Category: 2009 Galapagos – Marquesas – Tuamotus – Tahiti and the Society Islands Voyage – Blog

  • Fatu Hiva – Social Butterflies…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 30, 2009

    We were awakened several times throughout the night with gusts of winds up to 35 knots. The feel & sound of this is impossible to ignore even though we are confident that our anchor will hold. It also rained hard off & on. We have had these conditions to some extent since we arrived a week ago, so I am getting a bit desensitized, although I could not say immune.

    When we got up this morning, the Navy boat was already gone. It seemed like a good day to bake bread & since the oven would be on, also try to make a batch of Mary\’s oat cakes (actually a cracker). Scott really liked them & they should be an acceptable snack replacement to the sugar-laced granola bars he\’s been eating. I mixed 3 cups of oats (happened to be a slightly finer grain with about 1/2 tsp each salt, pepper & baking soda. A drizzle of olive oil & enough water to make it all stick together, but not be too wet. If you had the whole flake type oats you might need to chop them up a bit finer in a food processor or blender. I oiled my hands & spread it out on a cookie sheet, then scored them into 2×2 inch squares with a wet butter knife. Baked at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Mary cooks hers a bit soft & not brown. I left them in the oven another 10 minutes turned off to get a crispy & toasted result. They are really delicious! You could certainly improvise with garlic, onion or other herbs. Oats are great for lowering cholesterol & on the \”Montingnac Diet\” considered almost a \”free food\”, meaning you can eat as many as you want. Meanwhile the evil but delicious white bread also turned out great & will be enjoyed with abandon.

    Just after cooking was complete a French couple in their dinghy came over to ask if we had any weather forecasts. We invited them in & I don\’t know how they resisted my offers of baked goods as the whole boat smelled delicious, but they took nothing but information. His mother is flying in from Germany to Hiva Oa, and they are supposed to meet her there July 2. The rough wind & sea is not predicted to subside significantly until July 4th. The mother is in a hotel on Nuka Hiva for 2 days, so they will try to contact her there & get her to postpone her arrival in Hiva Oa or take a hotel until they can safely cross & meet her there. I was impressed to hear that this mother will sail with them for 2 months, all through the Tuomotus finally departing from Tahiti. Good on her! It is always tricky timing to meet guests when you must first respect the weather. That is why we will only have non-sailor guests aboard when we know we can be in a marina & plan to stay there long enough for it to make sense for a visitor to make plans. Many boaters have put themselves at risk trying to meet a pre-arranged schedule for guests.

    Just after Barbara & Eric left, we saw two new sailboats on the horizon, heading towards this bay. Scott is quick to get on the radio to welcome them & give them guidance on where to anchor. Today is absolutely the strongest winds we have had. Both boats are just arriving from the Galapagos. One is an Oyster 66 feet long called Looks to be Mom, Dad & 3 mid-sized children aboard with a hired captain. The captain reported they made the passage in 15 days with good conditions despite their mainsail ripping in the past few days, forcing them to sail with head sails alone. He also reported 60 knots of wind as they approached this island, which is a speed I hope to never see! In hindsight, I am grateful for our light air crossing rather than to have had overly strong winds. Things break a lot in strong winds. I know I\’ve said that before, but it is true. Even here at the anchorage we have had to make sure every possible item that could blow away is well secured or stowed away.

    I know how discouraged I felt landing here after our 1 rough day from Hiva Oa. I hope the crew on new arrival \”Elvis the Gecko\” (looking forward to learning how that boat name evolved!) are able to get some rest despite the boisterous conditions here at anchor. The 2nd sailboat left shortly after making a tour of the anchorage. There is a 2nd bay south but our understanding is that it is less protected, but perhaps it does not have the notorious strong winds sweeping down off the mountains that we have here. But it appears they are just heading out to sea, not hugging the coast, so Lord knows where they will end up. We made the acquaintance of another family in the Galapagos that is en route to here, about 500 miles away still. I am praying that all who out at sea will be safe. Please join me in sending good vibes to all our fellow sailors.

    For now we are 7 boats here at anchor. At the most there were 12. We don\’t plan to step one foot out into the open sea until we see the weather reports and feel it calming down. Although not the most relaxing anchorage due to the strong winds, it is safe & protected from swell. And at the moment the sun is shining, although that does not mean it won\’t rain in just a minute.

    Mary just radioed an invitation for dinner. Yippee, no cooking! I will bring my oat cakes & wine. The couple from a boat called \”Red Herring II\” from New Zealand are coming as well. It will be a fun time no doubt. Social diversions are much better than staring at the wind speedometer & being a big edgy.

    Later…just as I was about to prepare lunch for Scott & I, 2 Finnish guys we met in the Galapagos hailed us from their dinghy. We tied their dinghy to Beach House & invited them onboard. Apparently word has spread that Scott is a good resource for weather info & many boats are getting antsy to move on, but concerned about the strong winds. We shared all the weather charts & forecasts we\’ve uploaded recently. They are not planning to stop at any other Marquesas Islands but head next directly to the Tuamotus. We shared thoughts & plans about which islands have the safest entrances & loaned them a book to take notes from overnight. We also exchanged email addresses. It will be great to get recent info from them at each Tuamotu island they stop at – what the wind & sea state are, how easy is it to enter the pass to get inside the fringing coral reef to the more protected anchorage sites of the atolls. Their English is excellent which was good since our Finnish & Swedish is non-existent. We first met them at the tortoise reserve on San Cristobal, Galapagos. They arrived into Hiva Oa only 2 days after us (although they left 7 days before). And we crossed on the same exact day from Hiva Oa to here at Fatu Hiva (only 3 hours behind us). Since their boat is only a 31 foot monohull (named Chaconne) they have done pretty well keeping up with our 51 ft catamaran.

    It was 1:00 pm & I was starving by the time we finished discussing weather & trip plans and Scott offered to show them our underwater slides & videos. They had nowhere to go & I had thought to invite them for lunch one day anyway, so threw together a nice platter. I sliced the entire small loaf of my freshly baked bread, laid it on a plate with ham & cheese slices, put mustard & mayo on the table, poured iced tea, passed around a few of Linda\’s decorative napkins & voila! An impromptu lunch! Tres jolie!

    Right after they left, David hailed us on the radio to help him with a test of his Automatic Identification System which we did. We noticed another boat heading this way & it is now entering the bay so we are on close watch to make sure it lands safely away from all us already anchored boats. It is a 140 foot schooner. Really beautiful, extremely \”high tech\” (s/v \”Kaori\”). So the neighborhood is really tilting upscale today with 2 large fancy boats. Quite a lot of activity for our little bay!

    Only 2 hours until dinner at \”Giselle\”. Time flies when you are having fun. And I am very happy to report that we are having fun in spite of the howling wind of 25-30 knots. The rain squalls have been a bit less. Hopefully we can time our dinghy dash to David & Mary\’s boat & not get drenched either way.

    Cindy & Scott

  • Hike to Waterfall…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 28, 2009

    It was my best night of sleep in a long time. Fantastic to wake up & feel good right off the bat. Splendid! We spoke to David & Mary on the radio & agreed that this was to be our day to hike to the waterfall, rain or shine. There was a lot of rain. But we didn\’t let it dampen our spirits. I loved the exercise & took in all the green everywhere. Green foliage of every tropical type & variety. Plants with variegated leaves are some of my favorite & they are in so many festive patterns & shapes. Being Sunday, there were a lot of locals out in the one street & in the yards of their humble dwellings. They were mostly friendly if we waved or said Bonjour. Only about 250 people live in this entire community; only about 600 on the entire island.

