing a boat around the planet would involve so much sailing?

After a day of running or exercising you will be a little sore, a little tired, and maybe even sporting some new injuries. But you feel good. You know you did something that you can be proud of. Something worth doing.

Imagining our little girls, and us parenting them, as we sail across three thousand miles of open ocean just to arrive at the beginning of the South Pacific is, to put it lightly, interesting. 

In the famous words of our most intellectual President: "Bring it on."

Reader Comments

There are no comments for this journal entry. To create a new comment, use the form below.

PostPost a New Comment

Enter your information below to add a new comment.
Author Email (optional):
Author URL (optional):
Post:
 
Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>