To Seattle

Say it ain't SNOW!

 WHY is there snow on our decks? Why am I so stinking cold? Because its 26 effing degrees Fahrenheit in Victoria, British Columbia and its been snowing, that’s WHY! And our sweet warm weather boat has just been offloaded after shipment from Golfito, Costa Rica to Victoria. I’m sure the boat is in shock and although we’ve been in Vic for a couple days awaiting arrival, and know the forecast,  its still no small irony that this is the coldest day of the year. I was really worried that it had been cold enough, long enough, that our fresh water plumbing might have frozen and some of the copper tubing might have split. That could create a lot of problems.

Oh well......

This all started a few months ago when we realized that we really did not feel like bashing up the west coast of Central America and the USA to get home. We’ve done much of that coast before, some of it several times, and the thrill was gone. When we began this little voyage almost nine years ago I had a sinister ulterior motive in that I wanted to complete a circumnavigation. Then the great pirate panic of 2011 took place and some friends got killed in the Gulf of Aden. We considered many alternatives but ultimately we wanted to cruise the Med and we couldn’t find a practical way to sail the boat to that sea. So we shipped the boat on SevenStar Yacht Transport to Marmaris, Turkey.

Janet at Fish Hook. One of our favorite marinas.

All this is outlined in the blog posts from those years. We have no regrets about that decision but it did mean that a circumnavigation was no longer a possibility. So now, in 2016, with the claim of a circumnavigation no longer at stake the joys of Central America and the Mexican Riviera couldn’t overcome  the unpleasant anticipation of the bash northward against wind and current. SevenStar had a ship heading north with stops in Golfito, LaPaz, Ensenada and Victoria, BC. They dangled a pretty good deal on a shipment all the way to Victoria and we bit.

MV Happy Dynamic arrives in Golfito

So we enjoyed our time in Golfito waiting for the ship. The motor vessel Happy Dynamic, the SevenStar ship,  arrived on time and loading was professional and without incident. We said goodbye to the staff at Fish Hook Marina who were absolutely first class and  had become friends, took a car to San Jose and caught a flight for home. Bye, bye tropical world.

 

Loading, always a tense time.

Home was nice for a week. But too soon we packed some boat stuff into the back of my pickup and headed for Victoria. Stops in Portland to spend a night with friends and Seattle to arrange selling logistics broke up the trip. We took the Victoria Clipper, a big 30 knot catamaran ferry to Vic and settled into a nice hotel to wait for the ship. It was cold! We were not acclimated. Victoria is a lovely town but walking around in 20-30 degree weather when one is used to 90 degrees dissipates  the charm.  Happy Dynamic arrived without undue delay and we were scheduled for an 0900 offload next day. Rather amazingly we were picked up by a launch at 0830, taken over to the ship where Airstream had already been unloaded and we were aboard by 0900. Incredible! Also really nice was the fact that the ocean was staying on the outside of the boat, no leaks, the boat was in good condition, not too dirty, the engine started and the water pipes were not frozen! 

Think chilly!

 With a good weather forecast and the notorious Strait of Juan de Fuca mill pond smooth we just pulled off  the side of the ship and headed across the strait to Port Angeles where we could clear the boat back into the the USA for the first time since April 1st, 2008. That felt rather good I will say. We spent a night in Port Angeles and motored the next day to Port Townsend. Spent a night there and then had a choppy motor against wind and current  to Shilshole Bay Marina in Seattle. A night there and then through the Ballard Canal and locks into Lake Union.  It was a lovely passage. The snow in the mountains of the Olympic Peninsula was a fitting visual climax to the trip. That’s the end of this voyage.

 

Puget Sound in winter.

Sooooo………by GPS we’ve put 29,945 nautical miles on the boat since departing Humboldt Bay. That does not include the estimated 12,000 miles the boat did on the deck of ships from Singapore to Marmaris and from Golfito to Victoria. We’re at a nice convenient slip at Discovery Yacht’s docks on Lake Union and the boat is for sale. Mike and Beth Locatell  who own Discovery Yachts are old friends who we’ve bought two boats through and sold one. Now we hope to sell another soon.