    Once the paved road ended, the mud road continued for a while, then it became more of a path. David had gotten some tips on finding the way by another boater, but with all the rain some of the landmarks may have been obscured. We asked a man at the last home seen & he gestured up the hill, \”Oui cascade (waterfall)\” so we carried on. We had a few false turns into dense brush. Had to cross a calf-deep creek and be very careful not to slip in the mud or twist an ankle on slippery rocks. David brought walking sticks. He uses 2 & I was happy to have one. The three of them all had on tennis shoes or better, for some reason I had just put on my usual \”wet landing\” sandals. They worked out fine but will try to remember to wear more substantial footwear for hikes.

    It was well worth it. Beautiful, dramatic water falls 400 feet high & 40 feet wide. The kind that sprays you (& your camera!) even when you are standing well away from it. Scott & I had packed our swimsuits but since already soaked to our skin from the rain didn\’t feel the need for a dip. It wasn\’t hot at all, just comfortable. In fact when the wind piped up it felt rather cool. We all had light rain jackets but they were too warm when it wasn\’t raining hard & got all wet inside as we took them on & off. More of a bother than anything. So we were wet, no big deal. We had made it to the famous landmark of Hanevave Bay, Fatu Hiva & were quite proud of ourselves for not letting the elements deter us.

    We met a group of 4 boaters on our return to shore. We stood under a shelter & swapped stories a while. David & Mary then dropped us off at \”Beach House\” to change into dry clothes, grab the food she\’d prepared (that I\’d kept from yesterday) & we went over to \”Giselle\” for lunch. More good food & friendly companionship. I was intrigued to learn of the diet they are on. Apparently they each used to weigh about 30 pounds heavier & after a variety of unsuccessful diets, discovered the \”Montignac Diet\”. The line below the book title says \”Eat for Pleasure – Stay Slim Forever\” by Michel Montignac.

    The concept is based on the glycemic index which I had heard of & it makes a lot of sense to me. I\’ve borrowed the book to copy key points & menus. We overall eat fairly healthily I think, but Scott is in the habit of a fairly steady sugar intake drinking Gatorade & sweetened iced tea all day. I almost exclusively drink plain old water. I don\’t discount my lucky genes as a big factor in staying thin & his unlucky slow metabolism. I am not trying to get him to be me. Just a slimmer, healthier him. He understands keeping trim will improve his longevity & appearance so is willing to try. We can\’t start it until I next provision. If any of you are interested, check out the book. I think it is an intriguing plan & enables one to lose weight without feeling deprived. In fact, David and Mary say they can\’t eat enough on the plan and get to eat lots and lots of things they love. For me to not lose weight along with him, but just maintain, I will eat at a Glycemic Index of 50 while he tries to stay at 35. Apparently results are not seen if you only partially do it. So we will wait until I have enough of the right kinds of food to delve in fully, but meanwhile we are wrapping our minds around the concept. Scott asked to try his evening tea without sugar. That\’s a start.

    David will be investigating a hopefully minor engine problem tomorrow. We have some onboard projects of our own to attend to. The wind & rain looks like it may let up by July 1st. So we hope to move on to the small island of Tahuata in a few days. Since there are very few American yachties in this area at this time of year, our next big holiday will not be July 4th but rather July 14, Bastille Day. We are thinking to reach Nuku Hiva by then in hopes that there will be some local \”Fete\” festivities.

    Cindy
    Fatu Hiva, Day #5

  • Fatu Hiva, Marquesas…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 27, 2009

    Since it was another windy rainy day, not great for going ashore, Mary & David again came over for lunch. Our boat is so great for entertaining indoors or out with less motion, so less tendency for seasickness at anchor than on a monohull. On the radio last night I only said, \”I have an excess of beets, please come over\”. Mary shows up with a whole meal! I had already whipped up a menu of my own so just put her food in our fridge, except for the carrot & celery sticks. She also brought me some of her homemade oat cakes, which are the kind of really plain & healthy cracker my Mom might have baked. I would spice them up with at least salt & maybe garlic or herbs of some type. (Later Mary said she usually does make them with a lot of pepper, but not knowing our preference kept them plain.) She says it is easy to make them so I will try. Crackers are one thing I did not see in any store on Hiva Oa. Plenty of cookies, but no crackers at all.

    The meal was a big hit. Even Scott enjoyed the beet salad. I made it \”salad compose\’ \” style, which is French for basically arranging the items on the plate, versus tossing them all together. The beets were marinated all night in a dressing of balsamic vinegar, olive oil, salt & pepper. I sliced them & fanned them around one half of the small plate. Then I put generous scoops of goat cheese in the middle of the arc of beets. I minced some yellow & green bell peppers, red onion & an orange (removing all seeds & membrane bits). That mixture went in an arc opposite the beets. I sprinkled finely diced walnuts over the goat cheese & drizzled more vinaigrette over all. It was beautiful to look at & quite delicious. I was quite pleased with myself.

    The second course was ginger cranberry risotto. I did not know I was making risotto, but that it is how it turned out to my happy surprise. I used 2/3rds chicken bouillon & 1/3 coconut milk (canned, unsweetened) cooked it 22 minutes in the pressure cooker with diced fresh ginger. Stirred in the dried cranberries afterwards & they softened while we ate our salad. I never used to cook with such abandon. But having only what is at hand & no ability to dash to the store for this or that ingredient inspires me to be more creative with what is right in front of me. I keep lists of what I have in the pantry, fridge & freezer. I scan my lists and then various ingredients jump out into new combinations to try. Having plenty of time helps cooking be fun & easy, no stress.

    After I cleared the lunch table we pulled out our collection of cruising guides & charts of the next island group – the Tuomotus. They are a completely opposite type of island to the Marquesas. The Marquesas are \”high islands\” meaning formed from volcanos and geologically very young. Erosion has sculpted the rocks into dramatic pillars here on Fatu Hiva. The Tuomotus are \”low islands\”, tallest thing is a palm tree. They are very old geologically; sunken volcanos, now just fringing reefs & atolls. There are about 7 primary Marquesean islands, but about 78 Tuomotus. Navigating amongst these low islands is far more challenging. They are difficult to see from a distance of as little as 5 miles and there are many shallow reef areas that you must avoid. In olden times they were referred to as \”The Dangerous Archipelago\”.

    We are trying to design our trip so that all sailing can be done during daylight. Or, if an overnight is necessary due to the distance between 2 good anchorages, we will stay well out from any dangerously shallow reefs. Mary & David intend to do a 3 year circumnavigation. They are already one-third of the way around. They snorkel but are not divers. Scott & I are more interested in visiting more of the various Tuomotu islands than they are. We hope to stay to our hearts content at any that have good anchorages & good diving. It was good to knock around the routes & ideas together, even as we understand that we will probably be on different paths after Nuku Hiva (the last Marquesas island we will both visit).

    While the trip planning was going on in the salon, I washed the dishes then was eager to use the gift that Mary brought me: a mesh strainer! She had never heard of quinoa & got a good laugh from the story of my first attempt cooking it unwashed. I put a bowl under the sieve & ran water over, stirring it to wash the grains well. I could not believe how brown the water was! And full of chunks of dirt!! No wonder when you buy it at Whole Foods it says \”triple washed\”. So I proceeded to triple & quadruple wash it but had a dilemma that some bits of rock were larger than the sieve. Larger than the quinoa & sank to the bottom of the strainer. So I did my best to spoon out the clean parts & leave the grit in the bottom. I hand sorted any dark bits out. Although upon random testing, some were just darker colored grain & some was a tiny pebble & it was not always so easy to tell the difference. Tedious work, I tolerated it only by chatting with Mary all the while. It took me half an hour to clean a half cup! That was all the patience I had for it & set it aside in the pressure cooker to cook later.

