Roosey Road, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We exchanged our small car for a minivan today and headed to El Yunque, the only rain forest in the U.S. Forestry Service. We wound our way up the narrow streets of the mountain to the visitor center where we stopped for a short film regarding the history of El Yunque and the work toward bringing the Puerto Rican Parrot back from near extinction. We admired the orchids hanging throughout the center, the red ginger flowers, the multicolored lobsterclaw flowers, and the multitude of other topical flowers, shrubs and trees too beautiful to describe.
We continued up the mountain past the pink impatients growing wild along the roadside and ferns of every shape and size to stop again for a photo-op near a waterfall close to the road. A few of us climbed up the rocks for a better pose; you never really grow up.
When we reached our destination, we stopped again to hike to the La Mina waterfall located at the junction of two nature trails. We ventured into the thick shade of the forest along a pathway that meandered up and down along the side of the mountain. The sights, sounds, smells and feel of the forest were a delight to all of the senses. The chirping of the coqui tree frog (yes during the day time) could be heard along with the tweets and calls of the birds, the wind rustling through the leaves of the canopy overhead and the sound of falling water in the distance. Light filtered through the canopy wherever it could to dance upon the vines and flowers before being soaked into the decaying wood to provide the incubator for new life to spring up. Even the boulders were a sight to behold and touch with the variety of mosses and ferns clinging to them.
This wonder and mystique was broken only by the shrieks and shrills of children of all ages playing in the waterfall beyond. At the end of the trail, a small stone bridge arched over the stream and ascended to the hillside beyond where the second trail also ended. On either side of the bridge, boulders were populated with humans looking much like sea lions, entertaining themselves by sliding into the water, climbing out on the rocks to warm themselves, preening before their mates, or clapping at their offspring's marvelous tricks. The water was brisk, bordering on frigid, but once submerged, it became refreshing on a hot day. The six of us frolicked until we recalled that we were only half way through as we still had to make our way back, which amazingly, didn't seem as far when we did reach the car.
On our way back down the mountain, we stopped at a tower shaped like a turret on a castle that had 750 steps up to a beautiful panorama of the surrounding areas. As I've climbed this before, I stayed on the ground and took pictures of everyone hanging out of the windows, instead of climbing them myself. I remember the last time I did something like that and since we're headed for a tour of the Bacardi Rum factory tomorrow, I want to be in perfect condition for that.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Roosey Road, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Maybe it's just my imagination, but this morning, we met the base Commanding Officer, the Security Chief for the base, and a few other people. Until recently, this has been a sleepy little base. Suddenly, Dale was holding court on the dock in front of our boat with everyone who just happened to be dropping by the marina today and wanted to say hi to the new folks.
Last night we traveled to San Juan to pick up Roger & Elaine returning from Denver where they visited with their daughter's family in record setting cold weather. They both returned with colds. They said that their little granddaughter is a "Petri dish" for bacteria but they thoroughly enjoyed their visit.
Again we made the rounds to the necessary stores; West Marine, WalMart, the local grocery store. I'm beginning to think that the greeters are going to know us by name after this. Three times in three days.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Maybe it's just my imagination, but this morning, we met the base Commanding Officer, the Security Chief for the base, and a few other people. Until recently, this has been a sleepy little base. Suddenly, Dale was holding court on the dock in front of our boat with everyone who just happened to be dropping by the marina today and wanted to say hi to the new folks.
Last night we traveled to San Juan to pick up Roger & Elaine returning from Denver where they visited with their daughter's family in record setting cold weather. They both returned with colds. They said that their little granddaughter is a "Petri dish" for bacteria but they thoroughly enjoyed their visit.
Again we made the rounds to the necessary stores; West Marine, WalMart, the local grocery store. I'm beginning to think that the greeters are going to know us by name after this. Three times in three days.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Roosey Road, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
OK, OK! I apologize for being remiss in updating my posts.
For the last 10 days, Dale and I settled into a routine of him rising each morning at dawn to jog and I would sleep in. Then he would return to attack a project and I would ride my bicycle to our old house on the opposite side of the base and back for exercise (and stay out of the way of the salty language associated with the project.) I thought I was riding about 7 miles each day. I found out that I was riding closer to 13 miles instead. No wonder I'd get back exhausted.
Anyway, he tore apart both toilets to clean them (the first one took about half a day, the second took about an hour). We took the windless motor in for testing and found that it was shot; but we were lucky (so far) that we've been told that we can replace just the motor, instead of the whole windless (we should know tomorrow if the motor is in.) We took the main sail down and took it into the sail loft to have the repair I made replaced. (My repair did hold but the webbing that I used stretched and that was why the sail started to sag (See 01/25/2006). I now have a bit of the correct type of webbing in my repair kit.)
We cleaned the bottom of the boat again. The protective paint is starting to die and the barnacles and grass are starting to grow more aggressively in the warm Caribbean waters. It was the first time I used the hooka and found that it was harder than I had anticipated. Normally when using scuba gear, it's easier to draw a breath from the tanks. When using this apparatus, I found it more difficult to draw a breath and then trying to keep from pushing away from the boat while scrubbing was exhausting.
Mike & Terri returned from the Miami Boat Show. They fly back to Miami to help at the Manta Catamaran exhibition each year. The 4 of us drove around Fajardo running our various errands. Then we took them around the base but this time, the security guards chased us away from a housing area and then followed us around as we toured other areas that for the last 10 days have been open access. We noticed that they were also wearing their flak jackets and that they were closing the main gates after dark. Me thinks there's something about! Oh well, if they say shoo! We shoo!
Tonight Roger & Elaine return from Denver, so the crew will all be together again.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
OK, OK! I apologize for being remiss in updating my posts.
For the last 10 days, Dale and I settled into a routine of him rising each morning at dawn to jog and I would sleep in. Then he would return to attack a project and I would ride my bicycle to our old house on the opposite side of the base and back for exercise (and stay out of the way of the salty language associated with the project.) I thought I was riding about 7 miles each day. I found out that I was riding closer to 13 miles instead. No wonder I'd get back exhausted.
Anyway, he tore apart both toilets to clean them (the first one took about half a day, the second took about an hour). We took the windless motor in for testing and found that it was shot; but we were lucky (so far) that we've been told that we can replace just the motor, instead of the whole windless (we should know tomorrow if the motor is in.) We took the main sail down and took it into the sail loft to have the repair I made replaced. (My repair did hold but the webbing that I used stretched and that was why the sail started to sag (See 01/25/2006). I now have a bit of the correct type of webbing in my repair kit.)
We cleaned the bottom of the boat again. The protective paint is starting to die and the barnacles and grass are starting to grow more aggressively in the warm Caribbean waters. It was the first time I used the hooka and found that it was harder than I had anticipated. Normally when using scuba gear, it's easier to draw a breath from the tanks. When using this apparatus, I found it more difficult to draw a breath and then trying to keep from pushing away from the boat while scrubbing was exhausting.
Mike & Terri returned from the Miami Boat Show. They fly back to Miami to help at the Manta Catamaran exhibition each year. The 4 of us drove around Fajardo running our various errands. Then we took them around the base but this time, the security guards chased us away from a housing area and then followed us around as we toured other areas that for the last 10 days have been open access. We noticed that they were also wearing their flak jackets and that they were closing the main gates after dark. Me thinks there's something about! Oh well, if they say shoo! We shoo!