Mike Locatell and Louis Nelson on board

Through the locks

Under and through the bridges

To Lake Union

We’ll be living on the boat until the middle of January. The day it sells will be one of mixed feelings for sure. I intend to post one more blog concerning this little venture. Maybe I’ll have some cruising thoughts sorted out for that one. For now we’re back to thinking about AIRPLANES!

Happy New Year!
Bill & Janet
SV Airstream

Land Travel, Costa Rica!

Hi Everyone,

Danger! Warning! Alert! Do not leave your luscious sweet chocolate brownie uneaten in your luxurious hooch over the sea. Beware, marauding Coatis! Yes folks,  these cute long tailed smoochy faced critters have no respect  for your personal space.

Couatis

You want lovely open air accommodations in the most beautiful and unspoiled wildness of Costa Rica? You learn to take a few precautions. Coatis will walk right in. If you close it they’ll open your sliding screen door.  They’ll go through your bathroom stuff. They will eat your chocolate brownie! Yelling and throwing things  will only get you a snotty look. Where’s my BB gun? A little sting in the behind might prove more effective.

Ferry to Puerto Jimenez, gateway to the Osa

So we’ve been doing some land travel in Costa Rica. Two trips over the past couple weeks. Killing time in a most enjoyable manner. We took a local ferry over to the Osa Peninsula, the wildest and most untraveled part of Costa Rica, and stayed four nights at the Bosque del Cabo Lodge. This place we can give the very highest recommendation. Expensive but gorgeous. Eight hundred and fifty acres of forest property five hundred feet above the very tip of the peninsula.

Our cabana

There are eighteen ‘cabanas’ , all very private, with every luxury and great food. What you will not find in this very isolated place, a forty minute drive over a very rough road from the ferry landing, is entertainment of any kind or night life beyond a drink with fellow guests in the nice bar.

Water fall trail hike

On the beach

 This is a place to walk miles of beach where the only foot prints are your own. Where you have Toucans and Scarlet Macaws in the trees above your deck and where you may have ten Coatis and half a dozen Agoutis in sight at any given time.

Scarlet Macaw

Chestnut Billed Toucan

All four species of monkey found in Costa Rica are common. There are Jaguar, Puma, Ocelot and Margay. We saw no big cats but another couple did have a nice viewing of a Puma stalking an ant eater. Since this is the low season  there were a grand total of eight of us at the lodge. It was one of the nicest places we have ever stayed, anywhere.

Agouti

Bosque del Cabo was a tough act to follow. We laid back a few days on the boat and then took off on a long planned road trip. And road trips in third world countries have a lot more potential danger than any Coati. Perhaps my most death defying travel feat was surviving three months on a motorcycle in Thailand. Costa Rica was nothing like that but the roads vary from decent modern highway to nearly impassable by four wheel drive.

The mighty Terio

The quality of driving is pretty low, not fast, just bad. We rented a small four wheel drive car, a Daihatsu Terio, which is nothing I would recommend for purchase. Its a dog, but it did get us around without failure, crappy tires and all.

San Jose

We drove up to San Jose and spent a night at the Park Inn  Radisson. Very clean and modern with every amenity and a huge corner room. Thank you Radisson. We did a little looking around  in San Jose. The city seemed decent enough but with no real allure. We did have a drink at the Grano de Oro Hotel which is a gorgeous place, an old coffee magnate home,  and where we intend to stay when next in San Jose. From San Jose it was a four hour drive through progressively higher terrain up to Monteverde and the cloud forest national parks. And Monteverde is a very mixed bag type place. I have a feeling its on the Lonely Planet backpackers bucket list. Even in this off season is was bustling  with low end, but over priced, tourist activity. The Arco Iris Hotel where we stayed was quiet with nice grounds and very friendly staff. The countryside is lovely.

Cloud Forest

Our main goal was some hiking in the cloud forest parks. This we did and it was worth the trip. The higher altitude, five to six thousand feet, forest is in cloud most of the time and is a cool rainforest environment. The walks were were full of life.

Turquoise Browed Mot Mot. Note the split tail.