    Another catamaran pulled into the anchorage. Scott hailed him on the radio welcoming him to the bay & giving him useful info on where our two boat anchors are & how the wind whips down the mountains. The single handing guy was a jerk. He proceeded to begin anchoring right where we told him to avoid. David zoomed over in his dinghy to shoo the guy away from dropping his hook right over theirs. Then the guy moves around to the left side of \”Beach House\” WAY TOO CLOSE! Scott is so close the guy can hear him without use of the radio. Scott makes a suggestion that he just move a bit further away & forwards. Mr Jerk made a snotty comment & wandered around the anchorage for about half an hour before going exactly where Scott had advised. Oh well, an ugly Americans can show up anywhere I guess. Too bad, because he has scuba tanks in his cockpit. But we are suspicious that he may not be the owner, just hired to deliver the boat somewhere. But in any case, it is a shame whenever any fellow boater acts this way because we are literally in the same backyard & who knows when we may need to pull together to help each other with some kind of situation.

    Once we were content that Mr. Jerk was secure & far enough away from doing harm, we noticed a break in the rain & decided to take a quick trip to shore. It was already 3:45 p.m. and the sun sets about 6:00 p.m. It is only a 5 minute dinghy ride to shore & I was happy to have a relatively dry landing. There is a cement wall with a lower shelf that you can tie up to & step out on. Then another big step up and you are on land. How nice to stretch the legs! Mary & I zipped ahead as the guys strolled behind. We found limes lying in the street & put a few in our pockets. The rain came again but we all had our light foul jackets on & water sandals.

    The scenery is spectacular. The Marquesans originally named this bay, the \”Bay of Phalluses\” (when you see Scott\’s photos, you\’ll know why!). The Missionaries didn\’t approve and changed the spelling in French to make it the \”Bay of Virgins\”. THIS, they approved of! We saw many areas of landslide, but it was hard to tell how fresh they were. A couple horses were tethered by the road eating grass. There are a handful of small poorly built houses as we see everywhere in the 3rd world: corrugated tin roofs, no windows, chickens running in the yard. Another yachtie handed out hats to a group of kids. Due to boaters giving the locals stuff there is a tendency for them to expect a hand-out from everyone. We were not prepared with any kind of offering & thankfully they did not beg or follow us as they were content with their new hats. I saw a tiny market, but we did not go in. I don\’t really need anything right now.

    We walked up the road about half an hour when the rain became torrential again so we turned back. Mary & David dropped us off at \”Beach House\” & went home to \”Giselle\”. I still have all her food in my fridge & their books in our salon. We agreed if the weather was at all reasonable, we would attempt an early start to hike to the waterfall in the morning. Then we can have Mary\’s food for lunch afterwards.

    So another lovely day, with our new friends. I am trying to fully enjoy them now & not get pangs thinking about how we will go our separate ways in a week or two, perhaps never see them again. With email we try to keep in touch with boaters we click with. And who knows, maybe we\’ll go visit them in Scotland someday…

    After a shower & heating up some leftover pasta, I cooked the quinoa 9 minutes in the pressure cooker. I cautiously took a bite – no dirt! I scooped it into containers with a dab of brown sugar & we\’ll have it reheated with milk for breakfast tomorrow. I have only a small bag of it so will make it whenever I next have the patience to do the tedious washing routine. I will each time think fondly of Alberta (for introducing me to this grain) & Mary (for my new sieve). But I do not think I will ever buy the unwashed kind again, too much work!

    This anchorage is quite calm, not rolly. Despite the wind & rain noises I was awake only 1 hour last night & did yoga in bed & the hallway until I got sleepy again. Better idea than getting on the computer for 4 hours! I am feeling calm & peaceful. I am hugely relieved to feel happy again & back in the mindset of knowing not only I Can Do This, but I Want to Do This. This is no doubt the adventure of my lifetime. And with beautiful scenery to explore, entertaining companionship, good food, adequate sleep and a cleaner boat (little by little), all is well in Fatu Hiva.

    Thank you for your concerns and support. I apologize if I worry you at times. Please keep in mind how resilient I am when you read the reports of my challenging down days. Scott and I are deeply devoted and take tender care of each other.

    Stay tuned. Never a dull moment!
    Cindy in Fatu Hiva, Day #4

  • Anchoring Adventures…..Is there something in the air here?

    Dear F&F,
    June 23-24
    This is a \”True Story\” and happened over the last 36 hours here at Fatu Hiva, Marquesas. For the last 20 months, we\’ve virtually had no anchoring stories of note, at least not those caused by other boats. Well all that changed with no less than four boats here in Fatu Hiva.

    We had quite a lesson yesterday in one of the worlds two shortest books, one of which is: \”Famous French Anchoring Techniques\”!

    Chapter One: The first French Boat had 15 feet of 1/4\” anchor chain on his 42 foot Beneteau and apparently wondered why anchoring in 70 feet of water he kept dragging?….He did this \”anchor drill\” for 4 1/2 hours…I\’m NOT exaggerating. For you non sailors, that amount of chain in deep water is like tying up your horse with piece of kite string.

    Chapter Two: Began with three young French (male) 20 somethings on a 33 foot boat that had just arrived from the Galapagos after 23 days. They, without asking or checking decided that dropping their anchor on ours and trying to drag our boat around this bay seemed like a really fun thing to do on arrival. They kept saying they were \”stuck on a rock\” and couldn\’t get it up (the anchor). I kept saying as I got in the dinghy, \”You\’ve hooked my chain and you\’ll never get it up\”, (pun intended) as I reached for a pair of cutters not sure if relieving them of their manhood would be easier than cutting their anchor loose!(not really). I took the underwater viewer over in the dinghy and indeed they had hooked our anchor chain. Then, \”Monsieur Gorgeous\” announced that it was only 5 meters deep (18 feet) and he could excise it from their anchor. NOT!!!!! I asked if anyone had a SCUBA bottle aboard…\”Non\” was the answer. Then \”Monsieur Gorgeous\” asked and one magically appeared.

    He again tried the macho approach to no avail and finally took my advice re: loop a line around it, support it, lower their anchor…move on. Of course Chapter Three in this book was that they had two anchors (in line…God knows why on a 33 foot light weight mono hull) and that they were both twisted on themselves AND our anchor chain.

    Chapter 4 was that yet another French boat supervised them dropping their anchor on ours while yesterday screaming as loud as he could at anyone who got near his two bow anchors. Hence his attitude was, \”I don\’t care if you drop it on them, just stay away from me\”!…
    Vive La France!….

    After sorting this all out, the young guys tried to anchor next to Chapter Four\’s boat where in loud French he shooed them away. When I had tried that the day before, he practically boarded us…

    Oh BTW, the three young French fellows were absolutely unapologetic about the trouble they put us through, no thanks for the assistance of helping them untangle the mess either. We re-anchored our boat, this time with a buoy marking it to (hopefully) prevent this trouble again. This morning I cannot find my buoy I believe it must have gotten close to Chapter Four\’s boat and I imagine (so far) he just cut it loose. Hopefully it\’s (underwater with a just slightly higher tide)….the day will tell…(indeed it did reappear, it almost gives me faith in my fellow man!)

    Lest we bash the French alone, we then had an \”Ugly American\” anchoring story the next day. A 60 foot cat, built in South Africa, British Registry, pulls in with a single hander (American) from Hiva Oa by way of the Galapagos, Panama Canal and apparently originally from Florida. Odd I thought, he still has his Ecuadorian Courtesy flag up and his Q flag (This flag means that the boat has not yet checked into the country) as according to our friends on \”Giselle\” he was in Hiva Oa where everyone checks in.