Tonight Roger & Elaine return from Denver, so the crew will all be together again.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Roosey Road, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Dale and I are definitely getting our exercise these days. Dale has returned to his Roosey routine of jogging bright and early each day. Then after he returns, he rides his bike with me as I pedal my way to the bowling alley for my news and internet fix. After we returned, he tore apart the windless, then called the vendor and their representatives in the area to discuss the motor problem. I have a feeling that this month's budget is really, really shot.
In the meantime, I made a potato salad from scratch. Not that it's any big deal. I used to do it all the time. However, once I started finding a potato salad in the stores that I could just 'touch up', I got lazy. So when I sat down tonight to write this post, I sat here thinking 'what did I do today?' Just domestic stuff; no short cuts.
This evening we met the crews from St. Christopher, Dawn Trader & DeDeMau for a pot luck barbeque. It was Tom's birthday and tomorrow DeDeMau is heading out on their return to the States. We sat and visited until the MiMi's or No-See-Um's, or flying teeth, whatever you might want to call them, chased us away. Lots of great food, including a pretty good home made potato salad.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Dale and I are definitely getting our exercise these days. Dale has returned to his Roosey routine of jogging bright and early each day. Then after he returns, he rides his bike with me as I pedal my way to the bowling alley for my news and internet fix. After we returned, he tore apart the windless, then called the vendor and their representatives in the area to discuss the motor problem. I have a feeling that this month's budget is really, really shot.
In the meantime, I made a potato salad from scratch. Not that it's any big deal. I used to do it all the time. However, once I started finding a potato salad in the stores that I could just 'touch up', I got lazy. So when I sat down tonight to write this post, I sat here thinking 'what did I do today?' Just domestic stuff; no short cuts.
This evening we met the crews from St. Christopher, Dawn Trader & DeDeMau for a pot luck barbeque. It was Tom's birthday and tomorrow DeDeMau is heading out on their return to the States. We sat and visited until the MiMi's or No-See-Um's, or flying teeth, whatever you might want to call them, chased us away. Lots of great food, including a pretty good home made potato salad.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Roosey Road, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We arose before dawn this morning to get DocNoMore and MTNest to the airport on time. Traffic has probably gotten worse, if anything, but I did notice that they don't honk their horns the way they used to. They still drive on the shoulder of the road and a red light still means 3 more cars can go through, but I saw a lot more police cars monitoring the traffic than I remember in days past.
The airport is in the process of adding a new terminal and the landscaping is now 12 years old and well established. I almost didn't recognize the turn off for it. It's a good thing there was a sign.
Downtown also looked like it was undergoing a revival of sorts. It seemed cleaner than I remembered it. There was fresh paint on the apartment buildings and not as much clutter hanging on and out of the tiny patios associated with them.
After we dropped off everyone, we headed on to Ft. Buchanan and picked up a few items. Dale felt that we depend too much on our computer and decided that we needed a back up one in case something dreadful befalls this one. Normally, I'm the one that likes backups but instead I told him that he just blew this month's budget. What it really means is that now I have to stuff two into the oven during thunder storms.
Dale returned the car to the rental agency and was warned by the gate guards when he pedaled his way back, that the base requires helmets when riding bicycles. Another catch-22. We don't have helmets on the boat. To buy helmets, we need to ride our bikes to the nearest stores off base or to another car rental agency. Maybe there will be a different guard on duty when we have to go out again.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We arose before dawn this morning to get DocNoMore and MTNest to the airport on time. Traffic has probably gotten worse, if anything, but I did notice that they don't honk their horns the way they used to. They still drive on the shoulder of the road and a red light still means 3 more cars can go through, but I saw a lot more police cars monitoring the traffic than I remember in days past.
The airport is in the process of adding a new terminal and the landscaping is now 12 years old and well established. I almost didn't recognize the turn off for it. It's a good thing there was a sign.
Downtown also looked like it was undergoing a revival of sorts. It seemed cleaner than I remembered it. There was fresh paint on the apartment buildings and not as much clutter hanging on and out of the tiny patios associated with them.
After we dropped off everyone, we headed on to Ft. Buchanan and picked up a few items. Dale felt that we depend too much on our computer and decided that we needed a back up one in case something dreadful befalls this one. Normally, I'm the one that likes backups but instead I told him that he just blew this month's budget. What it really means is that now I have to stuff two into the oven during thunder storms.
Dale returned the car to the rental agency and was warned by the gate guards when he pedaled his way back, that the base requires helmets when riding bicycles. Another catch-22. We don't have helmets on the boat. To buy helmets, we need to ride our bikes to the nearest stores off base or to another car rental agency. Maybe there will be a different guard on duty when we have to go out again.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Roosey Road, PR
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Prior to renting a car today, we hitched a ride with some of our boat neighbors to the bowling alley and finally were able to upload our posts. I also tried to get caught up on paying some of our bills electronically and promptly locked myself out of one of my accounts. Without a telephone, I couldn't call the bank to ask them to reset my password and going back to the boat to use the sat phone, I'm couldn't access the internet to find out what I was doing wrong. A modern catch-22.
Since, we had to rent a car to take DocNoMore and MTNest to the airport tomorrow, we took advantage of the situation. First we checked in with them to make sure everything was still a go and suggested meeting for dinner to celebrate Valentine's Day, then took off to make sure we still knew how to get around this side of the island.
For those of you reading this that were stationed here at the same time we were, you wouldn't believe the changes. Back then, if you saw something you thought you might have a need for in the next 6 months, you were advised to pick it up, as you might not see it again when you did need it. If it couldn't be found on base, I had to travel to the nearest mall in Carolina, about an hour away. I was in hog heaven when they built a WalMart a few miles outside of the gates of the base. Today, there are strip malls leading up to WalMart and all the way to Plaza Carolina. Every store, restaurant, and service is represented and now the mall in Carolina is about an hour and a half away.
The first thing we did was get a telephone so that we could make calls at a reasonable rate. Then we tried to find the Mexican restaurant we'd been telling our friends about to make reservations for dinner. We thought it was called Lolita's but when we found Lolita's, we recognized it as once being a little hole in the wall that served great food. It has since tripled in size and is a fashionable restaurant now. The one we had been looking for was Mona's. The hill top where it was located has been leveled off and now there are hundreds of condos overlooking the ocean. We were able to locate the West Marine, a Home Depot, a WalMart, and the sail loft but we'll have to wait until another time to visit those stores.
We had been invited to cocktails and hors d'oeuvres for this evening on St. Christopher, one of the boats here at Roosey to meet all of the other 'live aboards'. So we rushed back to join them for an hour or so before we returned to pick up the crews from DocNoMore and MTNest for a Valentine's dinner at Lolita's. We met two other couples, Chris & Jeff on Dawn Trader and Shirley & Jack on DeDeMau, both of whom have been cruising for some time and are now on their way back to the States.