 The flip side of Monteverde is that there is that unpleasant grasping and hustling of the tourist dollar. Costa Rica is an expensive country in general but they really come after you in Monteverde and unlike the Osa, you are not necessarily getting your monies worth. And although most people are nice there’s an undercurrent of ‘screw the damn tourist’ that is not unusual in this kind of place. So Monteverde?? If you really want to go there, OK.

Primary forest

After two days in Monteverde it was back down the coast to the town of Manuel Antonio and the national park by that name. The Velo Bar Hotel was nice and the walks in the coastal forest were interesting. We did have some very nice views of Three Toed Sloths, one with a baby which was very cute. Manuel Antonio is also very much on the tourist trail and much of what applies for Monteverde applies here. But the beaches are broad and firm,  with fine sand and a gentle surf break, very inviting.

Green and Black Poison Dart Frog

White Faced Capuchin

Now we’re hanging out on the boat in the rain. Its been absolutely pouring the last twenty-four hours and may continue forever! Maybe not. But today will be a good day for a couple interior boat jobs. We’ll be here until about the 1st of December when a SevenStar freighter will be  coming through. We’ll load up the boat on that sturdy, we hope, vessel and SHIP IT TO VICTORIA, BC! More on that next blog.

Love to all,
Bill & Janet
SV Airstream

Goofing Off In Golfito

After a tough day in Golfito

Well not entirely “goofing off”.  We do some  boat project every day, maybe two. This may take an entire half hour of semi-intensive labor. Sometimes I actually break into a sweat. Like a couple days ago I rewired the electrical connections for the pressure water pump. This involved scrunching down under the galley sink, replacing four wire terminals and installing a new terminal block. It was hot. It was tight under there. I’ve been resting up ever since. But this morning I cleaned accumulated dirt off the dodger window canvas covers and then cleaned and wiped down the trusty Okuma Titus TG50W2 deep sea fishing reel I haven’t used this year. Note that these labors are usually accomplished in the early AM hours before temperatures begin to rise. 

On the dock at Fish Hook Marina

By mid-afternoon, with a little luck,  the morning cumulus has built into moderate thunderstorms that rain heavily and cool things down just right for a little nap. We usually take a morning walk, Janet wants to get in her 10,000 steps per day, and sometimes afternoons as well. Some afternoons we celebrate by having a big chocolate/vanila ice cream sunday between the two of us. This will hold us until at least 1700 when we decide that dinner must come with at least one ice cold Pilsen or Imperial beer.  And one of the many things the Fish Hook Marina does quite well is serve a hearty meal and a very cold beer. Tonight we’ll watch at least the first innings of the World Series before hitting the sack. Have we been up later than 2130 since we arrived? I think not.

R&R at Fish Hook

All in all life around here is very good. There are a couple extremely scuzzy ex-pat bars but we haven’t been tempted that direction yet. We may be a little bored at times but we have plenty to read thanks to our Kindles. Its quiet but we have have nice boat neighbors who are either fellow cruisers or professional sport fishermen.   The marina staff is very friendly and efficient. Golfito is a center for heavy duty offshore sport fishing with the emphasis on Marlin  and Rooster Fish. The ubiquitous Mahi Mahi and Yellow Fin Tuna are for eating. The other game fishing is almost entirely no-kill.

Our buddy Flocca, the Great Egret

The town itself was once the headquarters for United Fruit Company in Costa Rica and they provided everything from employment to the hospital to schools, etc. When they pulled out in 1985 Golfito had big problems but the sport fishing industry has filled in some of the economic blank spaces. Its a third world place but nice third world. People are exceptionally friendly and there are few security problems. The two main marinas, Banana Bay and Fish Hook,  are very professional.

Flocca and friends fishing

We have wild but almost tame Brown Pelicans and a Great Egret named Flocca that hang around  the boat all day feeding off the Blue Runners that exist in large schools at the docks. That’s always entertaining. There are Scarlet Macaws and Howler Monkeys in the trees. A few days ago we took a very rough road up into the mountains above  Golfito and went zip lining through the forest canopy 120 feet aloft, ten stages of zip lines for over 3000 meters with Squirrel Monkeys, White Faced Monkeys and lots of birds.

