5/1/2012 – Make mine a hurricane before I go insane

Today is the first of May which makes it Labor Day or Workers’ Day in much of the world. This entry is dedicated to all of you who are still punching the clock. Keep your chins up. There’s light at the end of the tunnel. You can either bag it now and go cruising with whatever money/boat you have or you can keep plugging away until you can retire with a pension. Either way works and it’s entirely up to you which path you choose. We chose the path of deferred reward by working until we could draw a pension. The trade-off for waiting is that we don’t have to wonder where our next paycheck is coming from. We also don’t have to wonder how long we can maintain this lifestyle since we get the same retirement check whether we’re hiding out in the Sea of Cortez or shoveling snow in Silverton, Oregon. The choice is yours and there are no wrong answers.

Today was the kind of day I dreamed of in the middle of many a rainy January day, waiting to see if the rainfall was going to screw up the raw water turbidity to the extent that I was going to be putting in overtime trying to make drinking water out of mud.

The trailer sailors left this morning and, although another sailboat came in at about the same time, they turned and left shortly afterwards. Must have just been checking things out. So, we still have this bay all to ourselves. We went ashore today to see what’s what. We got some good photos of the beached fishing boat (been beached for years, apparently). Then we looked around to see if we could find a cruisers’ landfill, aka a fire ring. Sure enough, we found several. Went back to the boat and got our garbage, some gas, a few matches, and, just to make it an event, a few beers. You know you’re cruising when you have to burn your garbage because you don’t see dumpsters for weeks at a time. While ashore, Lulu found a perfect, tiny sea urchin shell. I think there’s another name for a sea urchin shell but I can’t conjure it up right now. It’s very fragile so I’m going to try to preserve it in epoxy.

Chores done for the day, we returned to the boat and had pargofish sandwiches for lunch. I queued up a mix on the iPod titled “Ensenada Blanca”. Started out with Margaritaville and then proceeded on to include Bob Marley, The Rolling Stones, Zac Brown Band, Santana, Beatles, etc. Good stuff. Really good stuff. Lulu took her cushion up forward for a little bit of naked sunbathing while I went below and cooked up a pot of beans. The music is blasting and we’re having an exceptionally good afternoon. Looking forward to seeing you all down here sometime If you routinely waste your employer’s time by reading these blogs at work, more power to you and you owe us a couple cervezas when we meet someday. BTW, looking at the blog statistics, it looks like you’re in good company. The hits go way down on the weekends and pick right back up on Mondays.

Here’s to you, future cruisers. It’s five o’clock somewhere. Salud!

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About sryoder

Steve & Lulu... retired. Had enough of the cold wet dreary fall/winter/spring in the Pacific Northwest. Bought a boat, fixed it up, sold our home and sailed to Mexico in November, 2010. Been here ever since except for occasional forays to the States (summer only, thank you) to visit the kids, parents and siblings. If you're looking for a sailing blog, this is the wrong place. This is a traveling, hunkering in, eating blog. Sailing is just how we get from place to place when we can't walk.
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6 Responses to 5/1/2012 – Make mine a hurricane before I go insane

  1. Marilyn (Crutcher) Williams says:

    I look forward to your blog and enjoy every one. Thank you so much for sharing.

  2. In 28 days I’ll be retired. In 30 days the boat will be back in the water with all her new gear. This Summer we’ll be on Long Island Sound. This Fall we’ll be on the Chesapeake and then Thanksgiving in Charleston, SC with good friends. Next winter we’ll be on the Florida ICW, then the Keys, and the Florida Gulf coast. Next Spring we’ll start back North, and be back on Long Island Sound around June-ish. If my lovely Captain and wife likes it, we’ll do it all over again with winter in the Bahamas. After that it will be the Captain’s choice. We’ve been actively working toward this since 1992, and dreamed about it since we both were kids. We’re coming!
    Fair winds & Smooth sailing,
    Elaine & Lawrence Leonard S/V Elle & I 1990 Hunter 35.5

    • sryoder says:

      Right on, Elaine and Lawrence! Soon you’ll be looking around and saying, “Holy crap! We’re actually doing it!” A great feeling.

  3. Tate says:

    Every day I that I go to work and sit down at my desk and open my email, I say to myself before reading them, “This is for the world.”

    Every day I climb into a tight space on our boat to crimp a wire or tighten a hose clamp, I remind myself that its all for the world.

    One far away day.

  4. Ken says:

    It doesn’t always work out. We had to wait until the daughter units finished school. Just after I had the first of three heart attacks. I sure wish I had gone when I was 20.
    Some friends were anchored out in a very remote area. The wife was also enjoying the sun…. until a guy in one of those sit on little boats paddled by and said “well hello”. Said he just kept on paddling. She got a little pink but not from the sun! Ken

  5. Dani says:

    LOL..you’ve called me out Steve. I read you at work, and we are opting to go soon…with enough money to last 3-5 years…maybe more. ha. Depending how many tuna lunches we have now.

    Love that ya’ll are doing it, what a way to live!
    Dani

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