There's something about having a car these days that means packing as much as you possibly can in the 24 hours that you have it. Tomorrow we'll pick up DocNoMore and MTNest at 6:30am to take them to the airport. Then we'll head over to Ft. Buchanan to run through the PX before we have to take the car back. Dale promised to check into some of the weekend specials that car rentals have, so that we can finish off some of our projects.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
Prior to renting a car today, we hitched a ride with some of our boat neighbors to the bowling alley and finally were able to upload our posts. I also tried to get caught up on paying some of our bills electronically and promptly locked myself out of one of my accounts. Without a telephone, I couldn't call the bank to ask them to reset my password and going back to the boat to use the sat phone, I'm couldn't access the internet to find out what I was doing wrong. A modern catch-22.
Since, we had to rent a car to take DocNoMore and MTNest to the airport tomorrow, we took advantage of the situation. First we checked in with them to make sure everything was still a go and suggested meeting for dinner to celebrate Valentine's Day, then took off to make sure we still knew how to get around this side of the island.
For those of you reading this that were stationed here at the same time we were, you wouldn't believe the changes. Back then, if you saw something you thought you might have a need for in the next 6 months, you were advised to pick it up, as you might not see it again when you did need it. If it couldn't be found on base, I had to travel to the nearest mall in Carolina, about an hour away. I was in hog heaven when they built a WalMart a few miles outside of the gates of the base. Today, there are strip malls leading up to WalMart and all the way to Plaza Carolina. Every store, restaurant, and service is represented and now the mall in Carolina is about an hour and a half away.
The first thing we did was get a telephone so that we could make calls at a reasonable rate. Then we tried to find the Mexican restaurant we'd been telling our friends about to make reservations for dinner. We thought it was called Lolita's but when we found Lolita's, we recognized it as once being a little hole in the wall that served great food. It has since tripled in size and is a fashionable restaurant now. The one we had been looking for was Mona's. The hill top where it was located has been leveled off and now there are hundreds of condos overlooking the ocean. We were able to locate the West Marine, a Home Depot, a WalMart, and the sail loft but we'll have to wait until another time to visit those stores.
We had been invited to cocktails and hors d'oeuvres for this evening on St. Christopher, one of the boats here at Roosey to meet all of the other 'live aboards'. So we rushed back to join them for an hour or so before we returned to pick up the crews from DocNoMore and MTNest for a Valentine's dinner at Lolita's. We met two other couples, Chris & Jeff on Dawn Trader and Shirley & Jack on DeDeMau, both of whom have been cruising for some time and are now on their way back to the States.
There's something about having a car these days that means packing as much as you possibly can in the 24 hours that you have it. Tomorrow we'll pick up DocNoMore and MTNest at 6:30am to take them to the airport. Then we'll head over to Ft. Buchanan to run through the PX before we have to take the car back. Dale promised to check into some of the weekend specials that car rentals have, so that we can finish off some of our projects.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We sailed away from our anchorage at Green Beach and pointed our bow towards Roosey Roads. Approaching from Vieques, there were a few changes that we noticed right away. A new commercial fuel dock that was only in its construction phase when we left here. There were new barracks that we could see on the hill that we didn't recognize. The mooring field in the harbor appeared to be larger than we remembered and the slips have been greatly improved.
We radioed ahead to the harbor master for permission to enter the harbor and when we were granted authorization, the next radio transmission was to the marina, who told us to take whatever slip we wanted. We took one that, if it isn't our old one, it's very near it. There were quite a few boats here; all at slips. Water, electricity, showers and the laundry room were included in the slip fees.
After washing the Palace off and doing our laundry, we pulled out our bicycles and headed towards the bowling alley to upload these posts. Unfortunately, the bowling alley, where the internet access is located, is only open on Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings and the small restaurant associated with the bowling alley is only open from 9am - 2pm the rest of the time. We'll pedal in again tomorrow to try once more.
We've lived here from 1991-1994, when this base was working at full capacity. Now, although all of the lawns are still well maintained and all of the bougainvillea and hibiscus are still vibrantly blooming, the atmosphere is surreal. The road leading to the opposite side of the base where the Officer's Club and golf course were and the road leading to the high school and Officer housing are blocked off with signs warning that special permission is required to travel beyond the barriers. The Navy Lodge, the new commissary, the old exchange and all of the little shops associated with it stand empty. The hospital is empty, all of the barracks are empty, the schools are closed; the MacDonalds is abandoned. The post office is still functional but on a limited basis. No traffic. No people. Total quiet. We understand that there are only 15 or so people left as security for the area but, supposedly, only the Commanding Officer is living on base. Other than that, we are only one of a handful of 'live-a-boards' who are the only other residents of this base. The remaining boats are stored here.
Being here brought back so many happy memories. Dale and I speculated as to what it would take to live here again. His retirement would cover the boat payment and the slip fees. Our cruising kitty would cover food and fuel for a while. It's the insurance we having a hard time with. Oh well, looks like one of us will have to go back to work; at least part time. I believe that's called locum tenems.
At least for now, we're going to be here for a few weeks. I'll try to keep the posts interesting.
18.14.009N
65.37.581W
We sailed away from our anchorage at Green Beach and pointed our bow towards Roosey Roads. Approaching from Vieques, there were a few changes that we noticed right away. A new commercial fuel dock that was only in its construction phase when we left here. There were new barracks that we could see on the hill that we didn't recognize. The mooring field in the harbor appeared to be larger than we remembered and the slips have been greatly improved.
We radioed ahead to the harbor master for permission to enter the harbor and when we were granted authorization, the next radio transmission was to the marina, who told us to take whatever slip we wanted. We took one that, if it isn't our old one, it's very near it. There were quite a few boats here; all at slips. Water, electricity, showers and the laundry room were included in the slip fees.
After washing the Palace off and doing our laundry, we pulled out our bicycles and headed towards the bowling alley to upload these posts. Unfortunately, the bowling alley, where the internet access is located, is only open on Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings and the small restaurant associated with the bowling alley is only open from 9am - 2pm the rest of the time. We'll pedal in again tomorrow to try once more.
We've lived here from 1991-1994, when this base was working at full capacity. Now, although all of the lawns are still well maintained and all of the bougainvillea and hibiscus are still vibrantly blooming, the atmosphere is surreal. The road leading to the opposite side of the base where the Officer's Club and golf course were and the road leading to the high school and Officer housing are blocked off with signs warning that special permission is required to travel beyond the barriers. The Navy Lodge, the new commissary, the old exchange and all of the little shops associated with it stand empty. The hospital is empty, all of the barracks are empty, the schools are closed; the MacDonalds is abandoned. The post office is still functional but on a limited basis. No traffic. No people. Total quiet. We understand that there are only 15 or so people left as security for the area but, supposedly, only the Commanding Officer is living on base. Other than that, we are only one of a handful of 'live-a-boards' who are the only other residents of this base. The remaining boats are stored here.
Being here brought back so many happy memories. Dale and I speculated as to what it would take to live here again. His retirement would cover the boat payment and the slip fees. Our cruising kitty would cover food and fuel for a while. It's the insurance we having a hard time with. Oh well, looks like one of us will have to go back to work; at least part time. I believe that's called locum tenems.
At least for now, we're going to be here for a few weeks. I'll try to keep the posts interesting.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Green Beach, Vieques
18.06.976N
65.34.639W
This morning while Dale cranked the anchor up, I pulled out the main and we sailed away from our anchorage. We haven't done that in a long time. By the time we left the bay, we were sailing at 7.8 kts. In monohull speed, that's flying. We turned out of the bay and started surfing down the waves with 18-20kts of wind coming from behind us to push us along. What a blast! Later when we turned the corner of Vieques and headed to Green Beach, it was a beam reach, so the cats screamed along at 10 and 11 kts and we brought up the rear with our 7-8 kts. Considering we are traveling with catamarans, I thought we made a respectable presentation.