    I hail him, he asks me the lay of the anchoring land. I say \”Welcome to Fatu Hiva\”. He anchors, doesn\’t like his position. Re-anchors next to me. I\’m quite patient watching him at about three quarters of a boat length away (much too close for comfort with these size boats). Finally, after about 10 minutes, I suggested very politely that he might be a bit close. His reply in as sarcastic a tone as he could muster was, \”You\’re quite observant\”. I asked if he was tired, trying to remain polite. No response. He then asked me, \”Would you like to anchor for me (perhaps even more sarcastically)\”?. I asked if he needed assistance. No reply. He picked up, moved and has said not a word to anyone, he left 2 days later without communicating with anyone. David (of \”Giselle\”) was visiting and said, \”The chap was quite arrogant when he arrived in Hiva Oa to all the boats in the anchorage\”. We both speculated that he might be a delivery skipper and not the owner as the boat seemed to be registered out of the UK. Their are 8 dive tanks in racks (4/side). Too bad, we\’d love to find a nice boat to buddy/dive with.
    Scott

  • Passage (from hell): Fatu Hiva…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 24-26, 2009

    I am reading a book with this title. Thor Heyerdahl, a young Norwegian man and wife Liv decide to \”return to nature\” in the 1930s just before the outbreak of World War II. He had studied anthropology in college and believed people would be better off living off the land with less use of modern inventions. Thor Heyerdall also wrote \”Kon Tiki\” which you may have heard of. It is interesting to read the book while actually here. It has some black & white photos of the same views out my window. Heyerdahl\’s premise was that it made no sense for the peoples of Polynesia to have come from anywhere except the Americas as otherwise they would have been going directly against the wind and waves for up to 8000 miles.

    Getting here was NOT FUN however. Scott saw the weather forecast was such that if we didn\’t sail over here Wednesday, we would have to sit in Hiva Oa another full week. We were kind of \”done\” with Hiva Oa so decided to just come now. We knew the wind & sea would be against us, but I had no idea it would be so horrible. Scott bravely manned the helm the whole way, I was essentially useless. I knew he needed sustenance to get us there, so gave him food & drink periodically. We left at 7:00 a.m. & arrived here 8 hours later. We had the main up with 2 reefs and our smallest headsail out but STILL had to motor to make enough speed / headway to arrive before dark. I took seasick meds, but they just barely kept me from losing my cookies. If I\’d known how rough it was I would have put a patch on the night before. Hoping for the best is not a good strategy for preventing seasickness. The sea swell was 8-12 feet with another 2-4 feet of wind chop on top. Imagine driving your car up & down very steep hills over & over for 8 hours. Slamming & pounding all the way. To stand or walk I had to clutch onto anything I could grab & I only did that when Scott needed assistance with the sails or to take him food. I could not sit for very long. It was like being on a very violent amusement ride & trust me after 1 hour it was not amusing. After 8 I was about as low as I can get. I spent most of the trip curled up in the salon with my back & feet bracing me into position, periodically having to hold onto the table to not get thrown onto the floor. Slow deep breathing was all that got me through. I knew I had to endure it. Through the window I could see Scott sitting determined at the helm. Getting bounced around like a Jack in the Box. Poor guy, covered in sea spray & waves.

    We had not prepared the boat properly for the conditions. The elastic from the outside ceiling hatch Sunbrella \”hats\” that shade the interior caught a bit under several hatches so they were not sealed completely. Just the right wave angle & water poured in. For 4 hours I was fine in my spot of the settee, then just the right wave soaked my legs where I was curled up. The guest bathroom got drenched & the water ran down the hallway in both directions. The galley – drenched. The large window coverings up front were unsnapped by the waves. Scott ran forward quickly and rescued them just before they were lost overboard. The power of the ocean is a force to be reckoned with. I reckon I am not very brave in the face of it. I endured it, but it took a huge toll on my psyche.

    The anchorage at Fatu Hiva is deep & protected from the ocean swell, but the mountains are high & the wind races down several cuts between ridges, so we have gusts up to 30 knots frequently. Anchoring the boat with that kind of gusty wind is tricky. Scott was at the helm & me on the bow. It is impossible to hear each other in the roar of the wind, so we have hand signals to help us in our maneuvers. We had to stand off & wait for another boat which was wandering around the bay to get anchored so we could see where there was an opening for us. We found a shallow spot close to the shore & thought we set down ok, but the French guy on the boat behind us had a fit, saying we were over his anchor, which we were not. Close to it, but not over it. But he was so persistently agitating that we moved back quite a bit. The bay slopes deep quickly, so you can\’t anchor back too far.
    Meanwhile the boat that was wandering before starts wandering again, not happy with where they were. They do not have enough chain or a heavy enough anchor. So they keep dragging. It makes all the boats nervous. We anchored once, then up again & moved ourselves to be centered between the other boats better, not too close to anyone. With the strong winds, the boats swing nearly 180 degrees.

    After the rough passage, it was hard for me to feel any kind of relaxation in here. The bouts of roaring wind & consequent noise aboard are not restful. I was distraught & just cried. Scott of course feels terrible for putting me through this. He is tired, but fine & happy to be here. It is a beautiful bay. Postcard beautiful. But I think I suffered from post traumatic stress. Not just from the one day of rough sailing. But from the 17 � day passage. From the 4 miles of walking in the heat with heavy bags. From the 7 hours bumpy road drive the day yesterday. From the 180 gallons of diesel schlepped via dinghy. From the mildew and salt everywhere inside & out. It has all piled up on me and I do not have any more inner resources to cope.

    I manage to pull myself together to make us a nice dinner of steak & potatoes. Culinary comfort is a good thing. A bottle of wine helps a bit. Scott goes to sleep early but I cannot sleep, despite medication due to the howling wind & many flapping banging boat noises. I go in the guest cabin, which we made up in a way that I can have half the bed for these nights that I need my own space. The aft half is garage overflow. I close all the windows & put in my ear plugs to try to block the noise. I sleep fitfully because it is so hot & stuffy inside without any ventilation.

    June 25
    Thursday I am glad to wake up & begin a new day. I know my job is to get a grip. Do whatever I can to make myself feel better. I enroll Scott to help wipe the interior areas that got salted up. Just that helps it feel less like camping. We see that sailing friends from \”Giselle\” came into the anchorage during the night so invite them for lunch. \”They were brave out in that sea, said Scott\”, but we knew they looked at the same weather reports we did.

    I have had some insights into my mental state. When you go on a trip, no matter how fun & interesting, there is the traveling part (whether car, plane or train) that is tiring. And sightseeing & being a tourist can be tiring. You are always happy to get home & do the laundry & sort of recover from your vacation. We have not had any chance of that. In Mexico & Central America we spent weeks at many docks. We had internet & Skype. There are no docks until Tahiti.

    Becoming aware that what I need is some time \”at home\” to recover from the traveling & not be a constant tourist was helpful. I shared my insight with Scott & he is all for taking whatever time I need to feel better. He is not pushing me to go to ashore to explore until I am ready. I will be glad to take a walk & hike & see the place for sure. But I need some gaps. Some non-travel days & non-tourist days. Days to not only work work, work on whatever the boat needs to make it live-able. But time to write, read, cook & relax. This is not the easiest place to do this because of the gusts of wind that pipe up frequently out of nowhere. And the sudden rain squalls. That is why places like this are so green. Frequent rain. Anyway, I feel a bit more at peace understanding myself and ways to recuperate. This is good.