Gear down, Janet on short final,  zip lining

 The next big plan is spend a few days at the very highly recommended Bosque del Cabo Lodge  at the tip of the Osa Peninsula, the wildest part of Costa Rica, and hopefully have a some great wildlife viewing. If we can get lucky maybe Jaguar and Ocelot but certainly lots of great birds and beautiful country. There’s no tv at this lodge and no cell coverage and little internet but we will be back on the 8th to watch the election results. Can’t miss all that fun!

Love to all,
Bill & Janet
SV Airstream

Passage to Golfito

Hi Everybody,

On a personal note Sir Fitzroy Maclean, Bt  is one of my “ heros”. In the ‘30s Maclean was a young British diplomat in Paris and found the scene posh but boring. He got himself transferred to Moscow where things were more ‘interesting’, witnessed the Stalinist show trials, and did some very, very adventurous traveling around what was the almost totally forbidden eastern Soviet Union. 

Maclean in Moscow

When the war came he wasn’t allowed to enlist because of his diplomatic status but could resign his post to “go into politics”. This he did, got himself elected to Parliament and immediately enlisted in the army as a private. The army soon figured out what they had and commissioned him an officer. After a spell with the Long Range Desert Group he was asked to join the newly formed SAS (“Special Air Services”, I’ve always loved that acronym, almost as good as SOG,  “Studies and Observations Group” ) and did his time.

SAS, the guy on the right

 He became the youngest Brigadier in British history and only one of two to go from Private to Major General. He was dropped into Yugoslavia to become Churchill’s personal emissary to Tito before it was even known for sure if Tito existed. He became a life long personal friend of Tito although he was a conservative member of Parliament for thirty years. In his great book “Eastern Approaches” he describes lying in a rocky ditch beside his burned out vehicle with a broken arm being bombed and strafed by the Luftwaffe as “a thoroughly uncomfortable afternoon”. I’ve always loved that as the epitome of macho British understatement. 

Scottish Baronet

So when I feel a bit put upon, when I feel  things could be going a little more smoothly, when life seems to be on the rocky side I ask myself if I am thoroughly uncomfortable. The obvious answer is no, things could be a lot more uncomfortable.  So get with it, quit whining and do whatever needs to be done.

Departing Panama City

We left our mooring at Balboa Yacht Club 0700 on the 11th. The fridge was working sometimes. The forecast was for light air on the nose for our final destination of Golfito, Costa Rica. And that held pretty well until Punta Mala where there was supposed to be a nice following current of up to three knots. Of course a current around a cape can lead  to a disturbed sea but what we got was one of the most ‘disturbed seas’ I’ve ever seen for the entire 60nm coast of the Peninsula de Azuro and well beyond. Nothing dangerous, there was no wind but about a six foot sea from all directions at once and seeming to come into conjunction at our exact position all night long. A trifle uncomfortable. And of course at about 0715, after twenty four hours of motoring, our super reliable Yanmar engine smoothly lost RPM to zero and quit. Hmmmm……a diesel needs two things, air and fuel…..seemed to be plenty of air about, must be the FUEL!  So we’re having fun banging around in this ridiculous sea  after a hot night and I start tearing into our spiffy Racor primary fuel filter system which proved to be full of gunk. Installed new filter element, primed the engine and it ran, for about five seconds. Further tearing into the system proved that no fuel was getting to the gunked up filter. Ah, hah, is fuel getting out of the tank? Got to the tank outlet, took the flared copper fuel line off the tank valve, re-opened the valve, and nothing came out, zero! I knew there was plenty of fuel in that tank. Got a thin stiff stainless steel wire and ran it up the tank valve, a little fuel came out and a whole bunch of nasty fibrous gunk. Ran the wire back and forth and wonderful,  (maybe) clean diesel started flowing smoothly. Put things back together, bled the system again and started up the trusty beast. Whoppee! It ran. And it continued to run. Sweet.

Janet in her comfy 'spot'.