Green Beach is definitely a home coming of sorts. We used to sail here on weekends or even long afternoons, if we could get away. It's more lush than I remember but we figure that its because we were stationed here shortly after Hurricane Hugo swept through and more than likely cleared away a lot of the brush.
As its the weekend, there were about 20 or so powerboats here but without the blaring music that we remember associated with them. DocNoMore & MTNest explored the beach area while Dale & I sat on our boat reminiscing. We invited them over in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day listening and discussing our eclectic collection of music. I made a big pot of jambalaya for dinner which we ate at sun down while listening to Mike play his sax. It was a beautiful day no matter which way you looked at it.
We look forward to seeing our old home, Naval Station Roosevelt Roads, tomorrow.
18.06.976N
65.34.639W
This morning while Dale cranked the anchor up, I pulled out the main and we sailed away from our anchorage. We haven't done that in a long time. By the time we left the bay, we were sailing at 7.8 kts. In monohull speed, that's flying. We turned out of the bay and started surfing down the waves with 18-20kts of wind coming from behind us to push us along. What a blast! Later when we turned the corner of Vieques and headed to Green Beach, it was a beam reach, so the cats screamed along at 10 and 11 kts and we brought up the rear with our 7-8 kts. Considering we are traveling with catamarans, I thought we made a respectable presentation.
Green Beach is definitely a home coming of sorts. We used to sail here on weekends or even long afternoons, if we could get away. It's more lush than I remember but we figure that its because we were stationed here shortly after Hurricane Hugo swept through and more than likely cleared away a lot of the brush.
As its the weekend, there were about 20 or so powerboats here but without the blaring music that we remember associated with them. DocNoMore & MTNest explored the beach area while Dale & I sat on our boat reminiscing. We invited them over in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day listening and discussing our eclectic collection of music. I made a big pot of jambalaya for dinner which we ate at sun down while listening to Mike play his sax. It was a beautiful day no matter which way you looked at it.
We look forward to seeing our old home, Naval Station Roosevelt Roads, tomorrow.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Sun Bay, Vieques
18.05.540N
65.27.381W
Happy Birthday Geri! We hope you had a wonderful day.
The group decided to stay an extra day at Sun Bay so today we toured the various gift shops to see some of the local artisans' work. Unfortunately, the items I was drawn to were made in China. We explored the town to find the local Catholic Church for Mike &Terri, found some interesting fruit trees that we couldn't identify, then walked along the beach back to our dinghies to return to our boats.
For some reason or other the swell at Sun Bay has been particularly troublesome. Each time we've landed our dinghies, we've all had to time our approaches, then pull the dinghies out quickly before they were swamped. Over the last two days, each one of us has had to bail our dinghies out to some degree. Suddenly, I'm wearing two and three changes of clothing a day and not because I want to.
Tomorrow we'll head to Green Beach, our old weekend get away from when we were stationed at Roosey.
18.05.540N
65.27.381W
Happy Birthday Geri! We hope you had a wonderful day.
The group decided to stay an extra day at Sun Bay so today we toured the various gift shops to see some of the local artisans' work. Unfortunately, the items I was drawn to were made in China. We explored the town to find the local Catholic Church for Mike &Terri, found some interesting fruit trees that we couldn't identify, then walked along the beach back to our dinghies to return to our boats.
For some reason or other the swell at Sun Bay has been particularly troublesome. Each time we've landed our dinghies, we've all had to time our approaches, then pull the dinghies out quickly before they were swamped. Over the last two days, each one of us has had to bail our dinghies out to some degree. Suddenly, I'm wearing two and three changes of clothing a day and not because I want to.
Tomorrow we'll head to Green Beach, our old weekend get away from when we were stationed at Roosey.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Sun Bay, Vieques
18.05.540N
65.27.381W
We waved goodbye to Mac at 6:45am as we pulled out of Palmas del Mar Harbor and turned our bows toward Sun Bay on Vieques. We have been telling everyone about the great phosphorescent bay near there where we used to take our children when they were younger and couldn't wait to show them in person. We'd heard that the locals are now making tours to the bay and discouraging boaters from entering on their own but we thought we'd just wait until after dark and give it a shot anyway.
We had a great transit across to Vieques and anchored by 10:15 am in Sun Bay which is beautifully accented by a long, white sand, crescent shaped beach. Incredibly, we had the bay to ourselves while the next bay down, Puerto Real, was rather crowded.
At lunchtime, we dinghied to the almost deserted beach and walked the short distance to the little seaside village of Esperanza, which has become quite the little tourist town. Scooters, kayaks and jet ski rentals were everywhere; gift shops and restaurants were peppered in between. Photo-ops along the wide cobblestone walkway bordering the beach appeared by every palm tree as you looked out at the sea with the mountains in the distance. We stopped for some of the famous burgers at the Bananas Bar & Grill (which we paid premium prices for) before returning to our respective boats.
Dale took the opportunity to put the two zinks on the shaft while we were anchored in clear water. The remaining zink that had been on our shaft was now completely gone, so it was good timing. With us using two zinks every six months, we'll make sure to have a few in our inventory before we leave Puerto Rico.
The full moon was already up when evening came and we joined everyone on MTNest. Mike played his sundown sax melodies before we sat down to a wonderful pork chop dinner. About 8 pm, we divided ourselves into two groups of 3; Elaine, Dale and I in one boat and Mike, Terri and Roger in the second, for the ride over to Mosquito Bay, the official name of the phosphorescent bay.
As I mentioned earlier, Dale and I have done this a couple of times before. We know that it can be a wild ride if the wind is up but since all was quiet in the bay, we hoped that the small swell in the bay would be all that we'd encounter. Of course, a small swell in the bay means a large swell outside of the bay and our one mile dinghy ride turned into one of the water rides amusement parks yearn for. Dale tried to minimize the splash by taking the waves at an angle but then we ended up getting closer to the rocks we were trying to avoid. Eventually, we made it around the last rocky outcropping, soaked to the skin, and turned into the bay.
Once again, the conditions calmed and by the time we entered through the narrow into the phosphorescent bay, it was flat and glassy. We turned off our outboard light and kept going. And going. And going, and going, and going. Did I mention that it was a full moon? In the past, I remembered that the glow from the fish movement would be a green glow when there was any moon showing and a neon blue glow without any light. What little we could see tonight was pale white and hard to discern from just the moonlight shining on our own wake. Needless to say, it was 'much ado about nothing' and a total bust. Thank heavens the ride back was an exhilarating surf and much, much quicker. However, we felt for Elaine knowing that Roger was going to be crumbling for some time about Mr. Toad's Wet & Wild Ride. If their dinghy was anything like ours, it took almost 10 minutes for the water to empty out when we got back.
18.05.540N
65.27.381W
We waved goodbye to Mac at 6:45am as we pulled out of Palmas del Mar Harbor and turned our bows toward Sun Bay on Vieques. We have been telling everyone about the great phosphorescent bay near there where we used to take our children when they were younger and couldn't wait to show them in person. We'd heard that the locals are now making tours to the bay and discouraging boaters from entering on their own but we thought we'd just wait until after dark and give it a shot anyway.