    I open 3 cans of lentils, mix with 1 can of tomatoes serve topped with freshly fried bacon & cornmeal muffins. It was blazing hot in the galley but I wanted comfort food so put up with the heat. If it\’s not raining & we can keep the windows open, there is plenty of nice breeze so it\’s a comfortable temperature. If you aren\’t being blown over. But then it will suddenly downpour. Just fast & hard enough that you can\’t quite close all 7 hatches in the galley/salon area before getting pretty damp inside. The rain may last 30 seconds or 5 minutes.

    David & Mary brought a lovely bottle of white Chilean wine, so it was festive. I put my striped table cloth on. It was the first time they were onboard our boat & nice to get better acquainted. They asked to see his underwater photos & videos, which we never tire of seeing ourselves. They brought a book about going through the Panama Canal. Hearing about their experience fascinated me & I wrote down the title in case we ever get that far around. They also brought me 2 avocados & 3 limes, fantastic! Food is always my favorite gift. David thanked me profusely for the tea I had shared when we went to happy hour on their boat last week. He said it is hard to find good English tea, so was very excited about it. Thanks for that Linda, it was a small pack of Crabtree & Evelyn \”Afternoon Tea\” from one of your many goody bags you brought me on all those Wednesdays…It was a fabulous 4 hour lunch with Mary & David. Every moment like salve for my soul.

    Since we have not yet been to shore here we have no idea if there are any little stores. And even if there are, we only have about 25 dollars in local currency. We know there is an ATM on Nuka Hiva which will be the last of the Marquesas we will visit. Two more, between here & there.
    After they left it was nearly time to think about what was for dinner. I made pasta with sauce of onion, garlic & my green tomatoes. Despite 2 weeks on the counter they were just not turning red, so I used them anyway. Besides dried Italian herbs, I\’ve discovered that crushed red pepper really perks up pasta sauce. The kind they serve at pizza parlors. After dinner we watched DVD \”Ratatouille\” which made me smile.

    My nature is to be a happy person. I will find a way to adapt to this life as we go on. I will not just endure it, because it is not healthy to live in a state of tension & unease. The areas with diving opportunities will become more prevalent in the Tuamotos & beyond. The Tuamotos are the island group we will visit after the Marquesas. We will soon explore Fatu Hiva. But for now I am content to stay in & hope to manage some sleep between the bouts of turbulent weather.

    Cindy at Fatu Hiva, Days #1-3

  • Hiva Oa – Fuel, Rest & Touring…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 21-23, 2009

    We paid a lot for a very sketchy log-on WiFi. Every time we can get on the internet the first thing I do is review our bank and credit card statements. Unfortunately I discovered our American Express card has been used fraudulently. Someone in Mexico made charges with our number. It is such a hassle to deal with. Even though we filled out forms authorizing our Washington state bookkeeper to be our representative they will not work with her. We had to make the calls ourselves, using precious satellite minutes. It is such a bummer that there is no Skype here. We\’ve just been lucky up till now. It is unlikely we will get it again until Tahiti, which is a couple of months away.

    I have been in a fog since we arrived. I rally for a flurry of cleaning or cooking, then I\’m wiped out the rest of the day. We just got our fuel permit. Cost $80 US in order to purchase fuel at the local rate of 3.20 USD/gallon vs 6.00/gallon for foreigners – worth it!. We did our first run this afternoon: 8 x 5 gallon containers dinghied over to the fuel station on shore. Unload the empty jugs, fill, cap, load into dinghy, drive back to main boat, unload jugs onto main boat, screw on spouts, pour through filters into tanks. Scott worse than me covered in diesel. We must shower & scrub well to get rid of the stink. We need to make 2-3 more trips tomorrow. We were too tired & stinky to attend the happy hour invite onboard a fellow sailboat \”Uliad\”. We will have plenty of time to visit with them tomorrow as Kathleen contracted a driver so our 3 boats can get a tour to the other side of the island. I am looking forward to the exploration. Just hope it isn\’t too hot & sweaty & long for me. My energy is really low & I can only seem to manage to be active a couple of hours at a time. I am trying to be patient & gentle with myself to recover. I know when we move to an island where the water is clean & I can jump overboard I will feel much, much better. Not the case here. The anchorage is crowded & muddied up from the high island rain runoff. But at least I can sleep all night without night watch – what a luxury! Every time I wake up I revel in that happy thought. I have also been napping 2-3 hours like an unconscious person.

    From Mexico I knew I could hop on a plane from every major port. It gave me a feeling of freedom & easy connection to my friends & family. My next fly home opportunity is Tahiti and I don\’t even know when we will get there. Between here & there are many beautiful places to see. Scott & I knew that although the Marquesas are beautiful, lush, statuesque islands they are not renown for diving which is our main interest. We toyed with the idea of skipping the Marquesas, sailing to the Gambiers from the Galapagos instead. But there is are flights out of there only once a week and with Mike onboard it seemed more prudent to come here. It is fine, we will make the most of it.

    Although we left the southern border of California 18 months ago, I am struck most now by just how far away we are. I am the girl who met weekly with my best friend. Who entertained dockmates, boat workers & other friends frequently. Flew to northern California to visit my Dad & sister every other month for years. Loved to send \”snail mail\” cards for birthdays, Valentines, Thanksgiving, New Years or no reason at all. Email is good & I am grateful that we have it onboard. But it seems a thin string tying me across the world to my loved ones. I suppose it is natural that when what we are doing now is not that interesting at the least and overly burdensome at the most, that I will yearn for home.

    I cannot easily go to shore by myself to just go for a walk. Or take a drive. Or do much of anything independently. I know it will be better once I can jump into clear water. That always clears my mind. I know there are fish, mantas & whales waiting. This is the life I\’ve chosen, for now. But I am not always content with it. We all have our hard days. In a 25 x 50 foot space it is sometimes easy to feel stuck & not see my way out of being \”Negative Nellie\”. Scott is great. He says: just be in a funk. It is fine. It will pass. He is right. So I try to be easy with myself & not over-process. So I read, write and know that This Too Shall Pass.

    I made a yummy curry with green beans & tofu last night. This morning banana pancakes. So I am doing things. But in the heat & humidity I get wiped out easily. Scott ran the generator so we could have the air conditioner on in the worst of this afternoons\’ heat. In the cooler air conditioned afternoon I slept so sound I thought I would never wake. There is rarely any breeze in the anchorage, although frequent rain. So we are on hatch patrol all the time. Scott has been reading a lot of books since we landed. I am reading about a neighboring island we will sail to next: \”Fatu Hiva\” about Thor Heyerdahl, a Norwegian explorer here in the 1930s.

    We woke up early to get to the fuel station (a 2 minute dinghy ride) at 7:00 a.m. so we could be ready for the morning tour to the Puamou Valley where the largest stone Tiki in the Marquesas resides. Turns out this Tiki was very important in Thor Heyerdahls\’ research as to why the Polynesians were probably not the first inhabitants of these islands. Of course the fuel station opened 45 minutes late, so we were a bit stressed for time after lugging our 40 gallons of fuel back to the boat. We had a long, but nice day with the crew of \”Giselle\” and \”Uliad\”. Learned a lot about the history of the island and it\’s people, got to see the final resting places of artist Paul Gaugain and French Singer/Songwriter from the 1960\’s, Jaques Brel. After our day excursion, we took on one more load of fuel and were pretty pooped. Scott had looked at the weather and said if we were going to have a chance at seeing \”Fatu Hiva\”, we\’d better go tomorrow. The trip is 45 miles, mostly UP WIND and in the trade wind seas potentially very uncomfortable. The weather for the next week after that looked worse.