So we proceeded on to Isla Rancheria, 33 hours and twenty minutes to cover 215 nm motoring the entire way. But the SE anchorage at Isla Rancheria is lovely and we had it totally to ourselves. No other boats, not even a light in sight at sea or ashore the two days we spent at anchor. I did a  long snorkel and a little walk  on the jungle fringed beach. We had a light breeze the first night and it was cool enough. The second night there was no breeze. And out came the no-see-ums!  Next morning we woke up to hundreds of no-see-um bites all over. A complete full body coverage. I thought at first I had got them ashore, and I probably got some, but Janet had not gone ashore and she’s almost as bad as me. Oh well, we look like a couple of spotted pox sufferers but it isn’t fatal and they’ll go away in a week.

Isla Rancheria, SE anchorage.

From Isla Rancheria we had about 120 nm to Golfito and I figured 20 hours enroute. Guess again, another confused night at sea,  less sea running but more wind directly on the nose and our speeds were down to three or fours knots all night. Things smoothed out entering the beautiful Golfo Dulce and we got into Golfito after almost exactly twenty four hours at sea.

Entering Golfito

Golfito seems very nice so far. We’re at Fish Hook Marina which is  comfy and welcoming. We have pleasant  boat neighbors and there are  tame Pelicans and Egrets around the docks. There are Scarlet Macaws and Howler Monkeys in the trees.

Fish Hook Marina

We got checked into Costa Rica and have seen a little of the town. I cleaned out fuel filter assemblies and changed elements on both filters this morning. I had left the tank full when we were home and didn’t expect much growth in the fuel from a full tank. Either there is a lot of bacterial growth in the tank in this climate or we got some bad fuel at Balboa when we tanked up. I doubt the bad fuel, they’re too busy for that kind of thing to be likely. I’m just happy things seem not to have gotten any worse and hopefully most of the bad stuff got shaken out of the tank in those rough conditions. We were able to run over thirty hours after I unclogged things.

After action clean up.

So we’re here for at least a month. We have some travels planned around Costa Rica so please stay tuned. And “Eastern Approaches” by Fitzroy Maclean is a great read. Give it a try and then maybe his biography of Tito, a much different book but also very good.

Love to all,
Bill & Janet
SV Airstream

Panama Canal Passage

Hi Everybody,

We’re back in the Pacific! Home waters. Balboa would be happy,  the sea does appear to be very ‘pacific’ this morning.

Shelter Bay Marina

We arrived back at Shelter Bay Marina, where we had left the boat last spring, as scheduled on the 30th of September. The boat appeared to have been well cared for and the work I had requested was done or as nearly done as could be done before launch. I installed some new zincs and checked out systems (everything seemed to be working) and we were ready. Next day, right on time which is a minor miracle in Panama, we were in the travel lift and then back in the water. All went very well.

I trust these guys to haul me aloft?

One can arrange their own canal transit but most people use an agent to handle the arrangements and formalities. We used Erick Galvez of Centenario Consultant Agency. He proved to very helpful in many ways and is highly recommended. Through the agent the canal authority measures a boat and then schedules transit. We wanted the 7th and 8th of October and that’s what we were assigned. We had a few days to relax, get the boat in shape and wait for our crew to arrive. The one thing that proved a real pain was, and of this date still is, refrigeration. The damn fridge would not fridge. Or at least it would fridge and then not fridge. At Shelter Bay “Greg, the engine whisperer” is the systems and engine guru and we spent about four days struggling with this beast. Over time we thought it was running just right (at last!) and then it would fail after a few hours. When we finally departed Shelter Bay it had been working for a whole day straight. Guess what, it wasn’t working this morning. I got it cooling again but I have no faith it’ll be working tonight. Despite all that I learned a lot from Greg who is a good guy, he’s not to blame for this problem, and  he’s another guy we recommend.

Marina club house

Shelter Bay Marina itself is a good marina in a very secure location and strategically located to begin or end a canal transit. The docks are good and water and electricity are reliable. There are good shore facilities and a nice bar, pool and restaurant. We used the marina hotel rooms for a couple nights and for our crew when they arrived. They were comfortable and quiet. Shelter Bay was a very decent place. John Halley, the marina manager does a good job. Edwin Chavez, the yard manager, was efficient and effective. All in all we had a good experience at Shelter Bay and I think boats transiting the canal should not hesitate to use the marina.