We had a great transit across to Vieques and anchored by 10:15 am in Sun Bay which is beautifully accented by a long, white sand, crescent shaped beach. Incredibly, we had the bay to ourselves while the next bay down, Puerto Real, was rather crowded.
At lunchtime, we dinghied to the almost deserted beach and walked the short distance to the little seaside village of Esperanza, which has become quite the little tourist town. Scooters, kayaks and jet ski rentals were everywhere; gift shops and restaurants were peppered in between. Photo-ops along the wide cobblestone walkway bordering the beach appeared by every palm tree as you looked out at the sea with the mountains in the distance. We stopped for some of the famous burgers at the Bananas Bar & Grill (which we paid premium prices for) before returning to our respective boats.
Dale took the opportunity to put the two zinks on the shaft while we were anchored in clear water. The remaining zink that had been on our shaft was now completely gone, so it was good timing. With us using two zinks every six months, we'll make sure to have a few in our inventory before we leave Puerto Rico.
The full moon was already up when evening came and we joined everyone on MTNest. Mike played his sundown sax melodies before we sat down to a wonderful pork chop dinner. About 8 pm, we divided ourselves into two groups of 3; Elaine, Dale and I in one boat and Mike, Terri and Roger in the second, for the ride over to Mosquito Bay, the official name of the phosphorescent bay.
As I mentioned earlier, Dale and I have done this a couple of times before. We know that it can be a wild ride if the wind is up but since all was quiet in the bay, we hoped that the small swell in the bay would be all that we'd encounter. Of course, a small swell in the bay means a large swell outside of the bay and our one mile dinghy ride turned into one of the water rides amusement parks yearn for. Dale tried to minimize the splash by taking the waves at an angle but then we ended up getting closer to the rocks we were trying to avoid. Eventually, we made it around the last rocky outcropping, soaked to the skin, and turned into the bay.
Once again, the conditions calmed and by the time we entered through the narrow into the phosphorescent bay, it was flat and glassy. We turned off our outboard light and kept going. And going. And going, and going, and going. Did I mention that it was a full moon? In the past, I remembered that the glow from the fish movement would be a green glow when there was any moon showing and a neon blue glow without any light. What little we could see tonight was pale white and hard to discern from just the moonlight shining on our own wake. Needless to say, it was 'much ado about nothing' and a total bust. Thank heavens the ride back was an exhilarating surf and much, much quicker. However, we felt for Elaine knowing that Roger was going to be crumbling for some time about Mr. Toad's Wet & Wild Ride. If their dinghy was anything like ours, it took almost 10 minutes for the water to empty out when we got back.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Palmas del Mar, PR
18.04.680N
65.47.765W
Happy 50th Birthday Nicky! I hope you celebrated in a new red hat.
Dale is certainly getting a work out each morning as he cranks in the anchor chain. We had a nice motor sail to Palmas del Mar, tacking back and forth for a little extra assistance from the wind. As we turned from the south coast to the east coast of Puerto Rico, we were welcomed with steady winds off the starboard bow and dropped anchor about 4 hours later in the jetty protected harbor. Unfortunately, it doesn't protect us from all of the swell.
We quickly showered and changed into our yachtie attire (polo shirts and nice shorts) to see if we could locate Mac & Marie. We were in luck, we were able to find their telephone number in the book but they weren't at home. We looked around the few shops and restaurants, checked out the property values in the area at the local real estate office, then returned to the Palace.
We had missed DocNoMore and MTNest when they went exploring but when they radioed later, we thought we'd give Mac & Marie one more call before we headed in to meet the crew. This time we made contact and agreed to meet them at 5:30. As it turned out, we were anchored about 100 yards off their back patio.
We had a great visit and learned that Roosey's future is still unknown. They told us the hospital is vacant but is still being air conditioned to preserve its recent renovation with hopes that it can be used as a VA hospital. Apparently, the only services remaining are the marina, a tiny mini-mart associated with the marina and the bowling alley. Rumors abound regarding the fate of Roosey but we certainly hope that the Coast Guard or Army can take it under their protection.
They also told us that the anchorage that faces the sea behind their home is slated to become a marina with over a 100 slips. Needless to say, the homeowners aren't happy about the proposition.
Mike serenaded us on his sax from the top of his boat and many of the homeowners along the harbor came out to applaud.
Since DocNoMore and MTNest don't have to be in Fajardo until Monday, we have suggested a quick trip to Vieques to see the phosphorescent bay.
Dale and I sort of have the feeling of coming home. We're anxious to get to Roosey but a quick cruise to our old stomping grounds will be nice too.
18.04.680N
65.47.765W
Happy 50th Birthday Nicky! I hope you celebrated in a new red hat.
Dale is certainly getting a work out each morning as he cranks in the anchor chain. We had a nice motor sail to Palmas del Mar, tacking back and forth for a little extra assistance from the wind. As we turned from the south coast to the east coast of Puerto Rico, we were welcomed with steady winds off the starboard bow and dropped anchor about 4 hours later in the jetty protected harbor. Unfortunately, it doesn't protect us from all of the swell.
We quickly showered and changed into our yachtie attire (polo shirts and nice shorts) to see if we could locate Mac & Marie. We were in luck, we were able to find their telephone number in the book but they weren't at home. We looked around the few shops and restaurants, checked out the property values in the area at the local real estate office, then returned to the Palace.
We had missed DocNoMore and MTNest when they went exploring but when they radioed later, we thought we'd give Mac & Marie one more call before we headed in to meet the crew. This time we made contact and agreed to meet them at 5:30. As it turned out, we were anchored about 100 yards off their back patio.
We had a great visit and learned that Roosey's future is still unknown. They told us the hospital is vacant but is still being air conditioned to preserve its recent renovation with hopes that it can be used as a VA hospital. Apparently, the only services remaining are the marina, a tiny mini-mart associated with the marina and the bowling alley. Rumors abound regarding the fate of Roosey but we certainly hope that the Coast Guard or Army can take it under their protection.
They also told us that the anchorage that faces the sea behind their home is slated to become a marina with over a 100 slips. Needless to say, the homeowners aren't happy about the proposition.
Mike serenaded us on his sax from the top of his boat and many of the homeowners along the harbor came out to applaud.
Since DocNoMore and MTNest don't have to be in Fajardo until Monday, we have suggested a quick trip to Vieques to see the phosphorescent bay.
Dale and I sort of have the feeling of coming home. We're anxious to get to Roosey but a quick cruise to our old stomping grounds will be nice too.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Puerto Patillas
17.58.517N
66.00.012W
I'd like to say that we hoisted anchor and left in the dawn as usual, however, the windless hadn't improved with Dale's labor and he was forced to retrieve it manually cranking it in 6-8" at a time. With 100 or so feet out, it took time.
We tacked our way back and forth through the wind that was constantly on our nose the entire length of our trip which was made more interesting with the occasional rain cloud and 4-6' seas. After 4 hours, we anchored in Punta Patilla where we rocked and rolled for the rest of the day and where it doesn't appear to be letting up anytime soon.
We'll be heading to Palmas del Mar tomorrow. With any kind of luck, we'll be able to locate Gordon & Marie MacDonald. Mac was also stationed at Roosey's hospital when Dale was there and retired to Palmas.