    Scott & Cindy

  • Anne Nelson remembered……

    Dear F&F,
    Skye wrote this lovely piece on her Grandmother Anne\’s passing placed in
    the \”show business trades\” by CBS Television.

    Devoted CBS Business Affairs executive Anne Roberts Nelson died
    Saturday, June 20, 2009 at her beloved Baldwin Hills home from natural
    causes.

    The proud South Pasadena native and third generation Californian
    earned her B.A. in Journalism from UC Berkeley in 1944.

    In 2009, with 64 years under her belt, Anne became the longest tenured
    employee of CBS. Her illustrious career spanned radio, the advent of
    television and new media. As Anne was fond of telling, her journey
    with CBS began as a two week temp job in 1945 that lasted until
    January 2009. She enjoyed many positions within CBS, ultimately
    serving as Vice President of Business Affairs, CBS Entertainment.

    During her tenure, she negotiated landmark contracts for \”I Love
    Lucy,\” \”All in the Family,\” \”Gunsmoke,\” \”The Wild Wild West,\” \”The Red
    Skelton Show,\” \”Perry Mason,\” \”The Young and the Restless\” and many
    others. Through her business dealings Anne forged relationships with
    some of her closest friends and confidantes, including Robert Conrad,
    Stan Freberg, Gail Patrick Jackson, Norman Lear, Art Linkletter, Donna
    Mills, Ozzie and Harriet Nelson, Red Skelton and Jane Withers, to name
    a few.

    Anne simultaneously managed to have both a fulfilling personal life
    and successful career. As an active member of Crenshaw Neighbors Anne
    spearheaded the founding of the Jim Gilliam Park. In the 1960s, she
    aided in the successful integration of the Baldwin Hills neighborhood.
    Professionally, she was a founding member of the Academy of Television
    Arts & Sciences, a long standing board member of the American Film
    Institute Associates and American Women for International
    Understanding. In the era of the \’Old Boy\’s Club,\’ Anne was one of the
    first female radio engineers and one of the first female show business
    executives.

    Nelson\’s status as an entertainment industry icon was recognized first
    in 2003 by author Mollie Gregory in her book \”Women Who Run the Show.\”
    In 2006, the UC San Diego Rady School of Management honored Anne with
    the inaugural Pinnacle of Excellence Award for Business Leadership.

    An entire floor at CBS\’s Television City, \”The Anne Nelson Mezzanine,\”
    was dedicated in her honor in March of 2005.

    Her husband, Harmon Oscar Nelson, Jr., was a popular band leader and
    musician of the 1930s and 40\’s, as well as a respected advertising
    executive. He died in 1975. Together they had three children who
    survive Nelson: Gaye Nelson Gallavan, and twins Amy Nelson Frelinger
    and Harmon Oscar Nelson III.

    Among her other survivors are granddaughters Skye Stolnitz, Krista and
    Elyse Frelinger; Harmon\’s son Connor Mahoney; younger sister Jeanne
    Gilette; sons-in-law David Frelinger and Rick Gallavan; his son
    Brendan and their families.

    In line with Anne\’s wishes a private service was held. The family
    invites you to celebrate her life on Tuesday, July 14, 2009 at 5:00PM
    at CBS Television City, Studio 36, 7800 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles
    90036. Please wear festive attire as Anne herself specifically
    requested that no one wear black. Bring short stories to share with
    the guests. All are welcome to attend.

    In lieu of flowers, please send donations to one of the following
    charities:

    American Film Institute Associates – Donations may be sent to AFIA,
    P.O. Box 2501, Beverly Hills, CA 90213-2501.

    The Heart of the Healer Foundation (THOTH), preserving indigenous
    traditions and protecting the Amazonian Rainforest – Donations may be
    sent to The Heart of the Healer, P.O. Box 1458, Old Chelsea Station,
    New York, NY 10113-1458 or by going online to www.heartofthehealer.org

    American Retina Foundation for macular degeneration – Donations may be
    sent to American Retina Foundation, 6816 Southpoint Parkway, Suite
    100, Jacksonville, FL 32216 or by going online to www.americanretina.org/donors

    Please send condolences to The Anne Roberts Nelson Family, c/o Gaye
    Nelson, 4570 Van Nuys Blvd., #269, Sherman Oaks, CA 91403-2613 or e-
    mail amy@coldwellbanker.com or call 818-997-6696.

    Skye

  • Father\’s Day Report from Alberta…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 20, 2009

    Below is an email I received from my sister, who knew it would be hard on me to not be able to visit our Dad, Bert on Father\’s Day. He is 92 and has dementia. He still knows us and lives in his own home with part time care. Alberta visited him on Father\’s Day and took me with her. It was almost as good as being there. Below is the heartwarming story I wanted to share:

    I arrived at Dad\’s about 11:15 AM. He hadn\’t answered my phone call giving him a heads up I was on my way. He didn\’t answer the doorbell. I let myself in and found him lying on his side, slightly curled like a child, on his bed. I wondered, then called out. He didn\’t answer. Was this it??? I touched him. He sat up.

    \”Hi Dad, Happy Father\’s Day. It\’s your darling daughter Alberta here to wish you a Happy Father\’s Day\”.

    \”What do you want to do?\” he asked.

    I suggested we go get some lunch in the kitchen. A smile, but tired, so tired, he said, \”I\’ve got so much to do, and not enough time, and I just need to rest some more.\” He looked so weak, fragile, precious…

    I told him, \”that\’s OK Dad, you can rest some more\”.

    Ed (tenant of our rental house next door) had met me at my car before I went in and told me his washer had died. I told him to bring the wet clothes over to finish. He came in, so I let Dad lay back down as I loaded the dryer.

    Ed was interested in the house, so I gave him a tour. He liked the bead board siding in the porch. I showed him the family photos and he started talking about his family. I was about to show him one of Paul\’s (Berts son) books (did you know the Coast Guard has a ship called Bainbridge Island?), and there was Dad, creeping like a mouse, into the kitchen. Kinda scared me…

    Ed left and I proceeded to pull the pre-made sandwich from the frig. He ate in his usual quiet, thoughtful, Zen way. I had a yogurt. Finally, I asked him, \”Whatcha thinkin\’ \’bout Dad?\”

    He answered, \”I was thinking how I don\’t have many more days left of my life.\”
    Whoa. I wasn\’t prepared for that one. Not missing a step I asked, \”Well, does that make you sad, or is it OK with you?\”
    \”It makes me sad\”.
    Silence…

    I told him at least he was healthy and not in a rest home like Uncle Merrill, and that he was loved and well cared for, and that he had a long and full life.
    He nodded.

    After that I found Paul\’s new photo book in the office and had him open the card, then the book. It was so funny…he saw the book and I said \”It\’s another book from Paul, want to look inside?\”
    \”No, I\’ve looked at it a lot of times already.\”
    I got a kick out of it. Inner giggle. Sorry Paul, I can\’t call & tell you Dad really liked the book. He cannot distinguish one from another. Oh well. Getting old gives one certain privileges I guess, like not being polite!

    I talked him in to going for a walk. He already had his day-glo vest on. Leslee (his care provider) says she always has him wear it, even over his PJ\’s, just in case he goes on any more midnight walks. She\’s a clever one.

    We get outside and use the walker. I notice several places where the cement drops off dramatically to the driveway gravel or dirt. Note to self-call Gabriel and have his guys fill those spots. I totally forget to grab a trash bag, so each and every time we come across something, he goes to get it, and I have to remind him I forgot the bag. Oh well…It\’s a beautiful breezing, warm not hot day. I am at peace walking with my Dad. I notice that now that he holds onto the walker, he doesn\’t always stop and wave to the cars. I did the waving for him. It felt good. I pictured you walking with us. You would have been very happy. We made it to the bridge. He had to stop and rest, catch his breath a couple times. I felt like I had all the time in the world. There wasn\’t one impatient bone in my body. Things were good just as they were.