Susan & Jim Tighe, Janet, Scott DeVries, John Powers

So our crew arrived the the 6th as planned. The canal authorities require a skipper and at least four line handlers. We had John Powers who’s a good friend from the Pacific days, my nephew Scott DeVries and Jim and Susan Tighe who are Janet’s sister and her husband. We had been told to take the boat across the bay to the “flats” anchorage area at 1300 on the 7th and contact Christobol signal station to schedule the departure which should be about 1500. At 1300 we arrived and talked with Christobol and were told to expect our “advisor” (our canal pilot) at 1545. The advisor actually arrived at about 1730 and we were off to the Gatun locks to start the transit. This would be a night passage through this first set of locks and then to an anchorage just inside the Gatun Lake. We would be rafted up to another boat, “Offshore Lady” a drop dead gorgeous Merritt 72 sport fisherman, in a center position with a large container ship and tourist ferry ahead of us in the same chamber. Our agent supplied the required gear which was four 125 ft lines not less than 7/8” in diameter and eight large white rubber fenders. In this case we tied up with the Merritt on our port side and used our lines to keep us centered on starboard. The Merritt kept us both in the center from the port side with their lines. We ended up using this arrangement through all the locks during the transit and it made life easier for both boats.

                                

Our lock partners for Gatun

The passage through the first chamber went well and line handling was a task that we learned well enough. The canal shore staff throws a light line with a monkey fist from the lock walls and we tied that to our main lines and they would haul them to cleats on the lock wall. Then we would take in slack as the boat rose in the Atlantic side locks and slacked off as we descended down the Pacific locks. There was some of the expected turbulence as water entered or exited the locks but not as much as we expected. We had no problems maintaining position in the lock. It is a little interesting following a large ship at close quarters in the locks going up and being ahead of the ship in the locks going down. The worst case scenario would be if a lock door failed but so far that has never happened. Also interesting that the steel doors and concrete locks are all the originals that have been in constant use for more than one hundred years!We passed out of the Gatun locks and were directed to a mooring about a mile inside the lake where we spent a quiet night.

Night transit, Gatun locks

Next morning our new advisor was supposed to arrive at 0800 and arrived fifteen minutes early! Off we went across Gatun lake which when it was created by damning the Chagos river was the largest man made lake in the world behind the largest damn ever built feeding water to the locks, the largest concrete structures ever built! I believe the man made lake is still the third largest in the world and the other structures are pretty darn impressive to this day.

Shipping in Lake Gatun

The shoreline of the the vast lake is completely undeveloped and solid jungle as far as can be seen. We held to a well marked channel with a major vessel coming the opposite direction fairly often. From there it was through the famous Gaillard Cut, the highest terrain along the route. We were scheduled to arrive at the first Pacific side locks, the Pedro Miguel Locks, at 1155. We rafted up again with Offshore Lady to pass through the locks and also through the small Miraflores Lake to the Milaflores Locks.  By this time we were getting to be old hands at this business. And we were only a little amazed when the last lock doors opened and we were back in the pacific after about seven years. Home at last? Closer at least.

In the Gaillard Cut

Shore line handlers

In the Mirafloraes locks

Canal cable handling locomotive, usually about 8 per large vessel

 I think this was a fairly typical Panama Canal transit for a cruising yacht. There were no unpleasant surprises. The timing, once our advisor arrived the first afternoon, was spot on. Both advisors were very nice guys, very knowledgable and spoke good English. The weather could not have been better given the prevailing climate. Most of the time we had some cloud cover to cut the heat and a breeze. We had a little rain the second morning moving across the lake but it was over by the time we got to the locks.

We dropped our advisor just past the Bridge of the Americas and were almost immediately in the mooring field for the Balboa Yacht Club. The club launch showed us a mooring, we picked it up, grabbed our stuff for a night and went ashore on the Pacific side of Panama. Mission accomplished! Having treated ourselves to a hotel room, actually Jim and Susan treated us to a hotel room, we’re now comfy and air conditioned and in internet contact with endless hot showers and time to contemplate our next move. Tonight that means social time and a cold libation. Tomorrow that means starting to work our way towards CostaRica. It’ll be a couple days before we actually depart but that’s our next move.

Please stay tuned. Love to all!

Bill & Janet
SV Airstream