17.58.517N
66.00.012W
I'd like to say that we hoisted anchor and left in the dawn as usual, however, the windless hadn't improved with Dale's labor and he was forced to retrieve it manually cranking it in 6-8" at a time. With 100 or so feet out, it took time.
We tacked our way back and forth through the wind that was constantly on our nose the entire length of our trip which was made more interesting with the occasional rain cloud and 4-6' seas. After 4 hours, we anchored in Punta Patilla where we rocked and rolled for the rest of the day and where it doesn't appear to be letting up anytime soon.
We'll be heading to Palmas del Mar tomorrow. With any kind of luck, we'll be able to locate Gordon & Marie MacDonald. Mac was also stationed at Roosey's hospital when Dale was there and retired to Palmas.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Salinas, PR
17.57.383N
6617.539W
DocNoMore and MTNest slipped in and anchored before we poked our noses out of the boat today. We all had our little projects we wanted to complete and pretty much went our separate ways, meeting for lunch accidentally, then off again in different directions.
Dale tore apart the windless and greased the various wheels that looked like they needed it. He said that the motor ran great as long as there was no load put on it but even adding the wheels without any load seemed to slow it down. We won't know until tomorrow morning at 6:30 whether his maintenance helped or not. Our list for West Marine in Fajardo is getting longer and longer.
In checking our e-mails today, we learned that Chuck McLaughlin and his wife, Judy, will be in Fajardo in March. Chuck, Judy and Dale were all stationed at the hospital in Roosevelt Roads together 12 years ago. Dale crewed on Chuck's boat, Aggressive, for a couple of races and Chuck offered him a chance to race again in March. Dale's mulling over whether we can do everything we'd like and still make it south before hurricane season. In any event, we look forward to seeing Chuck & Judy again.
Tomorrow we head out for Puerto Patilla and will keep side stepping our way around the island until we get to Roosey Roads.
17.57.383N
6617.539W
DocNoMore and MTNest slipped in and anchored before we poked our noses out of the boat today. We all had our little projects we wanted to complete and pretty much went our separate ways, meeting for lunch accidentally, then off again in different directions.
Dale tore apart the windless and greased the various wheels that looked like they needed it. He said that the motor ran great as long as there was no load put on it but even adding the wheels without any load seemed to slow it down. We won't know until tomorrow morning at 6:30 whether his maintenance helped or not. Our list for West Marine in Fajardo is getting longer and longer.
In checking our e-mails today, we learned that Chuck McLaughlin and his wife, Judy, will be in Fajardo in March. Chuck, Judy and Dale were all stationed at the hospital in Roosevelt Roads together 12 years ago. Dale crewed on Chuck's boat, Aggressive, for a couple of races and Chuck offered him a chance to race again in March. Dale's mulling over whether we can do everything we'd like and still make it south before hurricane season. In any event, we look forward to seeing Chuck & Judy again.
Tomorrow we head out for Puerto Patilla and will keep side stepping our way around the island until we get to Roosey Roads.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Salinas, PR
17.57.383N
6617.539W
Dale and I left Ponce before everyone else did today and ended up being the only boat to make it to Salinas before the winds made it impossible. As it was, we got caught out in them and ended up breaking a couple of attachments to our dinghy from all of the gyrations. It really didn't feel that rough but obviously it must have been more than what we normally encounter.
It took us a couple of tries to anchor in the mud and the last time Dale retrieved the anchor, the windless started grinding in a most distressful manner. He thinks that it only needs lubricating and will tear it apart tomorrow to accomplish this.
Once we were certain that we were securely anchored, Dale was able to find a marine store within walking distance where he purchased the pieces and parts needed to fix the dinghy attachments. He was also able to purchase a couple of zinks. We've been eating zinks recently and after consulting his books on the matter, he decided that it is the result of adding the copper dynaplate required for a single side band radio, near the steel shaft thus creating an electrical current between the two, forcing the two zinks to eat their little hearts out keeping an equilibrium. As he sees no way around this, we'll just have to keep a supply of zinks on hand to counteract the electrolysis.
DocNoMore and MTNest left about an hour to an hour and a half after us and ended up having to take shelter at Caja de Muertos, a small island half way between Ponce and Salinas. They were being slammed too hard by the afternoon winds and waves to continue on. When we last spoke, they anticipated an early morning transit to catch up. This means we'll be staying an extra day here. But!!! Salinas has WiFi, so you know what I'll be doing tomorrow.
17.57.383N
6617.539W
Dale and I left Ponce before everyone else did today and ended up being the only boat to make it to Salinas before the winds made it impossible. As it was, we got caught out in them and ended up breaking a couple of attachments to our dinghy from all of the gyrations. It really didn't feel that rough but obviously it must have been more than what we normally encounter.
It took us a couple of tries to anchor in the mud and the last time Dale retrieved the anchor, the windless started grinding in a most distressful manner. He thinks that it only needs lubricating and will tear it apart tomorrow to accomplish this.
Once we were certain that we were securely anchored, Dale was able to find a marine store within walking distance where he purchased the pieces and parts needed to fix the dinghy attachments. He was also able to purchase a couple of zinks. We've been eating zinks recently and after consulting his books on the matter, he decided that it is the result of adding the copper dynaplate required for a single side band radio, near the steel shaft thus creating an electrical current between the two, forcing the two zinks to eat their little hearts out keeping an equilibrium. As he sees no way around this, we'll just have to keep a supply of zinks on hand to counteract the electrolysis.
DocNoMore and MTNest left about an hour to an hour and a half after us and ended up having to take shelter at Caja de Muertos, a small island half way between Ponce and Salinas. They were being slammed too hard by the afternoon winds and waves to continue on. When we last spoke, they anticipated an early morning transit to catch up. This means we'll be staying an extra day here. But!!! Salinas has WiFi, so you know what I'll be doing tomorrow.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Ponce, PR
17.57.881N
66.37.043W
We were supposed to visit the art museum and the sugar plantation mansions today, but I have been fighting a nasty headache for the last few days and today, it got the better of me and developed into a cold. Dale and I stayed back while the rest went sightseeing. They returned in time to watch the Super Bowl and Dale joined them up at the lounge area for the evening. I am drinking lots of water and sleeping.
17.57.881N
66.37.043W
We were supposed to visit the art museum and the sugar plantation mansions today, but I have been fighting a nasty headache for the last few days and today, it got the better of me and developed into a cold. Dale and I stayed back while the rest went sightseeing. They returned in time to watch the Super Bowl and Dale joined them up at the lounge area for the evening. I am drinking lots of water and sleeping.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Ponce, PR
17.57.881N
66.37.043W
Today we marveled at man and nature's awesome creations. We visited the Rio Camuy Caves and the radio telescope both located in Arecibo.
We crossed over the island from the south to the north, along a modern highway, over the mountain system, until it gave way to a small rural road that wound its way down through the subtropical forests to the bottom. We stopped for the construction that was building a giant bridge that would someday cut the distance in half but would also bypass the beauty we saw by traveling an arms length from the plants and people of the island itself. I was delighted to see that Puerto Rico is much cleaner that I remembered it to be 12 years ago when we were stationed here with the Navy.