    Coming back, there was a large pizza box that just couldn\’t be left. I put it on the seat of the walker and we proceeded to fill it up with a few bits and pieces. I watched him bend down, holding one hand on the walker. He\’s still quite agile ,and I was glad to see he didn\’t look to me to pick the stuff up. About halfway back, there was a gust of wind and it blew the box off the seat and I chased after everything and got it back on the seat. We had a good laugh.

    Once back inside he headed for his chair. Ed came to get his laundry and we discussed the new washer I\’d be buying and when it could be delivered. I called Manuel this morning, he remembered me and said he\’d give me his best $200 machine. I will mail the check and he will deliver it, hook it up and take away the old one Wednesday. No brainer.

    Dad was resting in the brown chair in the kitchen, when I noticed his nails needed cutting. I thought of how you would have done that, so I did it. For you, for him. He winced every time I used the clippers whether I \”got him\” or not. It was sweet. Then I filed them. I never noticed what lovely long fingers he has. His hands are dark like an Indian\’s – red brown, spotted, veined, I
    took it all in. \”This may be the last time I notice his warm hands\” I pondered. (They were warm). Then I took some lotion and rubbed them. He let his eyes close. I think he likes this part.

    I did a couple things, wrote a note to Leslee, washed the couple dishes (he only ate half of a sandwich and was \”full\”).

    Then I wrote a note saying what a nice visit we had and had him read it out loud to me. He still reads very well. Slow, but can totally determine what the words on the page are.

    I sat and faced him, like you and I did that last time you were here. I told him \”Dad, there\’s no more for you to do. You don\’t have to worry about anything anymore. You get to relax. You\’ve had a long
    life, and you are happy. It\’s OK anytime you want to go to Heaven and see Mom and all your brothers and sisters who\’ve already died. That would be just fine.\”

    He got one of his quirky smiles on his face and replied \”Well, that\’s a positive perspective!\”
    I told him he was the one who taught me to have a positive outlook. He just smiled.

    I kissed him on the forehead. For you, For me. And let myself out.
    I love you sweetie, thanks for bringing my Dad back into my life.

    Alberta
    Received June 23, while anchored at Hiva Oa

  • Father\’s Day Report from Alberta…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 20, 2009

    Below is an email I received from my sister, who knew it would be hard on me to not be able to visit our Dad, Bert on Father\’s Day. He is 92 and has dementia. He still knows us and lives in his own home with part time care. Alberta visited him on Father\’s Day and took me with her. It was almost as good as being there. Below is the heartwarming story I wanted to share:

    I arrived at Dad\’s about 11:15 AM. He hadn\’t answered my phone call giving him a heads up I was on my way. He didn\’t answer the doorbell. I let myself in and found him lying on his side, slightly curled like a child, on his bed. I wondered, then called out. He didn\’t answer. Was this it??? I touched him. He sat up.

    \”Hi Dad, Happy Father\’s Day. It\’s your darling daughter Alberta here to wish you a Happy Father\’s Day\”.

    \”What do you want to do?\” he asked.

    I suggested we go get some lunch in the kitchen. A smile, but tired, so tired, he said, \”I\’ve got so much to do, and not enough time, and I just need to rest some more.\” He looked so weak, fragile, precious…

    I told him, \”that\’s OK Dad, you can rest some more\”.

    Ed (tenant of our rental house next door) had met me at my car before I went in and told me his washer had died. I told him to bring the wet clothes over to finish. He came in, so I let Dad lay back down as I loaded the dryer.

    Ed was interested in the house, so I gave him a tour. He liked the bead board siding in the porch. I showed him the family photos and he started talking about his family. I was about to show him one of Paul\’s (Berts son) books (did you know the Coast Guard has a ship called Bainbridge Island?), and there was Dad, creeping like a mouse, into the kitchen. Kinda scared me…

    Ed left and I proceeded to pull the pre-made sandwich from the frig. He ate in his usual quiet, thoughtful, Zen way. I had a yogurt. Finally, I asked him, \”Whatcha thinkin\’ \’bout Dad?\”

    He answered, \”I was thinking how I don\’t have many more days left of my life.\”
    Whoa. I wasn\’t prepared for that one. Not missing a step I asked, \”Well, does that make you sad, or is it OK with you?\”
    \”It makes me sad\”.
    Silence…

    I told him at least he was healthy and not in a rest home like Uncle Merrill, and that he was loved and well cared for, and that he had a long and full life.
    He nodded.

    After that I found Paul\’s new photo book in the office and had him open the card, then the book. It was so funny…he saw the book and I said \”It\’s another book from Paul, want to look inside?\”
    \”No, I\’ve looked at it a lot of times already.\”
    I got a kick out of it. Inner giggle. Sorry Paul, I can\’t call & tell you Dad really liked the book. He cannot distinguish one from another. Oh well. Getting old gives one certain privileges I guess, like not being polite!

    I talked him in to going for a walk. He already had his day-glo vest on. Leslee (his care provider) says she always has him wear it, even over his PJ\’s, just in case he goes on any more midnight walks. She\’s a clever one.

    We get outside and use the walker. I notice several places where the cement drops off dramatically to the driveway gravel or dirt. Note to self-call Gabriel and have his guys fill those spots. I totally forget to grab a trash bag, so each and every time we come across something, he goes to get it, and I have to remind him I forgot the bag. Oh well…It\’s a beautiful breezing, warm not hot day. I am at peace walking with my Dad. I notice that now that he holds onto the walker, he doesn\’t always stop and wave to the cars. I did the waving for him. It felt good. I pictured you walking with us. You would have been very happy. We made it to the bridge. He had to stop and rest, catch his breath a couple times. I felt like I had all the time in the world. There wasn\’t one impatient bone in my body. Things were good just as they were.

    Coming back, there was a large pizza box that just couldn\’t be left. I put it on the seat of the walker and we proceeded to fill it up with a few bits and pieces. I watched him bend down, holding one hand on the walker. He\’s still quite agile ,and I was glad to see he didn\’t look to me to pick the stuff up. About halfway back, there was a gust of wind and it blew the box off the seat and I chased after everything and got it back on the seat. We had a good laugh.

    Once back inside he headed for his chair. Ed came to get his laundry and we discussed the new washer I\’d be buying and when it could be delivered. I called Manuel this morning, he remembered me and said he\’d give me his best $200 machine. I will mail the check and he will deliver it, hook it up and take away the old one Wednesday. No brainer.

    Dad was resting in the brown chair in the kitchen, when I noticed his nails needed cutting. I thought of how you would have done that, so I did it. For you, for him. He winced every time I used the clippers whether I \”got him\” or not. It was sweet. Then I filed them. I never noticed what lovely long fingers he has. His hands are dark like an Indian\’s – red brown, spotted, veined, I
    took it all in. \”This may be the last time I notice his warm hands\” I pondered. (They were warm). Then I took some lotion and rubbed them. He let his eyes close. I think he likes this part.

    I did a couple things, wrote a note to Leslee, washed the couple dishes (he only ate half of a sandwich and was \”full\”).

    Then I wrote a note saying what a nice visit we had and had him read it out loud to me. He still reads very well. Slow, but can totally determine what the words on the page are.