The Rio Camuy Caves have only recently (the last 30 years) been available as a tourist destination. Obviously they were developed over thousands and thousands of years ago. The indigenous Indian tribes knew of their existence and used the caves for protection during the hurricanes of long ago. Then for the longest time, the caves were located on private property until the 1950's; my guess is that when the two major highways were built over them they were once again, "discovered". Anyway, it took 30 years to explore and develop the caves into the tourist attraction that they are today while preserving their natural beauty. The portion that you could once repel down into has been closed as the tour guides started developing lung problems from a fungus growing at the lower portions of the site.
What we were able to see, was phenomenal. It appeared to be only one cave that we were allowed to visit but the sheer size alone was extraordinary. There were stalactites and stalagmites and the ones that met in the middle were called columns. The ones that came down like icing on a cake were called drapes and the semi-liquid ones that might come down on your shoulders were called bat guano. At the very bottom was a river that was described be the world's 3rd largest underground river. Concealed lighting was used to illuminate various points of interest without loosing the sensation of being underground. Where the two natural openings where located, the tropical forest once again dropped its seeds and vegetation tried to gain a foothold.
When we reemerged, we sought out the Arecibo radio telescope, the largest in the world. I was kind of disappointed in this attraction as it didn't have any guides that we might have asked questions. What information was provided only added to my curiosity.
The radio telescope is used 24/7 for various scientific projects but there was no one to ask how many projects are being worked on, how many scientists can the location host (they can live on the premises), what have been some of their more interesting discoveries? What are they working on now? I suppose it didn't really matter, Dale and I were the only ones truly interested in seeing it. Roger & Mike fell asleep during the movie portion of the presentation and I don't think the other ladies were interested in astronomy.
One really cool presentation were the sphere's along the path leading up to the radio telescope. It started with a golden orb about the size of a basketball located in the parking lot representing the sun. Then along the path, each of the planets were depicted by a silver orb in relation to its distance from the sun. The first four were relatively close, the fifth at the top of the stairs, the next was located on one of the columns supporting the radio telescope. The next would have to be placed at the end of the island and Pluto, would have to be placed in Hawaii. Absolutely mind boggling when you think we're one of the smaller galaxies in the universe.
When you start thinking about both of the attractions, the caves and the radio telescope, side-by-side on a small island, one representing the past, the other the future, it's astounding in so many directions.
17.57.881N
66.37.043W
Today we marveled at man and nature's awesome creations. We visited the Rio Camuy Caves and the radio telescope both located in Arecibo.
We crossed over the island from the south to the north, along a modern highway, over the mountain system, until it gave way to a small rural road that wound its way down through the subtropical forests to the bottom. We stopped for the construction that was building a giant bridge that would someday cut the distance in half but would also bypass the beauty we saw by traveling an arms length from the plants and people of the island itself. I was delighted to see that Puerto Rico is much cleaner that I remembered it to be 12 years ago when we were stationed here with the Navy.
The Rio Camuy Caves have only recently (the last 30 years) been available as a tourist destination. Obviously they were developed over thousands and thousands of years ago. The indigenous Indian tribes knew of their existence and used the caves for protection during the hurricanes of long ago. Then for the longest time, the caves were located on private property until the 1950's; my guess is that when the two major highways were built over them they were once again, "discovered". Anyway, it took 30 years to explore and develop the caves into the tourist attraction that they are today while preserving their natural beauty. The portion that you could once repel down into has been closed as the tour guides started developing lung problems from a fungus growing at the lower portions of the site.
What we were able to see, was phenomenal. It appeared to be only one cave that we were allowed to visit but the sheer size alone was extraordinary. There were stalactites and stalagmites and the ones that met in the middle were called columns. The ones that came down like icing on a cake were called drapes and the semi-liquid ones that might come down on your shoulders were called bat guano. At the very bottom was a river that was described be the world's 3rd largest underground river. Concealed lighting was used to illuminate various points of interest without loosing the sensation of being underground. Where the two natural openings where located, the tropical forest once again dropped its seeds and vegetation tried to gain a foothold.
When we reemerged, we sought out the Arecibo radio telescope, the largest in the world. I was kind of disappointed in this attraction as it didn't have any guides that we might have asked questions. What information was provided only added to my curiosity.
The radio telescope is used 24/7 for various scientific projects but there was no one to ask how many projects are being worked on, how many scientists can the location host (they can live on the premises), what have been some of their more interesting discoveries? What are they working on now? I suppose it didn't really matter, Dale and I were the only ones truly interested in seeing it. Roger & Mike fell asleep during the movie portion of the presentation and I don't think the other ladies were interested in astronomy.
One really cool presentation were the sphere's along the path leading up to the radio telescope. It started with a golden orb about the size of a basketball located in the parking lot representing the sun. Then along the path, each of the planets were depicted by a silver orb in relation to its distance from the sun. The first four were relatively close, the fifth at the top of the stairs, the next was located on one of the columns supporting the radio telescope. The next would have to be placed at the end of the island and Pluto, would have to be placed in Hawaii. Absolutely mind boggling when you think we're one of the smaller galaxies in the universe.
When you start thinking about both of the attractions, the caves and the radio telescope, side-by-side on a small island, one representing the past, the other the future, it's astounding in so many directions.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Ponce, PR
17.57.881N
66.37.043W
Once again we rose with the sun to make our way through the reefs and on to Ponce. We entered the harbor to find that Romance and Nicolini, who had traveled with us from Luperon, had arrived before us. Nicolini must have passed us while we were in Gilligan's Island, as we had left them in Boqueron.
We each took our turn at the fuel docks and then took slips. Roger and Mike were impressed that I was at the helm not only when we pulled into the fuel pier, but also when we pulled into the slip. All of the women are at the helm during our anchoring exploits and we all stand our own watches, but we see don't see the ladies at the helm pulling into slips very often. Dale and I started off with me at the helm as a safety measure in the event something happened to him, I could bring the boat in myself if I had to. Then, we attended a seminar that Tom Neale presented in which he encouraged the women to be the helmspersons, as the men had the upper body strength to fend off in emergency situations and manhandle spring lines as necessary. This we knew to be true, so we've just sort of left it that way. Anyway, I take acknowledgment when I can get it and today they both had kind words that I appreciated.
The three boats split the cost of renting a minivan and took off to downtown Ponce to see the sights. We found the art museum that DocNoMore wanted to tour. Unfortunately, it was half an hour before closing and they didn't want to purchase the admission for just half an hour. We also found the cathedral that MTNest wanted to see but it was closed, so . . . we went to Walmart. There were lots of little things that we all needed and this was the store to fill the bill.
We finished off the day by walking along the boardwalk outside of the Yacht Club to a Cuban restaurant not far away. We all enjoyed our dinners but the plantains, whether mashed, fried, or sculpted into a bowl for stews, where not making any points with our group.
Tomorrow we're all headed to visit the caves in the center of the island. In the 3 years we lived here previously, I don't recall anything about sightseeing caves. This should be fun.
17.57.881N
66.37.043W
Once again we rose with the sun to make our way through the reefs and on to Ponce. We entered the harbor to find that Romance and Nicolini, who had traveled with us from Luperon, had arrived before us. Nicolini must have passed us while we were in Gilligan's Island, as we had left them in Boqueron.