    I sat and faced him, like you and I did that last time you were here. I told him \”Dad, there\’s no more for you to do. You don\’t have to worry about anything anymore. You get to relax. You\’ve had a long
    life, and you are happy. It\’s OK anytime you want to go to Heaven and see Mom and all your brothers and sisters who\’ve already died. That would be just fine.\”

    He got one of his quirky smiles on his face and replied \”Well, that\’s a positive perspective!\”
    I told him he was the one who taught me to have a positive outlook. He just smiled.

    I kissed him on the forehead. For you, For me. And let myself out.
    I love you sweetie, thanks for bringing my Dad back into my life.

    Alberta
    Received June 23, while anchored at Hiva Oa

  • Hiva Oa, Marquesas Islands…..

    Dear F&F,
    June 19-20, 2009

    June 19
    We got all checked in with the Gendarme today. It was rather anti-climactic after the reams of forms & documents we had to submit with French translations (merci beaucoup to Clark & Vincent in Paris!). As it turned out, our timing was impeccable. We turned in our application for the long stay visa to the San Francisco French consulate office 9 months ago. Six months ago my sister emailed us that she had received a phone call that our visas were ready. She confirmed with them that we could as long as another 3 months to pick them up. March 18 Alberta drove me to the consulate office in SF to collect them. The agent kindly wrote the latest date we could check in as June 30, instead of the standard 3 month maximum June 18th. We made landfall to French Polynesia on June 17th! Is Scott good at planning or what?!!!

    Mike got his exit papers from the Gendarme just in time to catch a ride up to the airport. Bon voyage & many thanks to our trusty crew & baker. Without Mike aboard, I bought another baguette. No bread making necessary here. I also got some oranges, 2 green mangos and was told that pamplemousse (grapefruit) will be for sale tomorrow. There are 4 or 5 different markets. Mostly they each have the same exact stuff since the cargo ship just came yesterday. I think we can live a long time on bread & cheese & fruit.

    There is a music festival this afternoon & I would love to go but Scott has crashed into low energy & I\’m not sure I can get him to take me ashore again. It is a 2 mile walk into town & rather hot & humid (raining on and off) so I am not keen to go alone. There is a breeze at least today, yesterday none, very sweaty.

    \”Giselle\” arrived and invited the crew of \”Uliad\” & us onboard for happy hour. I made sure to take salami & breadsticks so there would be something besides alcohol in our stomachs. Also served were olives, carrot sticks & cashews. We were the 3 boats that kept in close radio touch throughout the passage from the Galapagos. The \”Giselle\” couple, David is British and Mary from Scotland are delightful. \”Ulliad\’s\” crew; Stephen is a family practice physician originally from Minnesota. Kathleen is a social worker originally from San Diego, and 9 year old son Emmet is a sweet boy. We swapped stories & got to know each other during the social 3 hours.

    June 20
    Scott gave us 3 ladies a ride to the beach today and we walk the 2 miles into the village. Mary & Kathleen (of sailboats \”Giselle\” & \”Uliad\” respectively) had heard there was a produce market on Saturdays at 8:00 a.m. in the park. It turned out after the long trek that it was the same lady selling lettuce, green beans & cucumbers out of the back of her truck as yesterday. Nothing special or new. But having made the trek, I was determined not to return with empty shopping bags, so went to the 3 main markets & picked up some frozen shrimp, brie, peach yogurt, 4 liters of lowfat milk (rare to find anything but whole milk), some still hot eggrolls & some kind of yummy chocolate chip pastry twist. The 3 of us ladies sat in the park & listened to a singing group. Once the man with the bible got up to the microphone to speak I figured it must be an Seventh Day Adventist church group, although I never confirmed this. No one but us were watching or listening in the park at 10:00 a.m. The entire congregation was up on the small stage & the singing in their native language was lovely, but we lost interest when he started preaching in completely incomprehensible Marquesian.

    It was a genuine \”death march\” on the way back. I asked the checker at the last store in town if she would call us a taxi. There is a posted sign at the tourist center with 8 taxi drivers phone numbers. She simply said no & ignored me. Hitch hiking was fruitless. So we walked the entire 2 1/2 miles back, now in the heat of the day & me with very heavy shopping bags.

    I was in a sorry state by the time we radioed David to pick us up for the dinghy ride from shore to our boats. Scott meanwhile had been a twirling dervish of cleaning. Just getting the salt off the boat is a major feat after being at sea. He had done laundry & hung it. Cleaned windows, floors, dishes & was eager to take my command to clear out the \”man smell\” of the guest cabin & bathroom. Bless him! I rallied enough from my heat exhaustion to take advantage of his energy. Providing him with clean buckets of water. Vinyl cleaner. Toilet cleaner. Window cleaner. Clean rags. Rinse bucket. Repeat.

    A group of 5 fellow cruisers went to shore for more music in town tonight, but this time I was the one that wimped. The event started at 8:00 p.m. which may as well be midnight as far as I am concerned. I am just too tired & love to be in bed by 9:00 p.m. at the latest, since I can never sleep past the 6:00 a.m. sunrise. That is why we got the long stay visa for French Polynesia. I trust this is not our only chance to hear native music & see native dancing.

    There is so much work to be done on the boat. The mildew has become an epic problem & seems insurmountable in the tropics. I had energy yesterday when Scott was in full collapse, so I fresh water rinsed & vinegar treated all our safety gear & hung it to dry today. It is just one small locker of the many, many lockers on the boat. But it is critical gear that can become useless if the latches freeze up from rust or the fabric rots from mildew. Thankfully so far Scott & I have been able to support each other and not both feel down at the same time.

    I am nowhere near recovered from the passage. The amount of work we need to do onboard yet is daunting. All the portlights (low opening windows along the hull sides) leak sea water. The escape hatches under each set of stairs also leak sea water when we pound into the waves. I have complained about seeing the water damage to the wood paneling around all the portlights for a long time. But after Mike reported that he got a full dose of a wave on his head inside the guest cabin it really drove home the need for an upgrade. I regret that we did not do this already from Los Angeles, San Diego or Mexico. We will replace what is necessary, hopefully in Tahiti or at the latest New Zealand. It is unfortunate to pour more money in, but this is our home & we must do all we can to keep her afloat. We must keep maintaining and improving \”Beach House\” to keep her sea worthy as well as wife-approved. I do not know yet if the Wet Blanket syndrome has been resolved. I try to only eat one bite of elephant at a time.

    We must wait until Monday to get our fuel permit. There are no docks. We are at anchor. We must dinghy to shore & will have to schlep 170 gallons diesel via 5 gal jugs. It is back breaking, stinky, sweaty work & will take us 2-3 days to load all that we need. Then we can move on to some of the more remote islands that will have clean water for swimming & diving.

    Skye emailed the sad news that her last grandparent – Anne Nelson \”ATG\”, Annie the Granny has passed away. We called Skye via satellite phone. The connection was poor and the brief exchange seemed so inadequate. The reality of how far away we are hits me hard and we long to flee to her. She misses us but is strong and handling all that the death of this matriarch entails. She misses Anne but is glad she is no longer suffering. Skye wrote a beautiful obituary that we will post separately. Despite the fact that Scott was the ex-son-in-law, Anne never stopped treating him as family. When he and I married she embraced me as well. That was an honor and privilege that I valued. She sent Scott and me birthday, father\’s day & mother\’s day cards without fail. We were always invited to Gaye & Skye\’s joint birthday parties (June 9 & 10).

    Receiving this news gets me to thinking of when I will receive an email from sister Alberta that our now 92 year old father is gone. How will I feel? Where will I be? What will I do? As a wise Chinese acupuncturist once told me, \”Best not to think about it\”. So I breathe and try to stay in the moment.

    Cindy
    Hiva Oa, Day #3