We each took our turn at the fuel docks and then took slips. Roger and Mike were impressed that I was at the helm not only when we pulled into the fuel pier, but also when we pulled into the slip. All of the women are at the helm during our anchoring exploits and we all stand our own watches, but we see don't see the ladies at the helm pulling into slips very often. Dale and I started off with me at the helm as a safety measure in the event something happened to him, I could bring the boat in myself if I had to. Then, we attended a seminar that Tom Neale presented in which he encouraged the women to be the helmspersons, as the men had the upper body strength to fend off in emergency situations and manhandle spring lines as necessary. This we knew to be true, so we've just sort of left it that way. Anyway, I take acknowledgment when I can get it and today they both had kind words that I appreciated.
The three boats split the cost of renting a minivan and took off to downtown Ponce to see the sights. We found the art museum that DocNoMore wanted to tour. Unfortunately, it was half an hour before closing and they didn't want to purchase the admission for just half an hour. We also found the cathedral that MTNest wanted to see but it was closed, so . . . we went to Walmart. There were lots of little things that we all needed and this was the store to fill the bill.
We finished off the day by walking along the boardwalk outside of the Yacht Club to a Cuban restaurant not far away. We all enjoyed our dinners but the plantains, whether mashed, fried, or sculpted into a bowl for stews, where not making any points with our group.
Tomorrow we're all headed to visit the caves in the center of the island. In the 3 years we lived here previously, I don't recall anything about sightseeing caves. This should be fun.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Gilligan's Island, PR
17.56.837N
66.52.279W
We explored what there was of Gilligan's Island today. Actually, it's just a small island that the park service has turned into picnic areas. It does somewhat resemble the island depicted in the 70's TV show and apparently at one time there was a fisherman than frequented the area that looked like Bob Denver. The best part was snorkeling up one of the mangrove canals and drifting back through another one. When we were done, we had circled the interior of the island. It was educational to see how mangroves grow from the bottom up. The park ranger had given us the heads up last evening about getting there early, so there were lots of small fish to see and of course the ever present barracuda, since we had arrived before the tourist ferries came over and the water was churned up by the vacationers.
We returned and set about cleaning the Palace's hull. Dale and Mike used the hooka to scrape the barnacles and I went behind them with a brush getting the loose dirt. Apparently, there is a remora that has taken a liking to our keel. No matter how much they tried to shoo him away, he was determined to stick around (no pun intended.) I certainly hope this isn't one of the ones that gathered around us in Cambridge Cay and followed us down. If it is, he's come a long way.
We ended the day with a pot luck on DocNoMore and played a couple of rounds of dominos. Since all of the guys were exhausted, we called it an early night.
At first light tomorrow morning, we'll head off to Ponce. The wind that was predicted to stay light until the weekend, has already picked up. Hopefully, this only means that it will be a quick and easy sail.
17.56.837N
66.52.279W
We explored what there was of Gilligan's Island today. Actually, it's just a small island that the park service has turned into picnic areas. It does somewhat resemble the island depicted in the 70's TV show and apparently at one time there was a fisherman than frequented the area that looked like Bob Denver. The best part was snorkeling up one of the mangrove canals and drifting back through another one. When we were done, we had circled the interior of the island. It was educational to see how mangroves grow from the bottom up. The park ranger had given us the heads up last evening about getting there early, so there were lots of small fish to see and of course the ever present barracuda, since we had arrived before the tourist ferries came over and the water was churned up by the vacationers.
We returned and set about cleaning the Palace's hull. Dale and Mike used the hooka to scrape the barnacles and I went behind them with a brush getting the loose dirt. Apparently, there is a remora that has taken a liking to our keel. No matter how much they tried to shoo him away, he was determined to stick around (no pun intended.) I certainly hope this isn't one of the ones that gathered around us in Cambridge Cay and followed us down. If it is, he's come a long way.
We ended the day with a pot luck on DocNoMore and played a couple of rounds of dominos. Since all of the guys were exhausted, we called it an early night.
At first light tomorrow morning, we'll head off to Ponce. The wind that was predicted to stay light until the weekend, has already picked up. Hopefully, this only means that it will be a quick and easy sail.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Gilligan's Island, PR
17.56.837N
66.52.279W
We rose with the sun this morning and after maneuvering our way through the reefs, hoisted sail and turned off the motor. We were the purists in the group and sailed the rest of the trip averaging about 4.5 kts upwind out to the deep water and tacking back in to the reefs along this coast. The two catamarans have a hard time pointing into the wind so they powered their way through to Gilligan's island arriving a whopping 2 hours before us. We probably had a lot more fun.
Once anchored, Dale busied himself cleaning the refrigerator strainer as the refrigerator kept overheating and tripping the circuit. Everything is working beautifully now.
He also dove in to check the bottom of the boat. When we left Luperon, we were told that anything more than a couple of weeks there, you needed to have your bottom cleaned. I have been scrubbing the bottom with a brush the first of each month to try to keep ahead of any serious incrustation. When we left, we could see that we had some growth along the waterline on the side that faces the sun, as well as a plethora of small barnacles on the bottom when the boat rocked. He resurfaced and said that tomorrow we'll be digging out the hooka to clean the bottom as it was worse than he had anticipated.
In case you wondering, a hooka is a diving apparatus that pumps air down to two divers without the need to carry tanks on your back. We can dive to about 40' for sightseeing as long as we carry the battery that powers it in our dinghy above us. We do have to be careful in some of the islands, as it is unlawful to fish using a hooka and it is up to us to prove that we weren't using it unlawfully.
Tomorrow we plan on joining the other two boat crews to explore Gilligan's Island in the morning and snorkel the small lagoon in front of it prior to the tourist boat arriving at 10:30. Then we'll head back to the Palace to scrape her bottom.
17.56.837N
66.52.279W
We rose with the sun this morning and after maneuvering our way through the reefs, hoisted sail and turned off the motor. We were the purists in the group and sailed the rest of the trip averaging about 4.5 kts upwind out to the deep water and tacking back in to the reefs along this coast. The two catamarans have a hard time pointing into the wind so they powered their way through to Gilligan's island arriving a whopping 2 hours before us. We probably had a lot more fun.
Once anchored, Dale busied himself cleaning the refrigerator strainer as the refrigerator kept overheating and tripping the circuit. Everything is working beautifully now.
He also dove in to check the bottom of the boat. When we left Luperon, we were told that anything more than a couple of weeks there, you needed to have your bottom cleaned. I have been scrubbing the bottom with a brush the first of each month to try to keep ahead of any serious incrustation. When we left, we could see that we had some growth along the waterline on the side that faces the sun, as well as a plethora of small barnacles on the bottom when the boat rocked. He resurfaced and said that tomorrow we'll be digging out the hooka to clean the bottom as it was worse than he had anticipated.
In case you wondering, a hooka is a diving apparatus that pumps air down to two divers without the need to carry tanks on your back. We can dive to about 40' for sightseeing as long as we carry the battery that powers it in our dinghy above us. We do have to be careful in some of the islands, as it is unlawful to fish using a hooka and it is up to us to prove that we weren't using it unlawfully.
Tomorrow we plan on joining the other two boat crews to explore Gilligan's Island in the morning and snorkel the small lagoon in front of it prior to the tourist boat arriving at 10:30. Then we'll head back to the Palace to scrape her bottom.
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